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"Abstract metaphor.
Being and Reflective of
today's @dailyshoot."
#flickrHaiku
Or, if that doesn't work for you, how about this:
These three friends were struggling down the street on a loud, blustery day.
The first one says, "Windy, isn't it?"
The second one replies, "Wednesday? I thought it was Thursday?"
The third one continues, "Thirsty? So am I! Lets go have some tea."
So there. Construct from this what meaning you will.
@dailyshoot Happy, sad, frazzled, or joyus? Make an abstract or literal photo that expresses how you feel today. #ds459
2010/365 - Day 48
In Memoriam de las fuentes de la Plaza de la Montañeta en Alicante:
www.flickr.com/photos/nomemireis/3451635849/in/set-721576...
Vers l'Epiphanie - Noël 2014/2015 -
Petite méditation métaphorique.
Un nounours tendre saurait-il mentir sur "ses sentiments" ?
Tant de gens appellent l'amour vrai.
Le grand. Le beau. Le durable. L'indestructible. Celui qui résiste à tout.
Mais combien en sont capables ?
Envers et contre tout, ce devrait être ainsi.
Peu en incarnent l'exemple.
Reste l'espérance de le vivre un jour, coeur résolu, et transformé.
Je crois qu'il ne faut pas compter que sur nos sentiments émotionnels, tintés de mental dominant.
Le coeur doit avoir sa part de spiritualité, ressentir sans raisonner.
Surtout il doit rester enfant dans ses sentiments : innocent, sans calcul, spontané, et inconditionnel.
Coeur d'enfant, nous l'avons sûrement.
En tant que enfants de Dieu, de lumière, et de candeur, tel l'Enfant Jésus, modèle absolu que Dieu a bien voulu nous offrir, ainsi, justement.
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Jésus nous a bien montré, plus tard, quel langage pouvait parler son coeur aimant.
L'Evangile, c'est l'Amour à l'état pur.
Chaque mot dit la merveille d'aimer, quelque soit les circonstances.
Le coeur n'a point de raisons de renoncer à aimer.
Mais ce n'est pas si facile au fond.
Alors, REGARDONS, ce qui nous parle vraiment d'amour.
Avec en parenthèse, quelques images douces, rappelant ce que nos ours d'enfance disaient, et auxquels nous prodiguions tant de câlins, mots, étreintes , confidences, valent quelque arrêt et image et coup de coeur.
I was knocking out my brain for an ultra-kool whiz-bang whoopie-doo visual metaphor for the end of 1010.
Here there's good news/ bad news. I always start with the good news. 2010 was a great year for me. Apparently I'm one of the few, but so it goes.
Now the bad news. I can't generate enough angst, rage, futility, or anything else to beat last year's countdown #31, when I set fire to goddamn 2009 (semiotically, anyway).
What to do, what to do? Alas, woe is me. ;-)
Suddenly, it hit me. Yesterday, amid maximum sound, fury, and funny smells, the city of L.A. had made a nice metaphor for me, right out in front of our house.
This is a photo of the street. You probably have a street too. Just about everyone does.
The right side of this rather calm, some might say dull, image was repaved about a year ago. It is still good, but it's faded and nothing special any more. It just works. It's a street. You drive/walk/bike/skate on it and get places.
(This culture reads things from left to right, but the old part is on the right because that's what matches the Earth's rotation. The sun sets a nanosecond earlier on that side. I think about this kind of stuff.)
The left side was repaved yesterday. It's one f/ stop darker.
(I measured it. Since I'm Gamma Infinity, I was driven by my inner creative forces to stretch the histogram out, but it was one stop when I started. Trust me.)
More to the non-photo-geek point, it's new.
Like 2011.
It goes somewhere. Where depends on where you want to go.
Like 2011.
The transition into it, which they call New Year's, seems abrupt, but after a while it just looks normal.
Like 2011.
There are colors in it. (Again, I measured it.) They're very desaturated, but they're there. Your monitor will vary. But the colors are there if you want to find them.
Like 2011.
One thing does not change. I still love my flickr friends.
Have a happy, creative, and adventurous new year!
(End of 2010 December Countdown.)
The first photo of my set for my visual metaphor project for Visual Studies ( MPC 25) @ Ryerson.
Thanks Jaclyn Thompson and Emily Land for help :)
5" x 7" moku hanga woodblock print. Printed from 5 blocks using 11 separate color impressions. Editon of 12 on Masa White.
How does your garden grow?
I had a dream about this two nights ago.... I thnk the meadow in my dream was metaphor for flickr
L to R: Sharon Lockwood as Frannie Trusk, Anthony Fusco as Oliver Denny, and René Augesen as Helen Denny in Dead Metaphor, playing February 28–March 24, 2013, at A.C.T.’s Geary Theater. Photo by Kevin Berne.
What’s Your Favorite machine? Everybody has one. It is that special tool or device that works so well, it becomes a part of your life, a part of you. Using it makes you feel smarter, more talented, more you. Making it is the holy grail of design. Every designer wants to make the next one - the next 67 Mustang convertible, the next IPhone, the next super suit. This Art is not so much about the devices as it is about the affection we feel for them. It is a celebration of the Favorite Machine.
Classic Favorite machines.
Unit #1, on left is a time machine of sorts, stirring memories of classic favorite machines and including some classic sci-fi nostalgia. It uses only new materials, no scrap metal and no found objects.
Eclectic Electric
Unit #2 in center plays video examples of various favorite machines. You can also go to Youtube and search for myfavoritemachine. www.youtube.com/user/myfavoritemachine
Fun with Metaphors
Unit #3 on right, pokes fun at the virtual mimicking the real world where Iconography typically symbolizes real world objects. If that is reversed, which is the real original? (geek art humor) Use of prefab materials is analogous to how today’s software is made, using components.
Aesthetic
The rough aesthetic is medicine for the senses, a mini-vacation from the virtually pristine. IT people as a whole are sensory deprived. In spite of all the rich media we encounter, it all exists in a virtual world. Like two-dimensional art, it requires we leave our bodies and enter that world behind the looking glass. Sculpture inhabits our world, our space. It invites our touch. It appreciates that we are 3D beings and lives on our side of the looking glass. No special glasses needed.
Mobile is a game-changer for the same reason. Mobile goes with us where we live. Our whole world, not the tiny screen, is the environment, overlaying actual with virtual. My Favorite Machine is about the affection we feel for tools that go beyond the virtual to inhabit our real world with us.
Artist: roger belveal
Art Website: www.belveal.com
Twitter; belvealUX and belevealART
Facebook: myfavoritemachine, belveal sculpture
LinkedIn: RogerBelveal
Flickr: belveal
he'd bought the watch from a German clock-shop on market street simply because he liked its aesthetics. Only later did he realize the profound personal metaphor implicit in his purchase. In a sense he'd always carried with him a terrible desire to hold two contradictory times simultaneously. At first he found it an absurd (yet acceptable) design decision to have one dial mark time with roman numerals, and the other with arabic numerals. But if that was a contradiction or over-stylization in the timepiece, it was within him as well. In that decision it was clear to him that every choice stemmed from this draw to live between and at-once.
The totality is his metaphor for the world, an expression of "the notion of the universality of art, especially sculpture, or that which has to do with our environment". This museum preserves the working atmosphere of his studio and also aims to maintain archives which are open to scholarly research. We invite our visitors to experience and enjoy Noguchi's world through his art and through his unique and timeless interpretation of those eternal verities we all seek.