View allAll Photos Tagged perception
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern"
"Si las puertas de la percepción se depurasen, todo aparecería a los hombres como realmente es, infinito. Pues el hombre se ha encerrado en sí mismo hasta ver todas las cosas a través de las estrechas rendijas de su caverna."
William Blake
NOTE and RESPECT the copyright ©. Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission.
NOTA: Por favor respetar los derechos de autor ©, no use esta imagen en páginas web , blogs, impresos u otros medios de comunicación sin mi permiso explícito.
To view complete project: Mindwash_Under the Threshold of Consciousness
Promotional Book | Type Promotional Book for Copy // Copy Cut // Copy Semi Grotesk
The basis of this project was to choose a typeface and design a poster, promotion book, type promotion book, and website to showcase and promote the chosen typeface. I chose the Copy Family: Copy // Copy Cut // Copy Semi Grotesk from the T26 Digital Type Foundtry.
Concept_Subject of Study:
Copy Semi Grotesk, the typeface designed by Thomas Mettendorf, is a mix between a slab serif, serif, and monotype typeface categories. Copy Semi Grotesk is a typeface that stands on its own, in a unique category between the slab serif, serif, and monotype; in short, Copy Semi Grotesk represents a sense of duality which is how it relates to the subject of subliminal perception. Subliminal perception occurs when you are not consciously aware of receiving information, or learning, yet the information is still stored in your mind; it reaches the individual on a subconscious level but affects one on a conscious level, thereby adding to that layer of duality. Since Copy Cut, with its angular cuts, is about breaking away from the ordinary shapes and basic design, so too is the concept of this book: to break through the meaning of these subliminal messages and realizing the underlying true content.
Final size of book: 7" x 10" | Printed on Brilliant Supreme Matte paper
Poster size: 24" x 36" | Printed on Brilliant Supreme Matte paper
He wakes up; before, or maybe after midday. It's time to raise the dusty sipario on the peripheric avenue.
Interior shot: male studio-bedroom; demode' stiled flat, kind of student house (but he doesn't follow any course. He is a natural born talent).
The uncontrollable disorder of the early years, of the first flats, came slowly under control; surprising... only a pizza order left its pencil signs on the desk.
Flashback: VHS monday on the couch; old school trash italian comedy, sounds of sleepy laughters.
There he stays, lethargic.. Apart from his motherland's hicky movida...
He's no more used.. So long, so far away...
By the way, it's difficult to imagine him in the everyday life, like sweeping the pavement, doing the bed...
A star like him... with his incomprensible aesthetic impact...
How did he start to look like that, nobody knows; he just seems a far relative, a very far one. So impassible, like waterproofed...
Maybe because he was so faraway, so long.. That he even forgot the names of the streets...
Now the bizarre visitors don't pass by so often... Just a few friends are allowed to the backstage. No prive' parties anymore...
Zoom on the faded pictures hanging on the bed, sticked at the wall, close to the desk: hundreds of dancing heads in front of a consolle, some girls with fluo eyes and socks, smiling profile of a spotted bull terrier, blurred face of a guy, with confused hairs and a vague expression; some robotic installations in a dept.
But it's a rule: who climbs up success, remains always a bit isolated...
Everyday he watches the common peolple hurring in the supermarket; his fans wolud pay every price for a stolen imitation of his charm... But he just stays cool and indifferent, so escaping while observing, that sometimes you might want to catch him, and stop him, and force him to look a bit more "normal".. for what this could mean..
Who knows if he's aware, about the judgements that gravitate around his head...
he seems not to care that much.. He seems used to something else. Maybe because he has been far away, so much time, he always looks like distract. Who knows, what kind of eclectic thoughts are occupying his VIP mind, while he turns and returns his masterpieces in the hands...
An artist with his numbers, can just surround to the radicality of his inspiration...
He still hesitates, can't define himself as an "artist"... But it's an irreversible process by now...
The happening of representability leads his whole perception, it' s his only interpretation rule.
The common mortals, with the eyes open wide against his creatures, almost fear the sudden revelation of their mutant character.
Videoframe: his half-lenght is very close to the bathroom's mirror; he's inserting a considerable metal ring in the frenulum under his upper lip. Some blood flows on his tooth.
....Because it's so impressive all this art... It' s a complete revolution...
Maybe because he has been living so far away, so long...
Maybe because he chose to follow with his own hand the changing trail of the imagine of the world,
that left a track in each single wonderful creation of those, that takes the breath away...
To tell about the bursting of the art into the quite human existance, that generates this marvellous hybrid genetics, is maybe a delicate process, as we see, even if it happens in the neighbours of Japigia Allee.
2 the guy that left his post on me forever
(2004)
The Place Nightmares Are Made Of
Sometimes life seems similar to a paint bucket minus the lid, being so sensitive to any movement around it, and though I may not have completely learned how to take full control of my own, sometimes having a couple of bumps and spills, I know that I am still doing something right, I mean, I must be. See, every time I look at where I left off, all I can say is "right on," because I write off the bad right off the bat. I keep the good memories for bad moments, and sometimes even these bad moments can create good memories of their own. See, life is a hectic and jumbled mess of shit and shining silver. Becoming sad in moments is great though, it shows you're still very much alive and capable of human emotion and compassion, not only that, but more often than not, there is something to be learned from it. Kind of like when you leave your car under the wrong tree in summer, while birds nest above for hours.
The sad sight of these post-apocalyptic scenes is, at times not far off from such similar a thought. I find beauty in these sad and desolate locations, while a lot of people may find them rather unsightly, I look past the cracking faces to see beauty within them. We must find a certain charm within this great sadness to truly be able to find full allure and happiness through the entire world surrounding us. The forgotten are a unique collection, each one being different than the last, thus how we are as people. Everything might look devastatingly broken before your eyes, but picture the good times, wonderful memories and history. Remember that not everything around you is broken like this, and if you learn to find beauty in this destruction, it will be so much easier to find beauty and happiness outside of it.
People previously contained within these particular walls had not been given the same gift that you and I have; the gift of free will to roam our Earth. As we enter a small town nearly 2 hours from Atlanta, we find ourselves amidst silent destruction, sat centered atop a hill within a desolate Southern town. The sweltering heat made it a sweaty chore climbing the hill headed up to the sanitarium, but at least this time we had some decently fresh water accompanying us in our backpacks. The fact that such a large structure had been left behind to collapse under the Georgia heat was alone an odd sight, but yet stranger, how incredibly quiet the town surrounding it sat. The only sounds filling the air were the slow dragging of our feet along the dusty ground of cracking sidewalks and the constant buzz of cicadas echoing from an overgrown path leading directly to the woods, where a road had previously sat.
Doors fitted with rotating and locking food trays lined multiple hallways. These same doors had previously been containment for the most insane of patients, while still providing a grated hole near their top so that doctors could observe all actions and behaviors. This is the place nightmares are made of.
While most of this empty building lays in ruination through peeling paint, rusted doors and barred windows, a separate side, practically an alternate version of time itself remains sat at its top floors. In this alternate version of time, walls have begun to fall in, while the ceiling overhead resembles a naturally created sunroof, minus the glass, spanning entire lengths of numerous hallways and rooms, inviting the sun above to shine brightly inside. Many windows have abandoned their rusted bars, tossing most of them to a floor now covered in crusted ceiling and overgrowth, while trees push through sinks, vines find their way towards the holy ceiling and gardens reside vibrantly coating fractured porcelain bathtubs. As I observe life all around me reaching in through windows with a bright emerald glow, I realize something…this silence alone could drive one insane. Has it always been this quiet? Has the neighborhood always been so void of any other life, and were people subject to sit here, feeling completely alone? Since these dark days, this type of treatment and practice has been mainly phased out, but one can only wonder what it must have been like inside a madhouse such as this.
Now an odd jungle of destruction, the building will slowly deteriorate, years from now becoming nothing more than ruins. Sometimes I wonder though, am I truly part of this perceived reality, or am I stuck inside a room, picturing life in some altered frames of my unconscious mind? Any one of us could be so insane that we will never know it…perception is a strange thought.
"Watch out. The gap in the door... it's a separate reality. The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?" - Silent Hills
www.facebook.com/UrbanExplorationUS
www.kickstarter.com/projects/1435240764/from-ohio-to-oreg...
Photo Taken in Beaverton, ON - April 2021 (I love you Dad)
It was easier to get mad at him than it was to understand him. My dad was a tree with love and life running through each branch and for me, I had a leaf on that tree. It may have been a single leaf but it was mine, my own small piece of him. You see, also running through each branch was the reasons for why my dad was the man he was. You couldn’t see the reasons because as the tree grew the bark grew with it and that bark was thick, impenetrable and it covered the scars that my dad carried with him each and every day of his life. He never really talked a lot about it and no one ever really understood his reasons and it was just easier to get upset with him than it was to stop and question “why am I really getting upset”? I am sure that he realized the upset but he was trapped within that tree. He could hear the upset, see the upset and without a doubt he could feel the upset, but there he was stuck within that tree. Through it all though I hung onto that one leaf. I watched that leaf shine in the sun, drip in the rain, blow through the storms and dazzle with such beautiful colours in the fall. That leaf never fell to the ground and I hung on to it knowing that this leaf, this one small part of such a huge tree was mine. The rain and storms and the cold winter always gave way to the warmth of the sun and beauty of the fall. The tree that was my dad was anchored by all that was good, all that was love but some of the roots injected into him all that he struggled with. I do not blame my dad for allowing his tree to sway or to allow for branches to fall off because I knew he was powerless and I eventually understood. It took me awhile but I understood because like some of the roots on his tree, I inherited the same struggles. Nobody really seems to want to listen but he did as I listened to him. He understood first hand what I was telling him because he lived it his entire life. For me, the last 6 years I’ve been to many people hoping someone would listen, someone would understand or that someone would help but I always came back to him. “Why Dad” I would begin to ask and he never had an answer but he always provided an understanding. “Why does it feel like the world is always ending, my heart racing, what happened to me”, I would ask and again, never a definite answer, just words of understanding. “Why do I sit in a chair all day Dad and I feel paralyzed to move even though I know what I’m doing is wrong and I’m hurting others”, he would look at me from his car and I knew he understood. He understood because he is the tree and these are all his branches. It didn’t make Christmas’ easier and it didn’t make holding his hand easier because the branches on my dads tree were long now and showing signs of all the years and all that they have endured - but, he understood and I understood. I had a leaf on my dad’s tree, a single leaf but to me it was bigger than the tree itself because it was my leaf, my piece of my dad and I loved that leaf. I watched helplessly as that one leaf, my leaf fell to the ground and I wasn’t there to catch it. I should have been there to catch it and I let it fall. Gone now is that leaf, never to return again, never to extend that hand and tell me he loves me. What I would give to have that leaf back, just to see it shine again because that leaf had more love in it than I really ever knew until now, because it is gone. I don’t know what more to say, the pain right now is felt by many who had leafs on that tree. Some had many leafs, some had bigger leafs and I am sorry that these leafs are also gone - we all have lost a piece of something beautiful. I am so sorry Dad
All images taken by Open Focuz Photography are copyright protected. The copyright is owned by Open Focuz Photography and images, or derivative works, produced by Open Focuz Photography may not be used, displayed, copied, published, distributed or sold, personally or commercial for any reason, without written permission of the owner. All images on this website are (c) Open Focuz Photography.
If you are interested in using any image(s) for promotional and editorial purposes (e.g. websites, blogs, brochures, mailers, business cards, etc.) or for use in advertisements, merchandise for resale, packaging, and other products, please contact us through email at jetaugie52@outlook.com
Although it looks like a swamp in this shot, it is actually Deep Fork River flood water at the Wildlife Refuge. kayak.oklahomaroadtrips.com.
Best Viewed On Black and Large
The Journey into the maximum aperture...
A prime lens, a maximum aperture of F1.2...the 85mm f1.2L mark 1 is truly a remarkable lens. I had a chance to borrow this lens from a friend and was astonished by its depth of field, clarity and colors.
This is my journey into the world of maximum aperture. All shots are taken from f2 to f1.2 mostly at f1.2 with iso50.
Thanks for viewing.
Perception does not always equal reality. At first glance, the reality of this image is unseen. You have to look deeper to understand it is a muddy reflection in a puddle. I have always been fascinated with this idea of tricking the mind. The way we perceive something is not always the way it is... in art, and in life.
If You Like Rate It Here: (www.DigitalMediaFest.com/entry_detail.asp?EntryID=162)
Also, like me! www.facebook.com/melaniecasciophotography/
Remote Participation Moderator
Libraries are agents for development, giving communities access to information in order to support education, health, economic security and development. Taking, as its starting point, recent research which looks at user perceptions of the benefits of public access to technology in libraries, and the opportunities public libraries offer for policymakers to meet development goals, this workshop will explore a number of questions around the theme of public access in the community. What policies are needed to ensure that public access is facilitated? What partnerships need to be made with the private sector to help bring technology into the community?
Day 4
16 May 2013
ITU/ Claudio Montesano Casillas
One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
I'm no movie producer, but this is a sample of what you can do with a modern DSLR in video mode.
Equipement used:
Canon 70D
Canon EF-S 10-18mm F/4.5-5.6 IS STM
Canon EF 70-300mm F/4-5.6 IS USM
AKG Perception 120
M-Audio M-Track Interface
Creaky Targus $20 tripod.
Edited with Audacity and Sony Movie Studio Platinum 13.0
Note: The audio was sampled after filming. If I didn't do this, you would hear the 70-300mm lens focusing all the time.
copyright, 2012, Ferran Cubedo.
SALE OF PRINTED ARTS > : society6.com/ferrancubedo/Perception-Nature_Framed-Print#...
One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
~ Dorothea Lange
Mesh skull necklaces available at the *Perception* Booth at the Unhinged festival.
Mod/Transfer permissions.
___
COAST SALISH TERRITORIES (Vancouver) – The Second Annual Vancouver Indigenous Media Arts Festival (VIMAF) will be showcasing the best of cutting-edge Indigitized artists and their works November 8-11 at a handful of venues on Coast Salish Territories. VIMAF brings together special guests from across Turtle Island, including Alanis Obomsawin, who will be presented with VIMAF’s Lifetime Achievement Award. She will be joined by directors and producers from Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto, Winnipeg and BC. Their works will be shown at the West Coast’s only Native media arts festival, including a variety of mediums such as short films, music videos, documentaries, video art, animation, feature length films, interactive media, video projection, and broadcasting.
Programming at the weekend festival will celebrate a number of trailblazing artists from around Turtle Island with Gala and Conference events, interactive installations, National Film Board (NFB) feature film premieres, and evening musical programs, all meshing traditional and contemporary experiences of Indigenous Peoples. A number of prominent featured installations and films will be making their west coast debut at VIMAF, including NFB/imagineNATIVE partnership De Nort, an online interactive journey and onsite installation from the Winnipeg/Montreal ITWĒ Collective exploring life and experiences on a northern Manitoba reserve and how through forced reservation traditional memories and knowledge are being replaced.
“Presenting web-based work alongside radio, television,and cinema really show the multi-platform storytelling strategies being used to tell our stories,” said Ronnie Harris, member, VIMAF Coordinating Committee. “Using digital tools is a popular strategies for Indigenous storytellers on the West Coast.”
NFB Film premieres include Director Alanis Obomsawin’s The People of the Kattawapiskak River, returning Residential School lens We Were Children, West Coast Smokin’Fish, Every Emotion Costs, and others. VIMAF and W2 Community Media Arts Society resident media artist, Bracken Hanuse Corlett (Wuikinuxv-Klahoose), will also be projecting, Wuulhu – To Fuse Together, a series of digital installations throughout Festival home venue, W2, for the weekend. Musical offerings fuse traditional sounds with cutting edge electronic-influenced sets provided by the East Coasts’ A Tribe Called Red who are playing at Fortune Sound Club, and locals Skookum Sound System, as well as DJ’s Annashay, Vancouver DMC Finalist DJ Krisp playing VIMAF’s Indigenous Afterdark: Around The Sun.
The 2012 Festival will be headquartered at W2, with other events taking place at SFU Woodward’s Cinema, National Film Board – Pacific Region, and Fortune Sound Club. “Anchoring the Festival in Vancouver’s original settlement is fitting,” says Harris, “we are using the Woodward’s media hub which is made up of W2, SFU and the NFB, to bring a focal point for understanding what is Indigenous culture today in the centre of the city.”
VIMAF is a media arts organization founded in 2011 to re-affirm the presence of Indigenous digital production in Coast Salish Territory. VIMAF holds space for Indigenous media artists to show their works in an environment that fosters cultural discourse, critical awareness and interactivity through the independent production, stimulation, examination and illumination of Indigenous socio-political histories and current realities.
VIMAF gratefully acknowledges the support of W2 Community Media Arts Society, First People’s Cultural Council, Hastings Crossing BIA, National Film Board – Interactive Studio, and a dozen Indigenous organizations.
** Photos by W2 chew who passed around my camera.
VIMAF presents: The Skookum Sound System and RPM.fm One Year Celebration
A Tribe Called Red (special guest spot!) | Skookum Sound System | DJ Krisp | Mob Bounce | DJ Annashay
Edge of Perception
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience deceptive, judgement difficult.
Emigre in Autumn
Walking down the garden path
From the house you do not own,
Once again you think of how
Cool the autumns were at home.
Dressed as if you had just left
The courtyard of the summer palace,
Walk the boundaries of the park,
Count the steps you take each day -
Miles that span no distances,
Journeys in sunlight toward the dark.
Sit and watch the daylight play
Idly on the tops of leaves
Glistening overhead in autumn's
Absolute dominion.
Nothing lost by you excels
These empires of sunlight.
But even here the subtle breeze
Plots with underlying shadows.
One gust of wind and suddenly
The sun is falling from the trees.
Dana Gioia
Mamiya RB67 50mm Lens
Fujichrome 400 x processed
C-Prints scanned
all copyrights reserved ©2008 Art Hutchins ~ Art's Eye photographic©.http://artseyephotographic.zenfolio.com/
Was shooting a gym today and took a couple of minutes to play with the depth of field and perception of these free weights
___
COAST SALISH TERRITORIES (Vancouver) – The Second Annual Vancouver Indigenous Media Arts Festival (VIMAF) will be showcasing the best of cutting-edge Indigitized artists and their works November 8-11 at a handful of venues on Coast Salish Territories. VIMAF brings together special guests from across Turtle Island, including Alanis Obomsawin, who will be presented with VIMAF’s Lifetime Achievement Award. She will be joined by directors and producers from Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto, Winnipeg and BC. Their works will be shown at the West Coast’s only Native media arts festival, including a variety of mediums such as short films, music videos, documentaries, video art, animation, feature length films, interactive media, video projection, and broadcasting.
Programming at the weekend festival will celebrate a number of trailblazing artists from around Turtle Island with Gala and Conference events, interactive installations, National Film Board (NFB) feature film premieres, and evening musical programs, all meshing traditional and contemporary experiences of Indigenous Peoples. A number of prominent featured installations and films will be making their west coast debut at VIMAF, including NFB/imagineNATIVE partnership De Nort, an online interactive journey and onsite installation from the Winnipeg/Montreal ITWĒ Collective exploring life and experiences on a northern Manitoba reserve and how through forced reservation traditional memories and knowledge are being replaced.
“Presenting web-based work alongside radio, television,and cinema really show the multi-platform storytelling strategies being used to tell our stories,” said Ronnie Harris, member, VIMAF Coordinating Committee. “Using digital tools is a popular strategies for Indigenous storytellers on the West Coast.”
NFB Film premieres include Director Alanis Obomsawin’s The People of the Kattawapiskak River, returning Residential School lens We Were Children, West Coast Smokin’Fish, Every Emotion Costs, and others. VIMAF and W2 Community Media Arts Society resident media artist, Bracken Hanuse Corlett (Wuikinuxv-Klahoose), will also be projecting, Wuulhu – To Fuse Together, a series of digital installations throughout Festival home venue, W2, for the weekend. Musical offerings fuse traditional sounds with cutting edge electronic-influenced sets provided by the East Coasts’ A Tribe Called Red who are playing at Fortune Sound Club, and locals Skookum Sound System, as well as DJ’s Annashay, Vancouver DMC Finalist DJ Krisp playing VIMAF’s Indigenous Afterdark: Around The Sun.
The 2012 Festival will be headquartered at W2, with other events taking place at SFU Woodward’s Cinema, National Film Board – Pacific Region, and Fortune Sound Club. “Anchoring the Festival in Vancouver’s original settlement is fitting,” says Harris, “we are using the Woodward’s media hub which is made up of W2, SFU and the NFB, to bring a focal point for understanding what is Indigenous culture today in the centre of the city.”
VIMAF is a media arts organization founded in 2011 to re-affirm the presence of Indigenous digital production in Coast Salish Territory. VIMAF holds space for Indigenous media artists to show their works in an environment that fosters cultural discourse, critical awareness and interactivity through the independent production, stimulation, examination and illumination of Indigenous socio-political histories and current realities.
VIMAF gratefully acknowledges the support of W2 Community Media Arts Society, First People’s Cultural Council, Hastings Crossing BIA, National Film Board – Interactive Studio, and a dozen Indigenous organizations.
** Photos by W2 chew who passed around my camera.
VIMAF presents: The Skookum Sound System and RPM.fm One Year Celebration
A Tribe Called Red (special guest spot!) | Skookum Sound System | DJ Krisp | Mob Bounce | DJ Annashay
Created for Down Under Challenge # 180.
We hold these perceptions to be self evident, that not all that fly are created equal......
In this exceptional amalgamation of photography, ai, and painting, Duncan Rawlinson's work claims the spotlight. Strikingly rich hues pirouette across the intricate representation of an eye, composing a vibrant symphony that rivets the observer. Each precise brush stroke, imbued with influences from both photorealism and hyperrealism, crafts an enthralling fusion of styles. The piece stands as a testament to the power of creative vision, striking a perfect balance between art and the human gaze, enticing viewers into a realm that resonates with personal depth and universal appeal. Ultimately, this creation by Rawlinson isn't merely an image of an eye—it serves as a portal into the artist's soul.
Perception is a first-person narrative horror adventure featuring a young, blind woman who depends on her razor-sharp hearing to solve an ancient mystery and survive the forces that pursue her.
More PlayStation screenshots, trailers and trophies and everything for PS3, PS Vita and PS4: www.psmania.net/
Join us on Facebook: www.facebook.com/psmania.net/
Follow us on Twitter: twitter.com/TeamPSM