Pigment Of Imagination
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Shot with my Olympus E-M1 in Giverny, France at an art studio I discovered tucked away behind the Hotel Baudy, just blocks from the Claude Monet gardens and home.
What I especially liked about this one of the series is that her whipping her hair to the side gives a real sense of panic.
"As far as color terms go, vermilion is a winner, reeking of exoticism and antiquity. As fine as this color feels tripping off the tongue, it’s even easier on the eyes. Vermilion refers to a specific shade of reddish-orange washed with ashy gray, reminiscent of an overripe beefsteak tomato. This is the pigment derived from cinnabar, which is both the natural ore of mercury and another word worth working into conversation whenever possible. ..."
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Dimanche dernier, je suis allé faire une marche avec Rio dans le parc à côté de chez moi. La lumière matinale était tellement belle. J'y suis retourné après la marche du chien.
Last Sunday, I went for a walk with Rio in the park next to my house. The morning light was so beautiful. I had to return after walking the dog.
This project entitled Pigment was created using 3 models, 2 female and 1 male model. With the female models, pigment powder was sprayed into their hair which they then whipped backwards, creating this 'swirl' of pigment, and using a black background the color really pops.
The background was created by covering the white wall with black crate paper. For lighting I used two speed-lights and a reflector to light everything.
A Cedar Waxwing had a great perch to look for flying insects! This is an immature Cedar, as it does not as yet have the red waxy tips. This is caused by a buildup of astaxanthin, an organic pigment that gives red fruits their color. The pigment comes from the berries that the Cedar Waxwings eat. Photo taken at Salmon Creek Regional Park.
The vibrant dancheong of the main temple, showcasing intricate paintings, vivid colors, and a striking dragon head detail.
Haedong Yonggungsa (해동용궁사, Hanja 海東龍宮寺) stands strikingly on the seaside cliffs of Gijang-gun (기장군), Busan (부산), making it one of the rare Korean Buddhist temples built along the coast. According to legend, the monk Naong Hyegeun (나옹 혜근, 1320–1376) dreamed that the Sea God of the East would bring rain if a temple were constructed atop Mount Bongnae (봉래산). In response, Bomun Temple (보문사) was established in 1376 but was later destroyed during the Imjin War of 1592. The site was revived in the 1930s by the monk Ungang (운강), who renamed it Haedong Yonggungsa. The temple complex, anchored by its Daeungjeon Main Hall (대웅전) completed in 2005, now venerates Haesu Gwaneum Daebul (해수관음대불), the Sea-Water Bodhisattva of Compassion.
A hallmark of Haedong Yonggungsa is its dancheong (단청)—the traditional Korean decorative painting applied to wooden structures using five symbolic colors (blue, red, white, black, and yellow), intended both to embellish and to shield from the elements and insects. Throughout the Daeungjeon, visitors can find numerous dragon-head carvings (용두, yongdu) adorning beam ends and roof eaves, their manes and scales highlighted with layers of mineral pigments and gilded accents.
Haedong Yonggungsa, Gijang-gun, Busan, South Korea
When using the male model, I blew the pigment powder towards his face, in a wave of color.
What I really thinks works about this photo is that the red color really halves his face.
A photograph eased into the quiet breath of oil paint, where rust softens into warm pigment and the truck’s battered frame settles like memory onto canvas. The blended tones move with the patience of a brush working wet‑on‑wet, as if the old hauler were being remembered rather than recorded. It stands in the hush of its own history, carrying the last light of the road it once knew.
The roseate spoonbill is a gregarious wading bird of the ibis and spoonbill family, Threskiornithidae. It is a resident breeder in both South and North America. The roseate spoonbill's pink color is diet-derived, consisting of the carotenoid pigment canthaxanthin, like the American flamingo.
This is a young adult. The head is mostly bare but still retains some feathers one the posterior portion of the head. The red patch on the dorsal portion of the wing is still patchy. It will be solid when the birds matures.
Vegetation among the saltpeter of the Laguna Rosa.
Torrevieja (Alicante/ Comunitat Valènciana/ Spain)
www.rtve.es/play/videos/espana-directo/laguna-rosa-torrev...
I thought this bird might be a hybrid between Canada Goose and some other species, maybe Greater White-fronted Goose, mainly due to the orange bill. But the reviewer for eBird said it is simply a Canada Goose lacking pigment. Live and learn.
This sighting was at the 68 Street Wetlands in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
pigments, acrylic medium, ink, one4all, fineliner
50x70cm fabriano pittura 400g/m2 paper
GROUPS AWARDS IN COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED
2016-06-17 23.13.33-2
Day 123/365
www.brandonhilder.com/pigment-percussion
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