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Fox on the lookout....Thats what it looks to me,
We all have different way of interpreting what we see,
Fallen tree at the preserve with so many seedlings,
Its amazing how well plants to in nature.
acrylic on canvas; 35x25 cm
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La metafora del "canto della terra" è versatile e si adatta a diverse interpretazioni, ma ruota sempre attorno al rapporto intrinseco tra l'essere umano, la sua spiritualità, la natura e il ciclo della vita.
"Un canto dedicato alla Terra" che ne esalta gli scenari, gli elementi naturali e il loro potere di rigenerazione.
l'idea di "bellezza" associata a "un canto della terra" è quasi sempre legata a una visione profonda e agrodolce della realtà, dove la magnificenza del mondo naturale fornisce un punto fermo e consolatorio di fronte alle sfide e alla brevità dell'esistenza umana.
It is a real problem, is it not? How can we come to an understanding of this utterly diverse and complicated world whilst sitting in the particularity of our home? It is true that the media, from newspapers to TV and social media, offer us a daily digest of selected information. We would, I sincerely hope, critically examine these news and think for ourselves. However, even so, we would have to deal with the selective nature of the information. We never see "the whole picture". Our knowledge, even at the best of times, is necessarily fragmentary. It is absolutely important to be aware of this limitation - it is one of the virtues that make us human.
I am saying this because AI is on the march. AI has never ever left its ivory tower, it never "left home". It never made any experiences. AI has not seen anything. It does not know how to suffer. What it does is to harvest and (often illegally) exploit printed or published materials, information it has neither created nor even collected. It does not know what it does not know. And yet AI will come up with explanations and scenarios that are untroubled by any kind of self-doubt. AI does not know when it is peddling false information. AI will interpret the world whilst staying at its "home" and will not even be aware of it. Leica M8 plus Voigtlaender 35/1.4 at approx. F8.
Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Interpretive Center, Alviso, California
It's a rare bird in SF area and it's also my lifer bird.
series: that´s (are) the point(s)
a little homage to Yayoi Kusama
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Come diceva il buon Manzoni..."Lascio interpretare il lettore!! ;))
Il bello di un fornito archivio e di una memoria in buono stato sta nel trovare la foto giusta per il giusto momento...
Non sono riuscita a trattenermi dal fare associazioni con l'attualità... che volete che vi dica!!! meglio cercare di sorridere almeno con le foto! ;)
Interprétation de la Cathédrale Notre-Dame.
étude 2
Paris 2017
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There was some sort of interpretive dance going on here. I'm not sure what it meant, but it probably had something to do with getting Jeremy to crack up laughing.
One of literally 1500 photos taken on our road trip to Death Valley last week. I'll try to weed it down, but it takes so long just to get through them all.
Me gustaría terminar el año con un mensaje acerca del miedo. Hace tiempo puse una foto de este monstruo del miedo que hizo mi sobrino hace unos años en el cole, y cuando fui a recogerlo me lo regaló.
El miedo en ciertas personas hace que el resto sean sumisos ante otras, por ejemplo el miedo a perder el trabajo, tragas con lo que sea, el miedo a perder a la pareja, tragas y cedes con lo que sea, el miedo a que un familiar o un amigo se enfade y entonces, callas, cedes y tragas fastidiándote tu y lo peor es que a veces se fastidia a otras personas, daños colaterales, y como estos ejemplos muchísimos mas, en todos los ámbitos de la vida, política etc.
Y así es como, a través del miedo, la gente que tiene maldad se aprovecha de la gente que tiene "bondad" o que les falta coraje para luchar. Y como interpreto yo esto? Pues así; Creo que cuando dejas que el miedo se apodere de ti por no luchar por ti mism@, por los tuy@s y por los derechos en general, eso no te hace ser mejor persona, eso te iguala a la persona que tiene maldad y esa persona siempre termina ganando porque gente como tu, buena persona, o cobarde dejas que logren lo que quieren y obren como los hijos de.. la maldad y la cara dura que son jajajjaa.
Así que espabilemos y ...
Provocar Pánico al Miedo para quitarlo de encima!
Igual no parece un mensaje muy positivo pero mi intención es que lo sea. Lo que necesita este mundo es mas amor, mas comprensión, mas tolerancia y que no siempre gane la envidia, la avaricia, el abuso de poder, el sometimiento, el racismo, la desigualdad , la falta de libertad, es decir el mal en general.
Y este es mi mensaje del casi fin de año 2024.
Como veis en la imagen el miedo se esconde, igual empieza a tener "miedo...."
Feliz salida de año flicker@s!
Ogni ‘cosa’ è interpretabile, a prescindere da quello che rappresenta in se stessa.
A prescindere da quello che è un contenuto, il contenitore gioca la sua parte, perlomeno in una società improntata al senso esteriore, apparente, legato all’immagine di sé proiettata, anzi interpretata..................
My painting - 9 x 11 - acrylic on acrylic paper
Thanks to my friend, Gavin Kerslake, Mom & I painted from a wonderful photo of his this art day! We had a grand time, and enjoyed the differences in what we created!!
Take a look at Gavin's original photo:
“You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you.
Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her. ” Neil Gaiman
© 2016 Patrizia Ilaria Sechi All Rights Reserved
Per interpretare il titolo…bisogna specchiare questa foto con l’ultima che ho postato in ordine cronologico
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RTC e Lokomotion, due aziende, due direttrici per due valichi alpini, anche le livree sono due, ma i legami sono ben evidenti.
“I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.”
-- Jodi Picoult
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The wooden church of Urnes is a 12th-century stave church at Ornes, Norway, listed as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. It is the oldest of its kind in the country, bringing together traces of Celtic art, Viking traditions and Romanesque spatial structures, according to whc.unesco.org/en/list/58.
There have been numerous attempts to interpret the iconography of the church's most remarkable part, the old portal in the northern wall, a carved decoration of interlaced, fighting animals. Some believe it portrays the eternal fight between good and evil. Others – that it shows scenes from Norse mythology, with the intertwined snakes and dragons representing the end of the world according to the Norse legend of Ragnarök.
We knew that the church is a must see on our trip to Norway, and it has definitely exceeded my expectations. It is difficult to convey that with photos, but I had to try.
This is #1 (of 3) where you can appreciate the scale of the wooden carvings.
This is my attempt to interpret the essence of one of my favourite short poems "The Caravels" written in about 1918.
It's such a simple yet powerfully descriptive poem from the viewpoint of a Native American. I love the man's shock and lack of understanding of how the huge ships are moving - only having been used to little canoes with paddles or oars. But in particular the line "His fallen hands forgetting all their shells" is what I focused on in the image. The forgotten shells of course are a physical symbol of the change about to take place from his old way of life. This is why the shells are emphasised a bit brighter and translucent to the sunlight. Also we are told Columbus landed in morning time - hence the low Sun from the east. Read the tags if interested in clues on methodology.
The Caravels - by J. C. Squire
There was an Indian, who had known no change,
Who strayed content along a sunlit beach
Gathering shells. He heard a sudden strange
Commingled noise: looked up; and gasped for speech.
For in the bay, where nothing was before,
Moved on the sea, by magic, huge canoes
With bellying cloths on poles, and not one oar,
And fluttering coloured signs and clambering crews.
And he, in fear, this naked man alone,
His fallen hands forgetting all their shells,
His lips gone pale, knelt low behind a stone,
And stared, and saw, and did not understand,
Columbus's doom-burdened caravels
Slant to the shore, and all their seaman land.