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The horses spin but never race,
each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.
His memories ride in quiet dread,
a carnival of things unsaid.
My entry for this week's theme competition. The theme is to design an album cover with a band name starting with, AM.
Looks like Queen’s Gambit, castling long, but so many questions … Have golden royals infiltrated opposition lines? Why are institutions and moral leaders falling? Why does the gold Queen seem distracted and dirty? Why does the gold King hide his face?
Explore no.424, 11 March 2025
Image of Aging.
Contax645 + Distagon 45mmF2.8
Rollieretro400S / D76 1:1
Have a nice weekend, my friends.
I will catch up you tomorrow as it`s difficult to keep my mind awake tonight.
明日訪問させていただきます。冬眠中のクマのように眠くて今日はもうだめです。
Sisters
Emily and Sarah Schultz
Last upload for a while, but I'll be off and on looking at your work.
© Cynthia E. Wood
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[I see this as a metaphor -- for the failure to meet, to connect...but also the persistent possibility, however tenuous, that they will one day succeed...in closing the gap...in bridging the divide...be it swirling or angular. But maybe I read too much into things. Or maybe I'm a bad reader.]
This gate has puzzled me for years. Why put up a gate and leave an easy path around it? Is it just that the job (adding a bit of fence from the gatepost to the tree) was somehow never completed? Is it meant as a visual message or metaphor of some kind?
FEEL FREE TO CONTRIBUTE SOME.
Here is one: An irreverent play on biblical scripture: "Straight is the gate and narrow is the way, and the narrow way is easier." (KJV NT Matthew 7:14, with my flip addendum).
Location: A gateway into a private backyard, on a secluded but public walking path in Riehen BS Switzerland.
In my album: Dan's Funny Stuff.
Yet another example of mental dysfunction masquerading as artistic creativity. I keep trying to ignore the tattered remains of funeral flower arrangements. But so far I've just been unable to manage it. The attraction seems to be inversely proportional to the degree of withering they sustain in the days following the internment. Their purpose was served on day one, yet they remain as forlorn sentinels sometimes for weeks and months afterward. I get it. Loved ones just can't quite bring themselves to remove the arrangements from the gravesite. To do so is like an unbearable final farewell. So they remain, steeped in sadness. The utter dichotomy is what guides me to these lonely markers...flowers once full of life, color and imbued with a sense of vitality and joy now wilted, dull and drab. It's the ultimate metaphor for mortality itself, that of a life well-lived but now spent as the next generation ascends another rung on the ladder of life.
Girl - attemptestock.deviantart.com/art/Turquoise-Dress-12-28042367
Apps - iColorama, laminar, stackables, leonardo
Wings, textures - my collection
Lettering course stock
Created on my iPad Pro
The bristle cleaning brush as a metaphor for the world.
On the left a 1970's or 1980's bristle cleaning brush. On the right a 2018 brush.
In the past? Good solid wood, lots of strong bristles. This brush will last you some cleaning and then some. The brush on the right, a feeble excuse for a brush, almost no wood to hold on to and bristles my eyebrows can put to shame. This one was only used about 3 times!
It's a metaphor for the quality from the 70's.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSb96xfWI6s
A single metaphor can give birth to love
Milan Kundera
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A variation on the Synapsis theme as a 'middle 8' or largo between the Allegro and the Andante Allegro of the first and third pieces.
Music Link: Astralasia - "Bhagwash" from their album "Axis Mundi".
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIynXeTp1rE
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Frosty — school Staff Association and Board at odds over broken contract. Wondering what today will bring.
I received these little origami from a Japanese guy who sold me two CDs a couple of weeks ago.
The MacBook in background provides lights reminding a faraway city.
Path to Edge
Rinpoche smiled when he saw the picture:
“Yes”, he said. “The only way home is to become a beast of burden.”
Maybe I looked at him asking as he continued.
“When I was young I was weak. I was not able to carry my own responsibilities. I blamed others. But as long I was blaming I felt wrong somehow. This state of consciousness kept me down and I felt like a victim of circumstances and men. I started blaming myself of being that weak. It took quite a while until I stopped being self-destructive.”
He pointed at the man. “Look, he is still trying to reach the edge, still trying to be a Bodhisattva, keeping his dark thoughts and feelings enclosed in his huge bag, not blaming others but himself. He is walking like a slave, carrying his own secret vows.”
I felt a bit weird. Obviously he knew.
“Don’t worry”, he said. “Nobody ever reached the edge. In fact one day you stop searching. I left the bag… maybe a few miles further on…” He giggled. “Down the mountains I was singing and dancing… till you crossed my ways.”
I did not smile.
Rinpoche laughed: “That’s a joke, my friend…”
HKD
Falls Psychologie interessiert:
Das Bild zeigt Persönlichkeitsaspekte eines demütigen Menschen. Er trägt seine Lasten selbst anstatt sie dem Esel aufzubürden. Das macht ihn selbst zum Lastentier und in gewissem Sinn zum Esel. Es ist im Alltag normal, die physischen wie auch die psychischen Lasten anderen Menschen aufzubürden, Kollegen, Partnern, Kindern. Ängste werden zum Nächsten abgeschoben; auch Aggressionen, Trauer oder Verzweiflung. Man redet sich die Sorgen von der Seele und der offenherzige Zuhörer wird immer bedrückter. Ein Bodhisattva verzichtet darauf, die eigenen Sorgen bei anderen zu entsorgen, im Gegenteil, er übernimmt und teilt die Kümmernisse seiner Mitmenschen. Er entlastet alle Kreaturen und wünscht ihnen in seinen Gebeten alles Glück, während er sich selbst bescheiden zurück nimmt. Demut und Bescheidenheit sind auch christliche Tugenden. Wer diese Tugenden anerkennt und übt, hält seine niederen Ego-Instinkte in Schach und wird sich dieser Energien erst richtig bewusst. Auf dem Weg der Tugend entsteht der innere Konflikt zwischen Selbstanspruch und Schatten-Natur. Wird dieser Konflikt erkannt und bewusst geschlichtet, kommt es zur Vereinigung der Gegensätze und damit zur Erlösung aus der spannungsvollen Dualität.
Shambhala, das Paradies der Seele oder das verheißene Land sind Metaphern für den inneren Frieden, der durch den Aufstieg des Geistes auf den hohen Gipfel der Erkenntnis gewonnen wird. Millionen pilgern auf die Berge und nehmen als symbolische Erfahrung vorweg, was sie im weiteren Verlauf ihrer Pilgerschaft auch geistig und emotional erfahrbar nachvollziehen. Innerer Friede ist ein gutes Gefühl.
HKD
Anmerkung:
This is digital art work, not reality.
Pictures and resources my own.
Das Bild ist ein digital hergestelltes Werk.
Jede Ähnlichkeit mit realen Gegebenheiten wäre rein zufällig.
HKD
If you like to see my latest videos:
Meditation - Introducing
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vocdfNPPNJo
or
Path of Wisdom
www.youtube.com/user/koppdelaney
and
Dark Night of the Soul