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This picture is sentimental to me because I felt very empowered after climbing the dome. I was not familiar with the dome before I came to Florence and it was still such a striking structure. To me this photo represents me reflecting on my first impressions here in Italy. I feel happy and I feel inspired to create.
I've been thinking about a lot of things this week (other than what I need to get on track of right now). I believe I've finally figured out who I am, well at this point in time. I'm not what many people perceive me as. MISTAKES DO NOT DEFINE PEOPLE.
Haven’t talked about anything new in a crazy way in kinda a while like nothing out of the blue blow me ot the water type beat like haven’t talked abt nothing mind boggling and fresh in a minute hm but the grass ain’t always green I guess plus if everything is a trade off I’d say other stuff is pretty darn good rn so I gues boring conversation and the asshole public is just the way it be . In Thailand talking to a plethora of backpackers they all like “where u from. Why r u in Thailand? For how long u staying? When did u get here? How long u been in this city? Then what? Why? Have h been here before? Other Asian countries before?” I mean tbh who wanna talk abt that cuz obv already everyone says the same thing . Gives me more respect for Micah the hitchhiker I chilled with for a week in highschool) He was no traveller, he was In Search For America. (New York to Frisco and back) Ya frick ppl who do stuff and talk abt it in a way like why i like when ppl nerd out and talk abt the specifics and their thoughts on it and stuff. The base is already implied so we don’t need to talk abt it. Anyways Thailand is the best place ever it’s perfect and sparkly and perfect everything it’s kinda the peak of humanity . The ideal way to life. Just since time does go forward tho they need to recycle Fr, theres so much trash on every beach and nook and cranny and so much plastic bags used for everything all the time like yo chill dawg . Mmmm Thai food mmmmm bugs mmmm the beach and monkeys and fruit and a big ol meal for 2$ drink included mmm yum ah wow la la la nuns are strange I’m glad I don’t live that playthrough of life Fr . Girls r fucked up people and now I’m scared even more than I already was. Like a true horror within fr. Like in the same spot as acid ptsd genuine fear. Like not active on the surface but u know it’s within and it’s active in ur subconscious more than you’d wish. Weird. What ever happened to morals and self discipline to stick to those morals and self reflection and stuff like damn and respect for others and yourself like damn. I love Thailand it’s so awesome even if travelers are boring af it’s okay . I also saw someone like Caleb T Maxwell I kinda regret not talking to him but after 5 soul sucking convos it ain’t easy to approach someone else . I’ll just imagine he said something new and what’s the word authentic yeah heh. imagine . 8:00 am rn on the dot wow. Three hours spent doing what?????????? Nothing !!! That’s chill. I like doing nothing sometimes . I don’t miss instagram or Flickr or my data or watching Snapchat stories . I’m fact it made me learn myself the cliche thing ppl used to always say like “don’t compare yourself to othera and that’s what social media does and it’s bad” and I was like nah it’s chill but like nah it ain’t chill no more so I’m glad I noticed that like tbh I don’t wanna know what new ski tricks and weird aesthetic y2k ski clips in fleece hats are being recorded rn . Can’t wait to have 5 friends and my truck and go to work and just chill. Kerouac : “cliches are truisms and truism are true.” Very true. Like. Ya. Like all of em. My Thai name is Gla Pao, meaning Basil Leaf. “You stir fry it with sweet chili’s and it tastes good” . So that’s pretty sick. Thai is such a good language , all the noises are so natural . Too bad I left my camera at the airport cuz I wanna post my sick videos of caterpillar smashing on here
I took two people I had never really hung out with before and went on a trip with them. It's a great way to get to know people. My picture is on the left, Dan Prior's is in the middle, and Jayna Holehouse's is on the right.
Participating Artists: Max McKerlie, Claire McNamara, Ava Workman, Emily Culbert and Riley Metcalfe
September 12-26, 2019
Opening Reception: Thursday, September 12 from 5-7pm
You used to be different. You used to be. You have lived in moments and silence and noise and change. You Used To Be A Spaceship. Five artists come together to compare and contrast the intricacies of self-reflection as they ask themselves (and you) what you've learned, how you got here, and what exactly you think you're doing?
Through the use of painting, illustration, and sculpture, the focus is on the definition of self, and the intimacy of specific details which play with the dichotomy of what is alien and what it shared. Your experiences have shaped you, and while they can't be shared completely perhaps there is common ground to walk on.
Artlab Gallery
John Labatt Visual Arts Centre
Department of Visual Arts
Western University
© 2019; Department of Visual Arts; Western University
London, ON
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I got rid of most of my hair, and there is a patch of shorter hair, so I'm gonna have to wear this ol' toque for a while.
This project is part of the Ars Electronica Garden Espoo / Helsinki.
The project highlights the use of autoethnographic narrative as tool for artistic and design research. It brings together self-reflections from three scientists who participated in an art and science collaboration dealing with the use of bio-cellulose for art and design purposes. Through their stories we learn about what inspired them to follow careers in science and how the making of a contribution to sustainability and the good of humankind sustains their work objectives.
For further information please visit:
ars.electronica.art/keplersgardens/chronicles-of-collabor...
Credit: Gautam Vishwanath
Artwork by Jonathan Ryan (Bombstract) at Otherworld Ohio near Columbus, Ohio. See otherworldohio.com/
This is the house where we stayed in Reykjavik during the photo marathon reflected in the window of the nursery opposite. So if any fellow marathoners are viewing this, there are four of you in this image see if you can spot yourself. And especially for you Anna, a double self!
Version 1...this is a portrait extended from Self...I sat behix tinted glass yesterday and saw my shadowed reflection which inspired this piece. I had intentions of moving it to NPTR (to get it to appear as I saw it)...but I found that I liked this version too...so I am posted...
iPhone/finger/sketchbook mobile/metro and a momentary reflection (you may notice the hair is different...:-))
Supermarket Sweep.
I was going to post a different photograph for today, but I didn't like it. Decided to try and make a dent in the photographs from Spain, got quite a fair few I'm happy with completed, which is good. I think this is actually my first 1x1 crop.
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015 of 366 in 365 More (-351)
381 of 365 in 365 Days (+16)
Since only one light rail line exists in the Twin Cities -- Mall of America through MSP airport to downtown Minneapolis -- we had to drive to a Park & Ride lot. (Okay, we could have taken the bus to a train station.) We avoid the parking cost near the stadium and patronize the light rail, even though THEY DID NOT BUILD a Saint Paul line CONCURRENTLY, which stinks -- that is still years away, and they're still wrangling about a lot of details and fairness issues.
The capital city of Minnesota still has no rail link to the airport, and Minneapolis has a very direct one, so where do you think more business goes??
Fort Snelling station, Hiawatha Line light rail, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Funny -- I geo-tagged this, but Yahoo! Maps satellite images are so old in this area that the light rail line does not exist yet. The track bed is not even cleared for construction yet. The image is 4-5 years old (as of 9 Nov. 2007).
I remember!
There's a sense of remembrance
Of who I am!
A knowing in my soul that gives me strength
And I smile, for there's a warmth and sense of familiarity
My Soul!
The peace in my soul is coming back
The calling that's within me
Of my spirit
My Guide
The Guardian Angel that is sent to look after me!
The seasons have started to change
Autumn and winter sets in
Night times cool
Note: This photo was taken when I saw this window display when I was on my way home. Even myself reflection was there..
Peter Bartlett (self-portrait - 2014)
Bellbrook, Ohio
see more at: photography.designmotion.net/blog
“Because I didn’t know where else to get in contact with my ancestry, I decided to use mystical experiences. There was a need to experience a spiritual path that led me to unexpected responses, and made me aware that our ancestors dwell in us. A search that resulted in a very emotional closeness to my father, who already had a 20-year relationship with the doctrine of Santo Daime.” Religare by Rafael Adorján (@radorjan) (2/5)
Look closely at the steel leaves on the Self-reflection Mirror and you may discover some interesting and descriptive words. Legend has it, whichever characteristic you see first is what you truly are. Beware - they’re not all good.
• Adjectives hidden in leaves
• Antique copper finish
• 18” h X 28” w
lost in search engines competition is like to be alone in the island. you are not just stopped, but through away.
so, where are you now... where will you go... what should you do...
completely lost of direction.
pake helm pake jaket bukannya ngebut di jalan raya, eh.. malah di pantai.
keindahan ada didepan, eh..malah melihat ke belakang
bukannya bawa pancing, eh.. malah cuma ranting
model: rama @seragan lost world, bali, indonesia
acrylic, collage and graphite on paper 10"w x 13"h
A few years ago, while fighting a bad head-cold, I took Benedryl, hoping it would help me sleep. After a few nights, I had nightmares so bad that even when I got up out of bed to use the bathroom, the sight of my own reflection in the mirror as I passed scared me half to death.