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At my very first photoexhibition !!!!
Naturale Expressions
B2/1 , Vasant Vihar
Delhi
( 14th Aug to 8th Sept)
As part of out Europe venture last year we made a quick trip over to the west coast of England. Friends of ours took us on sight seeing tour through Clovelly which happened to be one of the cutest little towns I've ever seen. It is a sea side village at the bottom of a steep and windy track accessible only by foot. Donkey's like this one help to bring in the supplies and get plenty of attention from tourists as a reward.
TriX Film + Holga Camera
Enter the World of Aynbath:
About this Artwork:
"Infinite horizons. My steps don't seem to bring me anywhere. Everything looks the same. The moon keeps disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. I don't know what to do... It just does not end. Where shall I go? Which direction shall I face? Is this limbo? Did I die? How did I get here? I know no answer. I know nothing. I know nothing. I just know nothing..."
How often does this happen to you? You're just about to fall asleep and BOOM, it's as if you fell from the dream, into waking.
At the End of the World...
sureal effect, photo manipulation , image compositing , photoshop design , wallpaper , montage , collage , design , ad concept , background, wallpaper
As part of out Europe venture last year we made a quick trip over to the west coast of England. Friends of ours took us on sight seeing tour through Clovelly which happened to be one of the cutest little towns I've ever seen. It is a sea side village at the bottom of a steep and windy track accessible only by boat or foot.
TriX Film + Holga Camera
2008: portrait of a post code
The post code 2008 belongs to Chippendale, one of the lesser known suburbs of central Sydney.
Its history began when William Chippendale was granted the area as an estate in 1819. Since then, a cultural history of heavy industry, poor housing, alcoholism, and crime has evolved to create a gritty and atmospheric district.
The area has been dominated by the Kent Brewery which was built 173 years ago and is now in the process of being demolished.
Series shot with a Rolleiflex on EPL film at +1/3
My focus for my senior project is on dreams I have had throughout the last three years in college. These were either lucid dreams or vivid occurrences while in a sleep-state. Each image was shot using a Holga 120 film camera. The top layer seen in some images was created by spitting on a piece of glass then exposing the outcome on photosensitive paper in a darkroom.
Rabbit: I am surrounded by hundreds of half men/half rabbits as they chase me with needles.
These are 3 test shots/outtakes from my One Last Waltz conceptual photo that I decided to edit last night.
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Estas son 3 fotos de prueba de mi autorretrato Un Último Vals que decidí editar anoche.
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lucid dream
Part of Speech: n
Definition: a dream state in which one is conscious enough to recognize that one is in the dream state and which stays in one's memory
sleep paralysis:
Function: n
: a complete temporary paralysis occurring in connection with sleep and especially upon waking
night terror:
noun Psychiatry .
a sudden feeling of extreme fear that awakens a sleeping person, usually during slow-wave sleep, and is not associated with a dream or nightmare.
This is how I dream and this is my reality.
Someone please wake me up.
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Yes, I'm posting tomorrow's 365 early. Trying to catch up is all.. :]
Corners are where the walls meet. They are the pockets in the concrete jungle. They exist down at our feet, below eye level and out of the limelight. Hidden away in these corners are the lonely spaces where the wind doesn't blow and the dust collects. There you will find a miniature private universe. Overlooked and often undisturbed yet filled with colour and life.
Stuff collects there. Things meet, collide, pile, grow, are found and discarded.
© lucia fischer 2013
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Sorry I've gone missing lately, but lots of good stuff is happening in life it's own self. I have to pop in every once in a while, miss everybody!
Corners are where the walls meet. They are the pockets in the concrete jungle. They exist down at our feet, below eye level and out of the limelight. Hidden away in these corners are the lonely spaces where the wind doesn't blow and the dust collects. There you will find a miniature private universe. Overlooked and often undisturbed yet filled with colour and life.
Stuff collects there. Things meet, collide, pile, grow, are found and discarded.
© lucia fischer 2013
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PRESENTS OF MIND. Lucid-DreamGift. HORSE'S MOUTH, GameFaceLift: OURS TO LOSE & FIND...
VISION THING
Program Note: Save Room For The House Specialty!
(Served A La Mode? "YES!"--Our--Whirled-FAMOUS!
-- 'End Of The Road Apple Pie'...)
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Cast a cold eye
On Life, on Death,
Horseman, pass by.
(In stone: the epitaph of William Butler Yeats)
You think? you've been here all your life alone
close your eyes and mean it past fear now:
@ the heart of yours,
feel the slipstream shift? from behind
to ahead of who you are: the performance art
of neural atoms, protean conclusions in-progress
(screened pixelations of hung masterpieces, for example
recalling the shared nature of memory...
whos' go there from here unminded?)
Synaptitude. And so convincingly now: IS this really
the dream you "wake" within? or is the waking
only more of the dream itself?
lucidity, inside-outed, a metaphoric portal
to stand reminded by--that seamless
shock of recognition
in a welded fusion of mirrors
facing each, the other's share--
an ever-diminishing slice of Pi
in an arc of infinite reflection.
Maybe just the Universe trying to be Nice?
Of course it doesn't but suspend disbelief (or try to):
The buck stops reliably here! and what a bang for it--
throwing the voice of inner monologue like a potter
into second person, urging "Me" from "I"
into "You", a troubled marriage of convenience
framed in the haunted gravitas of mortality
a darkened glaze of ice-blue green
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How what is known may in fact mount to be borne
by what otherwise would never have been
Not yoU, I'm writing to mE
sow from fiction to memoir then--made real, simple!
flexibly genuine as water over stone to sea:
shaded & flashing
nigh unto windmill! in visible armor,
Don Quixote...Gameskin on, dressed to Kill.
INsight.
(See? after so beguiling a night...
he seems in stolen glance
almost made of the lifting fog he moves through
by that first betrayal of daylight: gait gliding
on a braced measure of devotion
empowered to surge into true-enough gallop
to bear the bittersweet attachment
of all your fault
over the fling
of an unforeseen bridge, as it whir--
Pegasus: a billowing roar of whitewater, sudden wingspan
it's miraculous; lean, cling...remember, remember everything)
3
Dream On Indeed...
Thus, MEAN this--even as it falls, re-take the rein
Pass by & ride then, Ride! over sockets dried-open underfoot
to the choir of a mouth agape at king tide
over a delta smoldering with everything
love meant to say,
discovery to share, awe to so confide...the hope
of a twice-possible river before
the endless arrival of this moment had its way,
overtaking that last look, repossessing lost nerve,
squandered consciousness, uninhabitable pride,
claiming the remains
of its day, in the all-passing
orbitality of interstellar glance, near-literal human racial
nano-secondary dust-puff,
but to Earth-bound eye a perfect storm of sentient circumstance
Cellular singularity, protozoa dinosaur, mammal & frontal-lobe clear
to self-boggling conception
of event horizon...the power of a journey
into common knowledge
fractal gobsmack!
a time-warped gestalt of continental drift,
control of fire, music, language, hunter-gatherer,
streaming cave-art...creation myth, global culture, recombinant DNA...
black hole...quasar...brain surgery, rocket science,
heart, hand,
face transplant...
Martian video, footprints on the moon...
Too much undercover of never quite enough. (who knew?)
Multiple choice: True or False...
Over the word then, made spirit again,
collapsing like bipolar ice-shelf
fresh to saltwater, a finalizing rite of passage
like aurora through optic nerve,
un-spoken,
refurled
into great wavelengths of silence
from whatever time is left the world
absorbing the secret
of a promise
as much kept as broken.
--Artist General ArtistGeneral.com
Photo x Artist General-- Inverted Splashtique/ TroubledWaterArt / East Bay wireflare snapshot 12-22-14 / upload w/ poem excerpt 7-6-15
Soft cover spiral bound editions of "Lucid Dreaming" and "Natural Magic" (both by Pamela Ball) rebound in half leather and lined with buckram and marbled end-sheets (not shown). The fun part was tearing the pages out of the books, which were then trimmed, sewn into signatures by whip-stitching (or overcast sewing) onto buried cords. Cover boards were laced to the books with the cords, and three-fold hollows with false raised bands were used for the spines.
Rapcaviar Presents Juice Wrld live at Rebel (October 29th, 2018)
Photo by Mac Downey for The Come Up Show
I like the idea of using the nude figures in this series on dreaming because how many times have you found yourself naked in your dreams? Naked and late for work or class in public and no time to go back home and get dressed? Being naked in a dream means that we are feeling vulnerable. In this piece she is running towards the floating islands of my shattered world series.
Corners are where the walls meet. They are the pockets in the concrete jungle. They exist down at our feet, below eye level and out of the limelight. Hidden away in these corners are the lonely spaces where the wind doesn't blow and the dust collects. There you will find a miniature private universe. Overlooked and often undisturbed yet filled with colour and life.
Stuff collects there. Things meet, collide, pile, grow, are found and discarded.
© lucia fischer 2013
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