Tieflings are notorious materialists- whether they are searching for treasure, or knowledge, they want all the things. This constructed in Arendia- which - alas - is no more.

Skin by Skinnery, Head Avalon by Lelutka, Tail by Aii, Top by Noble Creations, Skirt by Luas I think? No pose was used exactly-- just the scripts from the scroll typer alongside my own Firestorm AO.

Solitude

While studying photography in Pathshala, I developed new technical and aesthetic skills at an academic level and gained a fresh perspective on seeing the world around me. However, I still felt that something was missing. That missing piece was the ability to articulate aesthetics through language and to experience aesthetics with the basis of life itself.

During this time, I developed a deep desire to understand philosophy. Within a few months, I decided to pursue academic studies in philosophy. There were two main reasons behind this decision: first, to gain knowledge of philosophy, and second, to reshape my photographic view point through a philosophical angle—essentially, to integrate aesthetics with philosophy.

As I delved into this complex subject, I found myself particularly influenced by three philosophical ideologies: the philosophy of Nihilism, Engels and Marx’s materialism, and Gautama Buddha’s theory of Functionalism. These perspectives began shaping my understanding of life, humanity, society, and aesthetics. My way of seeing the world started to transform.

Nihilism and materialist philosophy argue that humans are not a special species. According to Buddha, life itself is full of suffering. Since humans are not inherently special and life has no predetermined purpose, people often experience restlessness. My photographs reflect this idea through landscapes, where excessive negative space in the frame symbolizes despair, purposelessness, and solitude in human life. Most people live under the illusion that they are unique compared to the surroundings. This belief prevents them from feeling truly connected to nature.

Lalon once said, "He and Lalon exist together, yet they are separated by infinite distance." Even though humans exist within nature, they somehow remain detached from it. In my frames, vast negative spaces with tiny human figures symbolize this very detachment. Here, nature is immense, and humans are small—serving as a reminder that humanity is not any superior to nature.

The mist in my photographs enhances the minimalist effect, further detaching people from their surroundings. The presence of human-made structures in the background represents our ongoing struggle to prove our superiority. However, the blurred, barely visible architecture behind the fog reflects the failure of this pursuit. Humanity is trapped in this endless contradiction, deepening its existential despair. Meanwhile, the fog thickens, and the distance between humans and nature continues to grow.

Spatiotemporal coherence

Materialistic analysis

Event limitation

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I bet you're all tired of my window shots. I am tired myself. Seriously, I just can't get out of the apartment for photography in this damn city. I might do a shot outside tomorrow though.

I've grown attached to the idea that I hate my work so much most times because I don't own a good camera. Well, most of you must say that a D70 is pretty good and I don't disagree, but my lens is what's killing me. I truly dislike it. And although I might sound materialistic, I do feel that until I don't get another camera and lens I won't feel motivated to take pictures at all. That's just the way it feels right now. And I've been sad for days because I can't find motivation to do so.

On the other hand thank you for being always so kind to me. I truly do appreciate all the support you always give me.

And I really like this one in black and white, but I guess color adds emphasis in what it's supposed to.

So I am not really sure I agree with this statement, falling in love with things seems problematic to me. When you love things it feels very materialistic and perhaps could lead to hoarding. Perhaps I am interpreting this too literally. I'd like to suggest falling in love with experiences, ideas, people, places, nature, music but not just things.

Am I overthinking this too much?

Cars and cameras are the two things I let myself be materialistic about. I don't care about other stuff.

-Louis C. K.

I was bored so I decided to take some pics. Now that I think of it, Meygan would've matched better on my mom's Mercedes. XD

My neighbours. I didn't watch a single second of the coronation. My thoughts on it are best summed up here -

"Royalty, they declare, “does not hinder” the country’s progress and works out cheaper than a president if you count all the expense of elections, and so on and so forth. Such speeches by Labour leaders typify a facet of their “idiosyncrasies” which cannot be called anything other than conservative blockheadedness. Royalty is weak as long as the bourgeois parliament is the instrument of bourgeois rule and as long as the bourgeoisie has no need of extra-parliamentary methods. But the bourgeoisie can if necessary use royalty as the focus of all extra-parliamentary, i.e. real forces directed against the working class. The British bourgeoisie itself has well understood the danger of even the most fictitious monarchy. Thus in 1837 the British government abolished the title of the Great Mogul in India and deported its incumbent from the holy city of Delhi, in spite of the fact that by this time this title had become only a nominal one: the British bourgeois understood that under certain conditions the Great Mogul could become the focal point of a struggle of Indian upper-class circles against British rule.

To proclaim a socialist programme and at the same time to declare that royalty “does not hinder” it and comes cheaper is just the same as, for example, acknowledging materialist science but having recourse to a witch’s incantations against toothache on the grounds that the witch comes cheaper. In such a “trifle” the whole man is expressed, along with his spurious acknowledgement of materialist science and the complete falsity of his ideological system. For a socialist the question of the monarchy is not decided by today’s book-keeping, especially when the books are cooked. It is a matter of the complete overturn of society and of purging it of all elements of oppression. Such a task, both politically and psychologically, excludes any conciliation with the monarchy.

— Where is Britain going? 1925, in Trotsky’s writings on Britain, volume 2 (New Park Publications, London, 1974)

Where would you like to go to next, my monitor informs me

or is that another world demanding yet another entrance fee?

a misplaced youth misspelling deliberately the certificate of authenticity

misspent middle-age at odds with younger generations duplicity

and yet we're all the same, our faults wear different styles

and that is all, for bare boned-technology deceives it's own smiles

society's subliminal subterfuge wears very thin sometimes

such deceptive creatures evolve through the dust-laden crimes

handed down by generation these are no second-hand wounds

for the scars of time are always bloody to the mind at war on relative grounds

hurt-mongering is in vogue again I heard someone shriek with propensity

the legacy of which were sobs into the dark of night's hidden intensity

now we question our lucid selves unable to decipher human margins

from right to wrong and vice versa, it's fundamentals as soluble as today's aspirins

solving heartaches and headaches in delusory weeps and another take

upon a world gifted with touching wood as frequently as any call of nature in wake

rise, risen, and all it's given without need to cosmeticise the already fabulous

array of natural charms and gems hidden from our blind materialistic plunder so capacious

granted a licence beauteous, are there no depths to which arrogant breeds contempt

there's a whole lot of nothing in the space where faith, hope and belief attempt

to solve the mystery surrounding this human kind given to bewilderment

a riches to ragtiming the blues away from fortunes of war awaiting appeasement

I can but try to understand and locate, like an aerial view of one's land-based self

for want of living, so many lives are lost, now, for want of forgiveness so much forgoes itself.

by anglia24

13h00: 10/06/2008

©2008anglia24

After fifteen years, Michael Raedecker returns to The Hague with a major solo. Not everyone is offered the most beautiful place - downstairs, next to the garden room - but his work is unique. No one embroiders so ingeniously and effectively: highlighting a painterly sketch or downright obstructing it.

MICHAEL RAEDECKER EMBROIDERS

FURTHER THAN ANYONE ELSE

Regular visitors know. The first painting behind the glass entrance door sets the tone. Do not seek guidance in the introductory text that brings up too many side issues. Just look carefully and take the time to ask yourself a few open questions. Does the image grab you by the throat? Or does it make you sink in thoughts? Does the painter want to hurt your eyes, or does he want to seduce you? He may even avoid you a little, every artist has his own strategy. Rest assured; you can trust your intuition. Answers will follow. The subconscious immediately goes to work.

The Raedecker exhibition starts with a swimming pool. Private, that is, so we zoom in on the 'American Dream'. Is that dream still attractive? A nervous, somewhat ominous atmosphere lingers around the blue water. A diving board tries to lure you into a foolish act, be careful not to hit the bottom or the side. Making a bomb may be a better idea. A few bounces up and down the board and then a big splash. But after a few times, the fun wears off. Is there any fun in pools like this? The seat at the edge lends itself to a bathrobe and a towel but is not lazy enough to sit on for long. The steps to climb out of the water are also tiny. Everything considered, it is a worthless swimming pool. Why would anyone want something like that in his backyard?

Anyone who reaches a certain status in life seems to be condemned to it. A house with a swimming pool, expensive cars on the driveway, and perhaps an extramarital lover to take the stress away. It's all part of the attainable dreams of a wealthier class. However, the situation Raedecker describes is far from relaxed, the black plants even look threatening. The fact that pink and yellow shine through only makes it more sinister. Where is everyone? This is a false idyll, and the exhibition title hammers the cause into your brain with two sharp blows: MATERIAL WORLDS. Behind such words lies social criticism in wait.

MATERIAL PAINTER

Michael Raedecker (1963, Amsterdam) leaves all interpretations to the viewer. He looks from above, at our concerns on this planet, and what he thinks about them he hides in ambiguous titles (always in small letters). It’s a game to penetrate the ideas behind it. Material Worlds evokes the much vaunted and loathed 'global economy' dominated by a materialist ideology. The system has shameless winners and elsewhere (outside our view) entire tribes of people who are exploited without scruples. Not to mention the consequences for nature and the climate. These aspects are discussed time and again in disguise.

However, viewed up close, 'Material Worlds' also applies to the technique he developed as an artist. He uses an ingenious mixture of paint and fabrics. For scaling up he uses printing techniques. Most strikingly, however, is the sewing and embroidery. Technically speaking, he is a 'painter with matter' and a confrontation with his work becomes a physical sensation. Viewed from a distance, the whole image seems clear, but you are automatically drawn in and viewed up close, the use of materials provides additional information: the swimming pool discussed appears to contain 'mirrors and beads'...

More famous artists work with fabrics, but with Raedecker you sense the need to exploit the material in a new, completely original way. After a fashion study, he went to Paris. However, the world of Haute Couture, in which everyone is a manic work slave, did not suit him. He quit after just three months. In terms of character, he is a pure soloist. A necessary quality to lead an artistic life. Via the Dutch Rietveld and Rijksacademie, he ended up at the Goldsmith Academy in London and got stuck in that metropolis. It earned him a nomination for the famous Turner Prize in 2000. Although he did not get it, international contacts opened up. His gallery operates worldwide.

ALL ALONE

The Art Museum in The Hague provides a balanced picture of the past thirty years. The tests with which he was accepted at the National Academy already testify to his originality. What many people underestimate is the price you pay for success. At great heights, you are completely alone. That is reflected in all his work.

But isn't that true of every mortal? We communicate all our hopes, gains, and misfortunes on our smartphones, yet everyone arrives at the finish line alone. That realization is a major constant in Raedecker's work. Again, where is everyone? There is no living soul to be seen in his paintings, while traces of human presence can be found everywhere. Anonymous bungalows are situated in empty landscapes, often with double garages. Because of movies that almost no one can avoid these days, the bungalow - a typical American form of architecture - quickly evokes dramatic stories. What is about to happen is unclear, but Raedecker directs the emotions toward fearful suspicions with all-pervading colors and well-aimed details. When such a lonely bungalow is swallowed up by the dark blue night, five stiff trees are enough to evoke a thriller. Why is the garage left wide open? Brightly lit and empty…

Anyone who walks back to the beginning of the exhibition – highly recommended! – stumbles upon a nighttime swimming pool. Nobody uses it.

My review was published in The Hague Central on April 25. Retrospective in het Kunstmuseum. On show until August 11, 2024.

La Défense 07/09/2021 11h32

A lovely white smooth sculpture on the huge esplanade of La Défense as part of the outdoor exposition Extati les Ques, l'art au grand air.

SENDERS

by Tony Gragg (Liverpool UK, 1949)

Tony Gragg considers himself as a radical materialist , constantly searching for new materials, exploring and developing their possibilities. His recent artworks, meanwhile, are suggesting movement and the éphermeral nature of the elements. In Senders, the vertically of the colomn sculpture refers to Constantin Brâncusi (1876-1957) and his unique approach to abstraction. The artist's intent is not to copy or represent what exists, but to discover what ideas and emotions van be evolked through the use of new forms and materials.

Macro Mondays - Fill the Frame

The calm, composed gaze and the serene expression of Buddha.

The Eyes are usually cast downwards in a state of meditation with a hue of spiritual aura. It signifies looking beyond materialistic things only towards the truth. It is virtually awakening of the inner eye or 'URNA'.

The Third eye, the dot which appears on the forehead between the eyebrows, signifies to the devotee to inculcate ethical behavior, indulge in meditation, be generous, make offerings and free oneself from materialistic provocations. The third eye symbolizes spiritual awakening of knowledge and wisdom besides providing divine vision with the ability to see past our mundane universe of sufferings. it also symbolizes that He was a great beings.

--- bhoomshanti.com

After a fashion as fast as legs can take me

rejecting one life, stealing another

hopeful, oh yes, ever hopeful am I

that nothing will trip me nor stand in my way

just a clear unbroken path for my very last sigh

that is a wish coming true unless

I should stumble and fall well before time

and it is about time, is it not

for a change is as good...as good as what?

perhaps just as well that time forgot

now I'm running to standstill

the same as you too (U2)

when waters broke a flood was borne

unto the moon it tided it's way

for such a memory has only today to adorn

will it be enough, or should I run some more

I'm getting tired, so very, very tired

you see?

so much so I'm turning my back ever further

from the point of no departure, returning with me

so much seen, so much missed, so little left

empty tanks cut the lawn of deserted home

unborn or overgrown, a no man's land for nobody-

left standing we all fall one by one

when at one time we stood shoulder to shoulder with somebody

we never took their name and discounted the claim

that it would not be for much longer

'something amazing is afoot' fell upon silent fears

the voiced majority had long gone, by then

leaving behind but a trail of bygone years

do we follow, fall, or simply begone, oblivious

acquiescent within the shell of our own pods

we will hear the music that'll be faced, sure enough

a foreboding perhaps, who knows, who even cares

when such blood cannot be taken off the materialistic cuff

ah, that it stitched into our sweat-shopped Psyche

no pain without gain, a well-sloganised campaign

suffer the children who nobody pays -

any attention to their silent tears,

falling into the pockets of emblazoned ways

the garment of fads picking us all up again

to run some more, keeping apace with this life

disinterested in the world's sorrows

we still wish our hurdled brands to be seen

from the unseen hand a twine of survival it borrows

who will live to see this day?

to give us the daily bread and forgive who?

it is we who trespass beyond our understanding

our fashionable opinion remains untied

so perhaps it can hitch a ride when no-one else is left standing...

by anglia24

09h00: 15/08/2008

©2008anglia24

Ukraine, Lviv 2011, portra 400

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Cars and cameras are the two things I let myself be materialistic about. I don't care about other stuff.

Louis C. K.

2019 july 29

abstract optical materialism macropaintograph with household materials

Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm via extension tube

I never used to think of myself as particularly materialistic. But since I got into photography... sheesh. I'm always after something.

Lately, I've been hankering for a wide angle lens. This is the best I can do with my Rebel kit lens... which (all things considered) has been pretty good to me.

Time to give myself a slap and get more use out of the lenses I have. So I'm trying. I took my 300mm out today for the first time in ages... and got some decent Wild Kingdom action shots of a seagull catching and eating a big crab.

My mantra right now: Be grateful for what you have. And stop wanting more gadgets!

The true alchemy lies not in turning base metal into gold, or in finding immortality. When I come to think of it, being immortal and having infinite wealth would bring no absolution. Not to me at least (I think). It is possible that this concept of alchemy is just another metaphor. So what is true alchemy? I believe it is being able to cleanse your perception from a mundane materialistic reality and then delivering your being into a spiritual reality. I don’t mean spiritual strictly in a religious sense (cant say I’m a very religious person)…however what I mean by ‘spiritual reality’ can best be defined by what Einstein put forth as the purpose of life (putting aside all religions) “is to live for your fellow man”. To me that’s simple and sensible enough. A spiritual reality that is poetic and not chaotic. Idealistic, I know… and like all the dinosaurs of idealism perhaps, may never be unearthed? Such a defeating thought. But I believe we are all alchemists, and we all hold the philosopher’s stone deep within us…and with it we can turn base metal (mundane materialistic reality) into gold (spiritual poetic reality)…all you need to do is open up your fucking pineal gland. Our collective unconscious has been tainted by the week’s top notch product advertising commercials…BUY BUY BUY!!! Fucking monkeys!! Monkeys killing monkeys over pieces of the ground!(TOOL) Monkeys wearing their pride while their genitals hanging down exposed. Capitalism is slavery…globalization is the new mask of imperialism. No alchemy can deliver us from this…not unless our collective unconscious has been first cleansed. Yes we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine…and the machine is bleeding to death(GY!BE)…I think I will dig a hole in the ground, and bury myself with the dinosaurs of idealism…maybe I just don’t get “IT”…I’ll never let “IT” get me anyway…I think my migraine just got worse. Hope you all have a good fucking day!!!

Remember me when there’s nothing left to speak for.

When there’s nothing left on this planet we call earth,

for the things that I have done don’t seem to match up to anything that could be given away.

The best comes from the money.

The best comes from the pretty.

The best will lead the way, into the future of materialistic things.

Remember when there wasn’t?

Ever ponder upon that?

Remember when there weren’t these people and these places?

Remember when there wasn’t anything to talk about or do?

Remember when there wasn’t me or you?

Fill yourself with a lie. Fill yourself with some fear.

You are not going to get out of here alive so fear something while the time passes by.

Find your treasure and parish with it.

Why are we so afraid of it? Your treasure, which is your present you are giving the world.

How will anyone be remembered if there isn’t anything to remember you by?

My thoughts trail on in this life.

At times in my life it doesn’t seem to look upwards,

But when I glance upon the past I remember all these moments where I had happiness,

But just didn’t realize it at the time.

When will I realize it in the moment?

I find myself wondering.

When will I not take my life for granted?

Will it be when I find my place at peace?

Maybe the moment before,

Or maybe the moment after my soul is released.

January 8th,2010(sooc +4 in comments)View ON BLACK

so imagine my inner elatedness and surprise when i saw this HUGE package from joni? well here is two videos explaining that. one is a shortenedshortened version for those of you who like to get to the point, and the other is the original version for those who love my craziness and like my videos haha. So yeah check em out. bed head is so fun! Last night or this morning, jonel and i talked on the phone until 1am:D he's so adorable

me"ok i'll let you go, it's getting late and i don't want you to be ti-"

him"no no no i wanna hear your voice come on a few more minutes please baby"*adorable little voice*

Today has been so wonderful. Washed all my blankets, my sheet, my pillow cases and some clothes. Along with jonel's package i got U.O magazine. I think they have pretty stuff and i get ideas from them, then go and blow all my money at thrift stores. hehe. I'm sorry i will never shop,for clothes and shoes, at a normal store again. Thirft stores are my addiction. I love all the things you can find there, and how no one will have those items, and how they are old and different, and vintage. eee!

The sun is the brightest and the best,for pictures too, at 3pm BUT it's the hottest at 3pm(unless it's not hott that day then it's colddd) and in fl the hottest time of day was at 12pm but here in cali it's 3pm haha. It's crazy.

I'm thinking about getting a moped. Just for 8-12months then i'll get a car. I just idk i'm really not ready to drive yet:/ i'm so scared. I know riding a moped can be dangerous too but i don't know..cars eep. I mean i love to drive and i'm sure if i drove 24-7 i'd be more comfortable and yada yada but i have the BIGGEST fear of getting in a car accident..maybe because i've been in SO many..who knows. I re organized my room and i can breathe more. It's funny for me organization and neatness makes me so comfortable, stable and calm. If things get messy or un organized i feel uneasy and like i can't breathe or stressed, i can't explain it. I'm pretty good at organizing too, i'd love to do that for a living as well, though i don't think you can..haha. ah ok off to read some more and eat fruit and be merry. have a wonderful friday. i know i will enjoying the goodies joni gave me. I swaer if he was here i'd kiss him so much with happiness. not because i'm materialistic but i LOVE books and the simplest things makes me beyond happy and giddy. and the fact that he remembers and listens to EVERYTHING i tell him makes me even more happy.

listen not only am i IN love with this movie, but i'm IN LOVE with this song. she is such a great singer

ok bye:D

2019 aug 23

abstract optical materialism macropaintograph with household materials

Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm via extension tube

Cars and cameras are the two things I let myself be materialistic about. I don't care about other stuff.

What I write may appear self-indulgent and it is true that journaling our family accomplishments is a little cathartic. I do, however, share our story primarily to create awareness. Through that awareness, I hope in some small way to play a part in the enhancement, acceptance and understanding of those health conditions which so often attract prejudice and ridicule. Not just the prejudice against the individual who suffers from Epilepsy, Autism, Hydrocephalus, paralysis, and many other conditions, but also the people who care for them.

This community of people have so much to offer to society if only society would take a moment to listen and understand and not turn their back and walk away. In the modern world materialistic wealth and a limit on time outweighs emotional wealth and compassion. Eyes glued to mobile devices prevent a person from seeing a person in distress and keep walking on by, oblivious to that need. My words, I hope, will go some way to encouraging thought and maybe even a desire to see those struggles we walk past.

Our son is struggling. Multiple and complex mix of conditions that are not easily supported. It takes time. It means an absence from interacting with a life we once had until he is calm. I know many who will read this will understand us and already support us so much. To those of you who do understand, I need you to know that we are eternally grateful for your support and your encouragement, your friendship and even your love. Others may visit and pass by without such understanding. I have no complaints about that, I have no right to. Maybe a moment to read about our journey and to understand why we do not consistently engage with the world may be rewarding in some way.

Our son has been prescribed additional medication for his epilepsy. The reaction has not been good. The daily seizures he was having, continue. These are now accompanied by additional traits. Over the past few weeks, we have been giving him this additional medication, his mind, his memory, his awareness, and even his beautiful character has been affected, and not in a good way. So many people will pass by either in total ignorance of him even being there, struggling, or pass by with some derogatory comment or complaint. We steel ourselves against such behaviour. We can take it even though we should not have to. But we protect our son with a passion. That protection means greater isolation, not inclusion …

Totally unaware of their current surroundings, sleepy, docile and totally complicit their control mantras set controlling their, empty minds, no feelings of fright no nightmares. Forfeiting their human lives to stay barely alive, batteries and microchips replacing their human organs, no longer do they feel the needs and wants their human bodies craved of each other, carelessly caught while trying to expose "The Corporation" and its evil deeds, now with no further need of materialistic things, their worlds a silent grey blur, peaceful and serene pulling them deeper into their new existence, reliant on others to survive the new dangers facing them in the isolation of their permanently sealed restrictive latex suits. Drone Sen sets the force fields around the Twin drones travel pods, setting the timers for their shipment to the mother ship orbiting within the deep space world they are to become part of. Beginning the new challenges awaiting them.

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In Materialistic World No Matter How Rich You Are You Can't Buy Sea Splash With Credit Card Nor Cash. I think today rich people can buy everything including love, health, eduvcation etc. Things that they can't buy are stars, sun, sea splash etc. You can't tell stars to not shine and you can't say sea waves hey stop I am paying you...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhFN0W8hY0o

A song for you from my teen days シ.

P.s. The name of little island is Otočić Boljkovac on island Rab.

View On Black

Sadhus in Nepal live a simple un-materialistic life

Last night I dreamt Jesus and I walked along a beach.

"Jesus," I said, "you're black? I thought that was a Hollywood cliche. I figured you didn't have a race--you were just the essence of forgiveness or love or something."

"Nope, I'm black. My son, I'm concerned about the path of your life. You used to help the less fortunate. You used to devote yourself to causes. Now you just pursue money. What happened?"

"Jesus, I'm not sure I ever cared about those causes or if I just wanted to aggrandize myself. I mean, I care but it's secondary to making my own life better. And it's a distant second."

Jesus nodded understandingly.

"Everyone wants to improve their lot, Jesus. But materialists are at least honest about it. Given that you've built us with this self-preservation that trumps other concerns, maybe the most we can hope for is to not be a hypocrite. And to make enough money to enjoy the world you've built for us. It does take money, Jesus, no matter what anyone says."

Holding his hands behind his back as we walked, Jesus was the model of the thoughtful listener. "Mmm-hmm. There was an element of egotism to your works. But in sum you may, eventually, have been able to make some difference, even if small."

"The ends justify the means, Jesus? Is that the creator's philosophy?"

"Oh no. Look around," he said, gesturing to the sky and the water and the sand. "My father was a dadaist. And maybe," he concluded, probing a wound in his wrist absent-mindedly, "a bit of a sadist."

I took this photo at a place that is south of Stavanger, where some of the friends are about to dive into the fresh water from the boat..... A perfect moment to capture as the shade effect is almost breathtaking for me, specially the sun rays crossing the shadows.

I think I can describe this picture based on how I see life: " Materialistic desires cause death to your freedom, freedom of being free in this wild world, freedom to live in the moment with utmost pureness, freedom to pursue happiness, You will never experience the Joy of Life"...(Ahmed)

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2019 july 26

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Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm via extension tube

Get that house; Get that job; get that yacht; get that girl, WHY NOT YOU ?

Saint George. Relatively remote church. A nearby well inspires the local epithet "Πηαούλι" (idiomatic expression that translates to -small well-). The set of shots focuses on isolated parts of the landscape. More will follow.

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Today's shot is a tribute to two of my very good flickr friends, Jordy and Cyndi. A while back, I saw this shot that Cyndi had taken of her daughter (coincidentally also named Ali), and I knew I wanted to try to do a version of it at some point. Then today I was perusing Jordy's stream and discovered this shot and knew that today would be the day!

The thing I love about both Jordy and Cyndi is that they march to the beat of their own drum. They don't simply follow the crowd, but instead forge ahead and make their own path. I love that. There have been many times in my life that I've admittedly been a sheep and simply gone with the flow because it was easier. And because I have always struggled with an insatiable need to be liked. But I like to think that as I've gotten older, I've developed a strong enough backbone to forge ahead as me. Just me. I'm not perfect. Far from it. But I like to think that all of my flaws are really what make me uniquely beautiful. In a way nobody else can be. (Of course, that won't keep me from obsessing over them.)

A few things to note about this shot... I am right-handed. That's why my right hand looks so sloppy. Drawing with my left hand is not easy!! Andy added two items to my right hand, so I'll tag those. Also, these "washable" markers are not really that washable. I mean, I scrubbed the hell out of my hands multiple times and I've still got writing all over them. It's faded slightly, but it's still there. Thank god I never used these markers on my face (which is the reason I originally bought them).

Also!!!! H IS FOR HANDS!!! Finally! I've been stuck in my alpha series. This will get me un-stuck. abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

365 Days (self portraits): Day 112

I am SO excited for December. It's my favourite month of the year. I just love how everyone looks so much happier. And I love presents. As I've said before, I'm quite the materialist.

rfotd: There is something fascinating about cigarettes. But I wish the people around me and the people I love stopped smoking. And fyi, I don't smoke. Or have ever tried. I feel like I don't need to try, I mean, I already hate the taste/smell when I inhale it passively.

40.365

Unsparing quality

Indefinity sustaining

Archaeological magnitude

2019 july 31

abstract optical materialism macropaintograph with household materials

Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm via extension tube

PROBLEM: We live in a materialistic, consumer-driven society where the only thing left to make us happy is the acquisition of items.

SOLUTION: Buy a print from Mike Weinhold's Fall Foliage photo exhibit! Here's a link to the photos, sizes, and prices:

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sch2qwAHJ3HxCefSJkAKs9aKs...

2019 sept 14

abstract optical materialism macropaintograph with household materials

Camera: Pentax K-50 16 Mpixel Digital SLR + Carl Zeiss Tessar 2.8/50mm via extension tube

May your Christmas be filled with lots of LOVE + PEACE + HEALTH and HAPPINESS….. ohhh and lots of presents !!! :)

Wishing our human race wake up and start treating one another with more love....

WARS are so yesterday... we are in 2016/2017 ! We must evolve.....especially spiritually.... be less greedy and less materialistic.....

DO NOT MAKE WARS..... MAKE LOVE + PEACE !

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This is isn't my best picture, but I felt like uploading 'cause I missed the feeling of communicating to you guys. The only thing I kind of like about this picture are the tones (I was fiddling around with the curves to give the blankets a nice colour), which I hope to use for a future photo soon.

Justice have been on while I look at random stuff/edit pictures lately. I'm not in love with them yet, but maybe it just needs time. I really like "civilization" though. Oh, and I've been listening to "Lover to lover" by Florence and the machine non stop too.

I have realized that I have become such a materialist (I totally just google translated this word, hope it fits the context) and greedy. Everything I see I want to buy, and I can't because I don't have money. I don't get pocket money from my parents, and if my wallet is completely empty I have to do special chores in the house to earn some money. I don't have a job, just because I'm too lazy, and because it's hard to find a job at my age in Italy, or at least, I feel like it's difficult. Number one on my wishlist is an Apple laptop, because my family laptop is kind of dying and slowing down a whole lot. And a new camera. And a new lens. And new clothes. And other stuff. See, gah, this thing is killing me. Why can't I be happy with what I've got?

I'm such in a "I want to kill myself, although I'd never do that, but the feeling is similar" mood.

Music Link: "The Grid" - Philip Glass, from his score for the Godfrey Reggio film "Koyaanisqatsi". This is a very well done edit of the much longer piece which lasts almost 24 minutes. Here it is a mere 6:40, but more than enough to get the point across with hair-raising and mind blowing immediacy.

The word "koyaanisqatsi" is a Hopi word for "life out of balance". Reggio's 1983 film was the first of it's kind and a quantum leap in film making. The director started out with the very original idea to craft a film around real life footage from around the world, focusing first on the quiet solemnity and unhurried elegance of nature and then contrasting it very sharply indeed with the mad rush of human activity, perception and behaviour. The concept was to show just how literally insane the materialistic, consuming and destroying culture of the West is and that it is dangerously out of balance with the natural world.

Reggio believed modernized "First" world culture to be sick, as in not well, deep into its core for it's lost connection to the natural rhythms of nature. As its ever demanding maw grows and grows, it eats away at the planet like a cancer. He used the Hopi prophecies about this time as a way to guide the footage, which has no actors, no narration, no plots or story. Real life footage was carefully shot over years and assembled and synched to the music of Philip Glass, whose work Reggio chose for it's enormous power to reflect the themes he wanted to so viscerally display. The finished film footage and the music now are inseparable halves of a complete whole.

While a few other directors have taken on Reggio's very original and groundbreaking style and commercial TV has naturally copped his technique, the original "Koyaanisqatsi" still stands as the greatest film of its kind. Not so shocking and breathtaking now as it was back in 1983, the film still hits hard with dizzying accuracy. Yet at the heart of it all, Reggio's is not the voice of condemnation. He looks upon human beings as being caught in the snares of their own creation and feels compassion for them. A lesser mind would have moralized. Reggio does not.

I chose this piece as a natural accompaniment to Times Square imagery and because a lot of this segment IS shot in New York and indeed in Times Square. I think it musically reflects the unbelievable rush and chaos of the location, and the wider modern world, beautifully. This very hard to find video is the actual footage of the film to the accompaniment of its intended soundtrack.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwPDFeXEMs4

Zoom in !!!

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