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Just announced: 'Memory Drift' is a finalist in the 2014 Sulman Prize: www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/sulman/2014/
Started last year but not worked on for the past 10 months, I've finally got time to work on this painting again. Will probably take another 2-3 weeks, concentrating on the right hand side of the house and especially the foreground.
The painting is going to be framed with wood from the actual house located between Ballarat and Daylesford, (Victoria, Australia) thanks kindly to the owners.
Oil on canvas.
..... fragments of memory.....stitched together.....holes.....sparkles....rough.... smooth....common threads...
dimensions: 2m tall
materials: felt, wool, various other fibres, willow branch
exhibited: 2007 OBJECTive Art Awards exhibition, Nathan homestead, Manukau
The thistle is gone from the meadows now, but I still have golden memories.
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Well, did this ever bring back memories! When I was a child, our roller skates needed to be stepped into, with shoes on, and then tightened onto the shoes with a key, which was forever getting lost!
Found in the small town of Jamul on Hwy 94 east of San Diego, Simpson's Nursery and Auto Museum was a fascinating place to go and wander around. They had a wonderful selection of plants and flowers, plus 2 barns full of old cars, trucks and other memorabilia. One barn had old Model A's and Model T's and the like, while the other had muscle cars and hot rods from the 50's to early 70's. Unfortunately, when we tried to visit again a couple of years ago, it was no longer open. (10-02-12-4919)
I had a trip down memory lane when I visited Barry Island this summer
I haven't been there in years.
i can remember coming here by train (what excitement) and we would sit on this very wall, watch the sea
ebbing and flowing and
eat our 'gritty' sandwiches, ( no matter how hard my parents tried to avoid it, we still managed to
get sand on our bread). Even this brings back happy memories and are talked about with laughter,
Those were the days when the summers seemed to be sunny, hot and long.
Why don't you share your childhood memories too.?.....we all have them.
Happy birthday Flickr, thanks for making us possible to share our memories and best moments in life!
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
― Twan Eng Tan
Model: Ela Green
Make up: Estrella Cañizares
Photographer / Retouching: Jose Juan Pantoja
All rights reserved © 2018
I can't claim credit for this photo (obvs!) and I can't remember who did take it. Possibly one of my family or a friend but whoever it was thank you for reminding me of hot summer days racing, from a cold, damp, gloomy winter day !.
'We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds'
When I move...I don't want to forget the greenness. My memory has never been very good but I remember the colors of my life. They influenced me today.
Oh, so does anyone have instagrid? I'm just starting to get into it!(It's a love hate relationship. I feel that goes without saying for us photographers!!) I'm going to try to put a little more effort into it. As of now it's just various candids of my life.
Be my friend on FB? :)
It is the memories we hold that are precious. Like delicate flowers they can whither and die unless nurtured.
I dedicate this image to my father on memorial day who rests at Arlington National Cemetery. Blessings to all the veterans and their families!
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
Hay recuerdos que se borran con la edad como la niebla a la realidad,
tú ayúdame a recordarte si con el tiempo te llego a olvidar. [ 3a y 1m tQ.♥ ]
There are memories that fade with age as the fog to reality
you help me remember if over time you get to forget.
Il ya des souvenirs qui s'estompent avec l'âge comme le brouillard à la réalité
vous m'aider à me rappeler si le temps vous arrivez à oublier.
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One year my Pops dressed up as Father Christmas and brought me this monkey as my gift. An unusual gift perhaps, but I was immediately smitten. I tried to give Monkey a proper name, but Monkey was the only one that ever stuck. I did not have many toys as a kid, but I did had one or two “prettier” ones, yet Monkey was without a doubt my favourite. Unique and different – the toy I treasured the most. Monkey always had the prized position in my games and at night would fall asleep in my arms.
Yes, that is a band-aid on Monkey’s face. As kids, my brother would torture Monkey and on a number of occasion he pulled off the eyes and nose – these had to be glued back every time, but this left terrible scars – which I tried to heal with a band-aid and love…
I remember this Christmas eve so clearly and for so many reasons this will always be my most favourite Christmas memory. Pops, I miss you every day <3
I was clearing out a cupboard in my parent’s home recently and decided Monkey needed to come home with me <3
Thank you to Brooke Shaden for the texture. Taken from her “White Hill Mansion” set.
"O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end of day
Awakens an old memory, and say,
'Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind,
It might call up a new age, calling to mind
The queens that were imagined long ago,
Is but half yours: he kneaded in the dough
Through the long years of youth, and who would have thought
It all, and more than it all, would come to naught,
And that dear words meant nothing?' But enough,
For when we have blamed the wind we can blame love..."
- "Old Memory" by William Butler Yeats, Irish poet, 1865-1939.