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Some are visible, some are not. This one is just a scar on an old pair of pants that I love too much to let go... ("You silly sentimental girl..." Viola echoed in her head)
On the main part of this vase you can see Athena and the slain giant Enkelados. According to the CMA the victory of Athena over the giant is interpreted as a metaphor for the Greek victory over the Persians.
God spoke: “Separate!
Water-beneath-Heaven, gather into one place; Land, appear!”
And there it was.
God named the land Earth. He named the pooled water Ocean.
(Genesis 1:9-10)
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars. – Gustave Flaubert
Feel free to read whatever meaning you want into it.
What I was going for was a simple metaphor for "juggling" ideas in your mind.
This was taken back in undergrad for a project. I wasn't very experienced then so the quality is lacking and my camera was basically a point-and-click.
oh, and actual juggling partner for her... is me : )
'Words ... are musc to her ears'
The first ever hearing equipment my daughter recieved as a tiny infant.
HMM everyone & have a great week too!!
I shot this 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!
After many long hours of head scratching, I was getting nowhere, and was starting to get really frustrated.
It was then that I scolded myself! Why should I be getting frustrated? The challenge was only supposed to be a bit of fun! Then it came to me...
It's only supposed to be a bit of Light Hearted fun! :)
That would be my image. A heart made of light.
All I had to do then was put the image together using a laser pointer and a long exposure! It took about 30 attempts to get a result I was happy with, as the area I was painting the light onto was so small - as the shot I was after had to be a macro!
Anyway, whilst not the most exciting image in the world, I'm quite happy with the results, and I think I've achieved my two objectives!
~FlickrIT~ | ~Lightbox~
The Grand Bazaar, Istanbul, Turkey.
As Ladyhawker notices in her comment below, this picture is all about opposite. Graphically you can see a black neat area and a white messy one. Conceptually these two parts of the same picture may be read as the restricted world of muslim women opposed both to the men's and the western world. Maybe order against freedom. This opposition is underlined by the sad expression of the veiled woman and the smiling men on the right hand. Of course I don't mean any kind of judgement about the muslim culture, which i don't know well enough, and this snapshot is the fruit of chance. I think, though, that what i was lucky to get is a sort of natural metaphor, and that's why i like this photo so much.
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
There has to be some kind of metaphor here but I’m just going to let you enjoy the picture.
Along the Bankhead Trail in Monte Sano State Park, Huntsville, Alabama.
Nikon D7200 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR
200mm
F8@1/25
ISO 1,600
Polarizer
DOL_4076.JPG
©Don Brown 2022
René Augesen as Helen Denny and Anthony Fusco as Oliver Denny in Dead Metaphor, playing February 28–March 24, 2013, at A.C.T.’s Geary Theater. Photo by Kevin Berne.
This is a metaphor for removing what was once a part of me .. in this case smoking (yes i am still sans le smoking) for such a small thing it was quite a big part of my life ... amazing how much time is taken having a fag !
ODC ~ Film noir style
Metaphor for our last rescue, who is gently seeing the end of the tunnel, starting to feel better and getting healthier...