View allAll Photos Tagged metaphors
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
August 2010
Sold separately in 15 colors and 10 patterns. The FatPack has a HUD with which you can mix and match all colors and patterns.
Sizes for Maitreya Lara and MeshBody Legacy.
Exclusive to Vanity Event.
The round begins on July 15th.
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Scandalize%20Land/53/135/2003
Wombat Junior leads the pack in a 1,000-meter race. He usually couldn’t propel his 200 pounds over the finish line in first place, but this time he was out front the whole distance.
This is a metaphor for life as a boy - balancing precariously on somebody else's tightrope for no obvious reason, with no way back and an improbably steep climb to make any kind of forward progress. Oh - and having to wear a ludicrous uniform because somebody else thinks it looks good.
A very wise man said this when i posted it before in full colour...
5319 S. Woodlawn
*2/28/2023 update -- Recently re-installed. Discovered stolen. On Election Day. Find your own metaphors.
Sold separately in 15 colors and 10 patterns. The FatPack has a HUD with which you can mix and match all colors and patterns.
Sizes for Maitreya Lara and MeshBody Legacy.
Exclusive to Vanity Event.
The round begins on July 15th.
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Scandalize%20Land/53/135/2003
Playing with irises now that the birds have left the bush for greener pastures (what a wonderful mixed metaphor).
Texture is by Alexedg
www.flickr.com/photos/60991687@N00/sets/72157601879066377/
Thank you for the wonderful texture