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The racing gods felt compelled to make todays racing test day at VIR at best difficult with lightning strike delays and tornado warnings. To get even with them, I have posted a pirated copy of the color perception test composed of raindrops striking the blue/gray tarp on my bright orange racecar. If you got the hidden number you passed the test.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception. ― Aldous Huxley
Eiffel Tower, Paris, France
"What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man."
Robert Green Ingersoll
The Perceptions series are manually edited photos. For this particular piece I layered paint on the photographic print, burned a hole through the print, singed nylon tights (for the stretched skin look), and placed a section of a very old American flag (found in an abandoned building) beneath the surface.
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from sunday. whoops—getting things a bit out of order!
today's going better, mostly because i've temporarily set aside the first—and most difficult—chapter of the book i'm translating. the overall need for a good mood and thus motivation trumped getting the hardest part out of the way first.
nyeh nyeh. also, i've been listening to veronica maggio a lot lately. like constantly on loop a lot. can't understand around 99% of what she's singing, but that doesn't stop me from liking it.
Street portrait. Ximending, Taipei, Taiwan, Jan. 2014
Copyright © Ioannis Lelakis. All rights reserved.
au lieu de meditation - fall in sleep,
reality, event of daily fret exhausting
mind, despite refreshing Time of all
illusions as former subject shifted into
darkness & in Mind embracing
weight of gravity invoked by singing Bird
in distant Forest, surviving snow & fallen
frost instead refreshing warmth & light,
from printed travel catalog & charm
as bliss of ticket visit paradise, et-cetera,
defined by syntax of hyperbola,
alliterations, linguistic luster to induce
means-sounds, deepest feel of heat from
intermezzo, as blanket covering orchestral
drums of strings trough pause & brightness
of racing fugues construing dreams, & fully
reconstructing mean-content of every single
frame, & images by notes presumed as Opera,
but in reality - composing mythological
cascade exciting deeply seated vibes
& visions reverberated in vertebrae,
& tearing over-working eyes, & skin as
memory of frosted bites of Winds beneath
tactile receptors, around frontal lobes
squished in manner a-la beret, exactly tight
denoting Galea aponeurotica domain,
ascending & cascading by whispered
overtures, librettos signed by Donizetti's
hand & slide of curtain, & stream of
thunder bolts ignited by First Concerto ,
among temptation to join illusions of
of Eighteenth Century, or Summer
Garden before sunset. Alas.
The physics of theatrical affection mixed
with nonsense-dream - traditional conflict
& never be resolved by any of nocturne
phantoms of morphing sound & humongous
depth of Grande royale, with influx
by emotional express along duality off
Time-&-Space transcended journey...
Consider sum mistaken artifacts as
painting by invisible pigment on cortical
activity - habitual effect production
during rest, been equal to apical aspect
delineating conscious existence of
deepest structures of the brain,
by echoing accords from long existed
Opera to your perception, et-cetera,
from sensual conflict between
space-boundary of scripted partytura,
its rhythms, symbols, pitches - sketch to
replicate entire Universe from bare print,
or simply mediate desired instrument's
claviature (by fingers!) revives graphism
of every Key to utterly convey Ideals,
or - singularity linguistic means through
Alter ego, while Human's brain
securing past & its mnemonic chain
revitalizing sense & shaping source
of own will, intrinsically will powered
to revive reflections scattered by
memento, crux of incidents, & words,
& scenes, & shadows dispersing
uniformly as Time dissolved in past,
but causing active and plasticity relay
distinctive marks stored by neuron(s),
as posted date from old postcard -
Almighty dedicated gift to us, enjoy,
as scientific matrix for Homo
Sapience, Almighty's grant,
enjoy this matrix upon blizzard, &
snow, Almighty's gift & sense of
fact manipulating sum of sensory
aspects from April, August's turning
ticking clocks as fragmentation and
essence of floral pollen, dust, feathers
and flock of memories of folios in
tangible grotesque ignoring frame
of references paralleled with pain &
pirouettes of Light projected & sharp
defining fractured dreams, attempts
sustaining entropy & Times re-counting
forgotten letters without stamps
to sent to nest of birds from every
Sunrise in trenches shelled by
clouds of shrapneling blasts, within
brutality attacks at battle-field
of dawn, as charts from Books, or
picturesque booklet in sharp touché
far from above its foggy distance
leveled by lumen-less horizon -
chaotic line adjoined by fallen bodies
of dying soldiers, & ricocheting sound
to capital from shady bridges walking
steps to Opera, & Odeon, & cozy
Comédie-Française defined by prose
unfinished by certain writer, French
by name, by utter chronicle recording
dim & faint collapsing fragrances
as spectral paint depicted
sounds, bells, & fly of pigeons at
Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés,
sum fading colors, days & nights
suspended in refuge of frost &
blaze of sealed & tightened space,
in his Paris, its suffering refuge
& naked reality before his eyes,
all veiled by allergy's of iron clad
from every paroxysmal breath
in siege of windows clogged & doors
against attack by pollen: as if acacia,
jasmine, lilacs erupted not a bliss &
calm, but waves of burning harm
to suffocate & causing tremor,
& flickering accords by vocal cords
projecting images of mind to
palpitation of inquest in pages
analyzing love by convoluted
manuscripts, as if vocabulary
permeated floral warmth,
or substance of perfumes,
or causes, reflecting essence of
streaming Life, by scripting
memories, artistic search
elaborating prose by prosody
of fluid Time...
Going to upload a couple of experimental shots. Nothing wild, just messing with POV and perception. This is the viaduct at Croy near Inverness.
London Heathrow Airport --> Quick stop in England before I head to Greece...you in for the adventure?
It's been a year since my Greek vacation! Probably going to repost some of my faves from my trip to reminisce : ) I found this one in the archives and apparently never got around to posting it.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
- Aldous Huxley
As I said in my previous upload, I'm revisiting the 1000+ pictures from my summer trip to Europe.
It's not Vintage Week again but some of these pictures were just asking for it!
Lucerne, Switzerland
This photo is a picture of Angels making there judgement over anyone and everyone. I got this idea on the way home today as the sky looked like the clouds where opening light to heaven so I decided to get my camera out and snap the sky. And then jumped onto photoshop and let my imagination run wild.
Same day, same flowers just a different focus. Thankful for the joy of a beautiful spring day, of seeing the light of the sun on the flowers and the green grass, to see the ripples from the wind on the water and to feel the warmth. Thankful for this gift of a camera that we can capture these moments and share with our friends.
"Où s'achève la réalité et où débute donc l'imaginaire? A cela personne ne le sait réellement, car rien n'est absolu, tout n'est que pure... perception!"
Cit. Muriel M. Photography
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“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” – Aldous Huxley
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.
Luigi Pirandello
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sculpture shot at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
for Poetography theme - choose your own word - PERCEPTION
"Cracked Perception" - 19/31
Are you afraid sometimes, that what you see might not be "reality"? Is there one reality after all? 'Cause we all see/feel/hear/smell the world with our unique senses.
This was a spontaneous experiment, but I like it.
Also I wanted to take a close up of my eye a long time ago, so here it is. What's your interpretation?