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A winding path is a metaphor, but in photography, it's a leading line — kind of like a leading lady, only more mysterious.
We are influenced by symbols all around us. For me, a leading line like this describes something to come or, returning home. Anyway, whenever I find something with direction, I look for ways to incorporate it into the scene so that it hopefully resonates at an emotional level.
I took this photo inside Hillsborough River State Park, which is just north of Tampa. It is somewhat typical of the parks we have in Florida, lush, full of vegetation, and with lots of trails that lead to mysterious places. Metaphorically speaking that is.
Camera: Canonet QL19
Film: Lomography Color Negative Film F²/400
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For years, while my father was in a care home, my sister and I would go for a walk nearby and visit this old, abandoned farmhouse. Each year it was a bit more ruinous, and there was a clear metaphor for our father's decline. This picture was taken on the afternoon of his funeral, when we visited it for probably the last time. I think perhaps we thought that it would have vanished too, but it was still there. Soon, though, it too will have gone.
Another shot for the Macro Mondays group theme of Metaphors: 14/02/2011.
This week's Macro Monday theme was definitely a bit of a challenge! Plus, as well as the theme, I wanted to shoot something that would also be appropriate for Valentine's Day!
This is supposed to represent a Heart Of Stone. This was one of the first ideas I came up with, but unfortunately, I couldn't find any heart shaped stones! It wasn't until I was feeding my fish this morning that I had the idea of using some of the aquarium gravel to fashion a crude heart out of it!
I prefer my other interpretation, but I'm enjoying the learning process of following a brief!
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To me Poseidon is a wonderful metaphor for the energy of water: Soft and passionate in one; friendly and angry, playful and deep. Water can be very helpful and very dangerous. Of course these words are my projections.
I give the meaning because I feel these emotions in me and want to fix them with this work.
While creating this picture I felt deep respect for this very helpful ancient Greek god. His energies drive me from time to time.
The element of water has many aspects of my concept of B4.
HKD
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Motivationsenergie B4 - Helfer
Wenn ich mich unheimlich fühle, dann spüre ich, wie es mich schauert. Unwissenheit und Unsicherheit breiten sich in mir aus. Diese schaurigen, ängstlich unsicheren Energien werden durch B4 motiviert. Manchmal scheint man keinen Boden unter den Füßen zu haben. Regen, Wasser, Wellen das ist Poseidon. Gefühle, Tränen - in B4 finden sie ihren Ursprung. Gefühlte Unsicherheit ist etwas anderes als intellektuelles Zweifeln. Zweifel sind weniger mit Angst verbunden.
B4 erzeugt Gefühle der Verwirrung und Unsicherheit. A4 ist das Gegenteil. Die Energie motiviert zur mutigen und draufgängerischen Auseinandersetzung. A4 kann sich dort abgrenzen, wo B4 unklar schwimmt, icht weiß was sie will und sich nicht abgrenzen kann.
Für stark von B4 motivierte Menschen ist A4 die kompensatorische Energie und natürlich umgekehrt.
HKD
This excellent satue of the ancient Greek god of the seas Poseidon can be seen in the German town "Bad Meinberg" - Lippe. It stands next to a wonderful pond.
I took this picture a couple of days ago and worked on it with photoshop.
HKD
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"Dark Night of the Soul"
My wife and I were spending the weekend in Brighton to celebrate our wedding anniversary and I figured the early morning (while she slept) was the perfect opportunity to try out my new b&w 10 stop filter! After having hauled myself out of bed (the night before we saw William Fitzsimmons at a tiny venue - he's an american folk singer songwriter: if you like that sort of thing, try him out!), I headed to the beach. The sun was shining, the sea was warm as I rolled my trousers up to wade in and get a better angle and all was quiet - apart from about 50 zombies running down the pebbly shore. Yes, that's right. Zombies. The tranquility of this image betrays nothing of the chaos behind me - the making of a movie involving the undead in full garb and bloodied faces. It gave the morning a surreal edge.
Now, just as those zombies could be taken to represent humankind's fear of death, this image might for you represent more than what it shows. The old pier at Brighton beach could be used as a symbol for many things - hope, faded beauty, defiance, loneliness - the list is no doubt endless. When we look at an image what do we see? Ourselves perhaps. That's why I called this one 'metaphor' - let it stand for whatever you think it should.
Taken at about 8am, f16, 90 seconds (b&w 10 stop filter), tripod - finger firmly held on button as my remote doesn't seem to be working! I must find out why for next time!
I never understand it. I never understood how people could just walk out of my life and pretend they never met me. Like every words I said was unspoken and every touch was never felt, and then it begins to drive me crazy. I begin to think my mind is playing tricks on me. Did they really exsist? because there's no longer a sign of life. There's photographs,messeges and notesbut who's the person? berly recognizable yet enough to distingish. I'm not like them. . I care and I show it and even If they don't, I'll keep their memories alive. The imprint is too big to hide so...Why try?
© Suna Cho
Mirit Ben Nun: Shortness of breath
'Shortness of breath' is not only a sign of physical weakness, it is a metaphor for a mental state of strong desire that knows no repletion; more and more, an unbearable glut, without repose. Mirit Ben Nun's type of work on the other hand requires an abundance of patience. This is a Sisyphean work (requiring hard labor) of marking lines and dots, filling every empty millimeter with brilliant blots. Therefore we are facing a paradox or a logical conflict. A patient and effortful work that stems from an urgent need to cover and fill, to adorn and coat. Her craft of layering reaches a state of a continuous ceremonial ritual.
This ritual digests every object into itself - useful or discarded -- available and ordinary or rare and exceptional -- they submit and devote to the overlay work. Mirit BN gathers scrap off the streets -- cardboard rolls of fabric, assortments of wooden boards and pieces, plates and planks -- and constructs a new link, her own syntax, which she alone is fully responsible for. The new combination -- a type of a sculptural construction -- goes through a process of patching by the act of painting.
In fact Mirit regards her three dimensional objects as a platform for painting, with a uniform continuity, even if it has obstacles, mounds and valleys. These objects beg her to paint, to lay down colors, to set in motion an intricate weave of abstract patterns that at times finds itself wandering the contours of human images and sometimes -- not. In those cases what is left is the monotonous activity of running the patterns, inch by inch, till their absolute coverage, till a short and passing instant of respite and than on again to a new onset.
Next to this assembly of garbage and it's recycling into 'painted sculptures' Mirit offers a surprising reunion between her illustrated objects and so called cheap African sculpture; popular artifacts or articles that are classified in the standard culture as 'primitive'.
This combination emphasizes the difference between her individualistic performance and the collective creation which is translated into cultural clichés. The wood carved image creates a moment of peace within the crowded bustle; an introverted image, without repetitiveness and reverberation. This meeting of strangers testifies that Mirit' work could not be labeled under the ´outsiders art´ category. She is a one woman school who is compelled to do the art work she picked out to perform. Therefore she isn't creating ´an image´ such as the carved wooden statues, but she produces breathless ´emotional jam' whose highest values are color, motion, beauty and plenitude. May it never lack, neither diluted, nor dull for even an instant
Tali Tamir