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There are places where what we see is not necessarily what we are truly looking at.
Forms, architecture, sacred images, a cross, a face, a skull, a figure crossing a doorway… they are only signs. Traces left by humanity in an attempt, perhaps, to give a name to things that cannot be explained.
But the real subject does not always reveal itself.
Sometimes it hides in an almost insignificant detail.
Sometimes it lives in the contrast between two presences.
Sometimes it is found in the light that enters and the darkness that remains.
Sometimes it is simply a question the image refuses to ask.
I tried to remain precisely there, in that uncertain place where what we see stops being merely reality and becomes interpretation.
A church can be a place of faith, but it can also become a place where we question our own existence. A cross can speak of hope, or remind us of the weight of time. A memento mori can be a symbol of death, but also an invitation to look at life differently.
And then there is a threshold.
Two figures meet for an instant, coming from apparently distant worlds. One emerges from the shadow of the sacred, while the other waits in the light of the world.
I do not know whether a true boundary exists between what we call sacred and what we call profane.
Perhaps that boundary exists only in our eyes.
That is why I would rather not give these images an answer.
I would rather leave the viewer free to discover their own true subject — the one that does not immediately appear before the eyes, but slowly emerges within us.
Because perhaps a photograph reaches its deepest meaning precisely when it stops belonging to the person who made it.
And then what I saw no longer matters.
What matters is what you will see, when you are left alone, on the side of silence.
Ci sono luoghi nei quali ciò che vediamo non è necessariamente ciò che stiamo guardando.
Le forme, le architetture, le immagini sacre, una croce, un volto, un teschio, una figura che attraversa una porta… sono soltanto segni. Presenze lasciate dall'uomo nel tentativo, forse, di dare un nome a ciò che non può essere spiegato.
Ma il vero soggetto non sempre si lascia vedere.
A volte è nascosto in un dettaglio quasi insignificante.
A volte vive nel contrasto fra due presenze.
A volte è nella luce che entra e nel buio che rimane.
A volte è una domanda che l'immagine non pronuncia.
Ho cercato di fermarmi proprio lì, in quella zona incerta in cui ciò che appare smette di essere soltanto realtà e diventa interpretazione.
Una chiesa può essere un luogo di fede, ma può anche diventare il luogo nel quale ci interroghiamo sulla nostra stessa esistenza. Una croce può parlare di speranza, oppure ricordarci il peso del tempo. Un memento mori può essere un simbolo della morte, ma anche un invito a guardare diversamente la vita.
E poi c'è una soglia.
Due figure si incontrano per un istante, provenendo da mondi apparentemente lontanissimi. Una esce dalla penombra del sacro, l'altra attende nella luce del mondo.
Non so se esista davvero un confine tra ciò che chiamiamo sacro e ciò che chiamiamo profano.
Forse quel confine esiste soltanto nei nostri occhi.
Per questo non vorrei dare una risposta a queste immagini.
Vorrei piuttosto lasciare a chi le guarda la possibilità di trovare il proprio vero soggetto, quello che non appare immediatamente davanti agli occhi, ma che emerge lentamente dentro di noi.
Perché una fotografia, forse, raggiunge il suo significato più profondo proprio quando smette di appartenere a chi l'ha scattata.
E allora non importa più ciò che ho visto io.
Importa ciò che vedrai tu, quando resterai solo, dalla parte del silenzio.
www.myspace.com/alexinga - seen (and heard) in Berlin, Friedrichshain, INGA plays a steady rolling rhythm guitar for her jazz improvising lead guitar partner ALEX; if in Berlin, you should visit every Sunday the Boxhagener Platz: a wonderful antique market / flea market, "flohmarkt" / Trödelmarkt
feedback by Inga Streblow herself: If photoshooting would steal the power of the soul, then i wouldn't have soul anymore now. Thanks for photo of my guitar and me! You know your business mister !! INGA.
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Must have been influenced by Akira Kurosawa, David Bailey or Edward Weston. Or all of the above? I've stepped back from what I have been doing as far as my approach to visual art is concerned. I also have been studying and re-studying photos by the masters. I've also gone back to my roots in photography - stuff that I did early on and didn't really know what I was doing but knew there was something about it - the excitement, the feelings and the story ... ah, yes the story... this for me is very important in art. It is always the story that attracts me in art.
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Who will save your soul?
When it comes to the flowers now
Who will save your soul?
After all those lies that you told, boy
Now, who will save your soul?
If you won't save your own?
Existential Coffee Shop Blues
You walk into the coffee shop
Your eyes fixed on the door
The old man with the purple hair
In a coat that you just wore.
The silent child begins to scream
While drifting to the shore
You have an urgent need to ask
What are you really in there for?
You’re not quite sure what’s going on
You get your coffee black
Everyone is mumbling loud
As you sit way in the back.
You take a sip then look around
The clowns have come to town
They’re neurotic, they’re psychotic
And they wear life’s dismal crown.
A man stood up, then cried aloud
A prophecy for all time
He yelled, he shook, he raised his fist
In a vision so sublime.
A single girl with yellow socks
Claimed what he said was wrong
She took a bite of her eclair
Then suddenly was gone.
Two men smoking cigarettes
Stood outside looking in
At two hundred day-old muffins
Not to eat them was a sin.
The cops came to arrest
The old man with the purple hair
Cause underneath the coat he wore
Was satin underwear.
The lady screamed I cannot see
As she danced around the chair
A man who had a melting face
Said I just don’t even care.
The Blue Man Group had wandered in
It was a sight to see
Someone asked won’t you perform
They said, we don’t for free.
The man with no legs then shook hands
With the man who had no arms
It was an existential challenge
That had its certain charms.
Albert Camus then looked up
As Sartre crossed the room
Pretending that he wasn’t there
While secluded in his tomb.
All heads turned as a man dressed as
Guy Fawkes came in the store
Parliament seemed safe for now
The masses seemed so sure.
He sauntered slowly to a booth
Sat down and began to say
The King must be beheaded
As he sipped his iced latte.
You take one last drink from your cup
Unsure of what you’ve seen
A short detective sidles up
Whose name was Mister Green.
Can I ask you a quick question
Said the small obnoxious man
You laugh at him quite loudly
But then that was your plan.
Then suddenly there were balloons
Some blue, some black, some red
A cultural dystopia
That meant we were all dead.
This cannot be cried everyone
Who jumped high in the air
Existential coffee shop blues
Are simply never fair.
We're Here looks at Poetry and Pictures today and since I thought immediately about existentialism and a coffee shop, I decided to write a poem to accompany a visit to The Happy Tapir Cafe.
On my FB textures page, I'm hosting a monthly challenge. January's Challenge is to be Inspired by a Song.
Here's my take: Initially, I was leaning toward some different songs, but Thursday, the song "Mad World" by Gary Jules popped up on my Pandora. I was struck by the song's seeming preoccupation with ideas of existentialism / absurdism. This image is based on the first few lyrics in the song:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
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Jojo was a man with tweed polyester slack and 70's disco era polyvinyl shirt. We called him the Walking Plastic Show, and everybody loved him. Once he showed up in our neighborhood with a junk harmonica he traded with a Traveling Shaman. He played all kinds of weird notes and told us that they were called blues notes. We have never heard of the blues before but we called the sound Chinese Rock and Roll. The notes never made sense to us. But the sound was magical. It made us forget who we were.
The last time I saw Jojo, he was married to Sweet Loretta Mollie who thought she was a woman but she was another man. Jojo told me that he was leaving his wife to sail to Xianggang Guangzhou to become a monk. I have never heard from Jojo again. I would like to think that he is still playing his magic harmonica with those weird notes to the place where he had found peace. Selah.
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Woman With Crossed Arms
This photograph presents a complex exploration of spirituality, sensuality, and existentialism, intertwining elements from classical art and contemporary sensibilities.
The woman's fiery red hair hints at an inner intensity often associated with spiritual journeys or fervent experiences. This intensity, coupled with the crossed arms and classical, sculpture-like pose—reminiscent of figures expressing faith in religious art—evokes a sense of reverence and invites introspection.
The woman's exposed skin and warm lighting create a tactile allure. The juxtaposition of intertwined arms and revealed thighs suggests a blend of closeness and openness—a compelling invitation to appreciate both visual and tactile elements. This evocative play of light and shadow further enhances the sensual mood.
The crossed arms might symbolise contemplation and questioning, core elements of the existentialist exploration of authenticity.
This image draws inspiration from the rich tradition of classical art. However, the inclusion of sensuality and the suggestive impressionistic style place it firmly within a more contemporary exploration.
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Are you still listening? Are you still breathing? Imagine. It gets quite lonely. It makes perfect sense. All that it seems is a dream within a dream.
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Self portrait from my on-going project "Sandman".
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Figaro had been so busy tending his barbershop that he didn't realize Otto, his canine companion, decided to saunter out on the streets of Seville. Even though the collodion process would not be invented for another century, I was able to go back to 18th century Spain. I was fortunate to bring my French view camera along with me. This was one of the shots I made of Otto during his unsuspecting moment. The man with one wooden leg walking away was a delightful addition to my street image.
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Sonnar 150 mm f4 lens
21 cm Extension Tube
Fujifilm Neopan 100
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Chairil Anwar, an Indonesian poet who I consider as my art teacher in expressing my sense of a media art. I like his writing style that seems wild. He is Indonesian he is called a bitch in his work.
I made a black and white drawing with a pencil on A3 paper
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Chairil Anwar (26 July 1922 – 28 April 1949) was an Indonesian poet and member of the "1945 Generation" of writers. He is estimated to have written 96 works, including 70 individual poems.
Anwar was born and raised in Medan, North Sumatra, before moving to Batavia with his mother in 1940, where he began to enter the local literary circles. After publishing his first poem in 1942, Anwar continued to write. However, his poems were at times censored by the Japanese, then occupying Indonesia. Living rebelliously, Anwar wrote extensively, often about death. He died in Jakarta of an unknown illness.
His work dealt with various themes, including death, individualism, and existentialism, and were often multi-interpretable. Drawing influence from foreign poets, Anwar used everyday language and new syntax to write his poetry, which has been noted as aiding the development of the Indonesian language. His poems were often constructed irregularly, but with individual patterns.
HH Younus AlGohar looks into what drives people from different religious and non-religious backgrounds to commit atrocities.
⁃Wahhabis have taken the world by storm, but violent Muslims only account for 7-10% of the entire Muslim population. It is important to only hold those responsible for crimes who are involved in them - and not the wider community. If it is only Islam that promotes terrorism and hatred, non-Muslims shouldn't commit the same crimes as the so-called Muslims of ISIS. Non-Muslims should not be murderers or rapists. If religion corrupts people, what about serial murderers and rapists who don’t believe in God?
⁃One is bad because he is bad, not the religion he associates with. It is not about the religion; it is about the individual. People do bad because of their inner devil.
⁃Regardless of what religion you follow, closer to you than your religion is your inner devil. It is difficult to practise a religion, but it is easy to follow your inner devil. Wage a war against your inner devil or else the practice of your religion will not benefit you.
⁃Those lacking inner knowledge are vulnerable to falling prey to the devil. 180 000 layers of vices like lust and jealousy surround your heart. No matter how you worship, you can't remove layers of vices on your heart. You need a spiritual guide to free you from the shackles of the devil. Anybody whose heart is surrounded by the layers of vices can do any bad thing any time.
⁃People want to promote themselves and become vulnerable as soon as calamity falls upon them. Only those succeed and thrive to purify their inner devil who have strength. If someone insults you and you reply with two insults, you are weak. You have fallen for the plan of your inner devil.
⁃The first lesson in spirituality is to nullify yourself. You are bad because there is a source of evil in you. You will not become good until you purify your inner evil. This inner devil is the barrier between people and their religions.
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Albert Camus is one of the very well known existentialism-philosophers in France; he wrote a very famous essay on the MYTH OF SISYPHUS: the man, who tried to roll a huge stone up to the top of a hill - and always he saw the stone tumbling down again; nevertheless he always decided to start his efforts immediately again - maybe those farmers have the image of a SISYPHUS too ... - read my daily blog at flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/germany-stereotypes/
The expired film and used chemicals can sometimes result in beautiful accident.
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I found that, inside me, lay an invincible summer" ~ Albert Camus
How I wish I'd discovered Camus back in school. Well, better late than never. Kinda absurd when you think about it...
I picked up the Hidden Side haunted tree set the other day and I love the blue version of Jack. Is there a similar version of Parker? I can't remember.
A shot I took at church. She was dressed in her Sunday’s best and I thought she could be somebody from the pre-war era. I love the innocence, the energy and the optimism. The motion blur adds to the universality of the particulars. I must have been thinking of Anne Frank or somebody in that era.
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Tributo A Eduardo Lourenço 1923 - 2020 / Tribute To Eduardo Lourenço (1923 - 2020) by Daniel Arrhakis (2020)
Eduardo Lourenço de Faria (1923 - 2020 ) nascido em Almeida no distrito da Guarda foi um professor, poeta e filósofo português. Recebeu diversos prémios e condecorações, incluindo o Prémio Camões em 1996. Tem uma biblioteca com o seu nome na Guarda.
Crítico e ensaísta literário, virado predominantemente para a poesia, assinou ensaios polémicos. Indiferente à sucessão de correntes teóricas, e fugindo tanto ao historicismo como a pretensas análises objectivas aproximou-se mais de um existencialismo de Dostoievski, Franz Kafka ou Albert Camus, e de uma modernidade de Fernando Pessoa.
De 2016 a 2020 foi Conselheiro de Estado, por nomeação presidencial.
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Eduardo Lourenço de Faria (1923 - 2020) born in Almeida in the district of Guarda was a Portuguese teacher, poet and philosopher. He received several awards and decorations, including the Camões Prize in 1996. He has a library with his name in Guarda.
Literary critic and essayist, predominantly turned to poetry, signed controversial essays. Indifferent to the succession of theoretical currents, and escaping both historicism and alleged objective analyzes, it came closer to an existentialism of Dostoievski, Franz Kafka or Albert Camus, and to an modernity of Fernando Pessoa.
From 2016 to 2020 he was Counselor of State, by presidential nomination.
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Art collage, textured layered techniques and digital painting processes using photos of mine and stock images. All based elements were modified.
* Eduardo Lourenço baseado em Foto de Eduardo Lourenço por Tiago Miranda para o Expresso (2017)
Expresso | Novo livro de Eduardo Lourenço é apresentado sábado expresso.pt/cultura/2017-06-23-Novo-livro-de-Eduardo-Lour...
*Sculpture "Icarus" - Portuguese sculptor Rogério Timóteo
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* "Labyrinthe" by Robert Morris (1974) , New York Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum,
Robert Morris/Projects - ICA Philadelphia icaphila.org/exhibitions/robert-morris-projects/
* Olympic Man statue by English sculptor Michael Talbot.