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A remix of RODIN's iconic 'Thinker'.
In this version the Thinker cradles a baby, sits atop Mother Earth entwined in a giant strand of DNA to highlight the environmental impacts of an unregulated plastic industry on both people and planet.
A visual metaphor for the toxic legacy being passed on to future generations.
This piece is a public call for world leaders to finalize an ambitious treaty that addresses plastic pollution and the health harms it causes across its entire lifecycle.
Munched Paper / Wood / Steel Sculpture
Genève ⇀ Place des Nations
Created for MacroMondays - Theme - Metaphors
I could put multiple metaphors for this one.
Here's one, "Life is a bed of roses."
And then a transformation of Forrest Gump's simile to "Life is a box of chocolate."
A reference to Juliet's speech about Romeo's name, "A rose by any other name should smell so sweet."
Thank you for your time to view and all of your comments. Have a Happy MacroMonday and Happy Valentine's Day!
The horses spin but never race,
each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.
His memories ride in quiet dread,
a carnival of things unsaid.
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。
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Emily and Sarah Schultz
Last upload for a while, but I'll be off and on looking at your work.
This is a close-up photo of patterns in thin ice in a shallow channel beside the river. This image could be seen as being a visual metaphor illustrating the theme of the alien hybrid breeding program.
© 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.]
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.
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".
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I traded ink for pixels’ glow, Sat crowned beneath reception’s throne. The books that built me lie below, Unread, while I scroll alone.
Day 181. This one is a bit of wishful thinking. Despite my weird photos, I'm a bit of a conformist - why else would I have a hair-net on my face.... I saw it as a metaphor for being restricted and I'd like to be one of those people that can do their own thing.
18x24 in.
Oil on paper
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Frosty — school Staff Association and Board at odds over broken contract. Wondering what today will bring.
There's no way to plan storms. But it's certainly possible to formulate a plan for what to do when storms arrive. One such strategy was to come to this abandoned farmstead during a thunderstorm. I wanted to witness first hand as the old buildings were enveloped by the fury of a storm. My moment. arrived recently as Doppler radar revealed yet another line of heavy thunderstorms drifting south off of Lake Erie putting them on a collision course with the farm. I grabbed the camera and headed straight for the property. Storms normally move from west to east here. But given the setting here, a storm approaching from the north was going to provide the best visual. And this storm was really taking its time, hovering less than a mile away but barely moving. I just love these 'approach' moments right before a storm strikes. And slow movers such as this really stretch out the ecstasy. Wonderful cloud structure was developing ahead of the rain, along with rumbles of thunder from numerous lighting strikes. I eyed the lightning rods along the ride of the old barn. Would they still work? Were they even still connected? And what would happen if lightning actually struck one? The barn loomed at least 60 feet overhead. Surely those rods have taken direct bolts in the past.
I'm always weighing risk when shooting on abandoned properties. Not just the storm in this case but the chest high weeds I was walking through. Totally freaks me out to be walking where I can't see my feet. In my mind, each step could be crunching down on a six foot rat snake. Or causing me to plummet down an old water well. Or maybe I'll get off with just a bunch of ticks crawling under my clothing. Quite an eye-opener when tick bites are the best case scenario. The trick is to move slowly and deliberately. Nothing good comes from rushing into the unknown. In the midst of these thoughts the clouds parted momentarily and allowed the bright summer sunshine to flood the landscape. Moments like this are both illusory and transformative. Everything changes in an instant, then changes right back again. Blink and you miss it. Or click the shutter and relive it forever.
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.
"Him whose three places that are filled with sweetness, imperishable joy as it may list them, Who verily alone upholds the threefold, the earth, the heaven, and all living creatures.
May I attain to His well-loved mansion where men devoted to the Gods are happy.
For there springs, close akin to the Wide-Strider, the well of meath in Vishnu’s highest footstep."
(From the Rig-veda - 1.154.1-5)
This man was stepping down Nandeshwar Ghat towards the holy waters of the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
This picture is a kind of metaphor in order to emphasize that the area along the ghats is eulogised as Vishnu's body.
Varanasi has 98 sacred water fronts, which are believed to form the cosmic frame linking 14 bhavana kosas of the human body.
Among 84 ghats, 5 are considered to be supremely auspicious.
These are Asi, Dashashwamedha, Manikarnika, Panchganga and Adikeshava.
These are the Panchathirthas, and are believed to be symbols of the cosmic body of Lord Vishnu; Asi at the head, Dashashwamedha at the chest, Manikarnika at the navel, Panchganga at the thighs and Adikeshava at the feet.
Manikarnika is considered to be at the center of the 5 thirthas, the navel of the universe from which blooms life.
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