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I had every intention of buying an Irish button for this theme, but with all the chaos on the news about COVID19 and all the bare shelves in the stores I would get sidetracked every time there and forget to get the button. So with a failure to want to go out again, I've made do with what I have on hand. Happy St. Patrick's Day.. Stay well my friends!
The photo was taken for the group: Crazy Tuesday
Theme: Buttons
(Self-preservation)
"...en una cajita,
que nunca llevo el corazón encima
por si me lo quitan..."
[Explore #254]
One of the key motivators of my work is preservation; The desire to create something of permanence in my life as a means of validation. Looking at history, it's clear that this notion of art as legacy is nothing new. Rulers across the centuries were compelled to create enduring monuments and commission works of art in order to immortalize themselves. Some succeeded, but most did not. As history continually reveals, there is little we can do to preserve ourselves. Our petty grasps at eternal life are no match for time. The digital mediums in which we now work will become obsolete, our records will decay, and our very existence will soon be subject to extinction. It's a scary fact that all we can really cling to is the moment at hand.
I collaborated on this piece with Chris. He had the idea to do a photo of me as a mummy and I mentioned the concept of self-preservation and we both went to work. He spent over two hours wrapping me, plus 3 trips back and forth to the store to buy more ace bandages because we kept running out. He also captured me at this very low angle, which I would not have been able to get on my own. I'm so lucky to have a nerdy artist friend who likes to do this with me in his spare time :)
or Jacobs Ladder..Polemonium!
quite the spring feature ...in my Garden, they formed a symbiosis or alliance with my Ferns and I think as selfpreservation against my Cats.the scent of the flower drives cats bonkers and like catnip they rolling around like mad.
here is more about the plant:
On reflection I wasn't 100% happy with the Conserved shoot so I decided to do a reshoot. This feels much more me and more in line with the concept.
Manchild Putin can’t expect the good people of the free world to keep taking it on the chin and turning the other cheek for ever -Putin is too proud to acknowledge he’s got it wrong and so he’s prepared to gamble the lives of 145M of Russians who would rather have sex than fight a losing war: MAKE LOVE NOT WAR is the only purpose of our life on this planet=
LOVE HELPS US MULTIPLY, PROSPER AND EVOLVE AS A SPECIES
WAR DIVIDE US, SETS US BACK AND CAUSE US TO PERISH
If each and every one of us were to follow Putin way of life killing millions of people we would soon run out of people to kill, killing for sport our own kind is simply not sustainable, not matter how fun it may be for the Kremlin’s Generals and their chain of command down to stupid foot soldiers taking delight in raping innocent girls and killing them once they’re done with them -no animals on this planet engage in this senseless evil, in other words they’re worse than animals!!!
The free world has to fight fire with fire! It’s a matter of self-preservation where passive acceptance of senseless killings of innocents passive citizen for no apparent reason means death of a people beyond fixing -we’re a long time dead which of course suits that monster just fine
Biden has no other option but to respond in kind, we can’t let the Kremlin’s merciless butchers to keep slaughtering flocks of sheep one after the other and burning their sheds to the ground
It would be better to arrest Putin or compel the kremlin to depose of him before senseless massacres take place because of a madman’s obsession with ruling over the whole world at all cost; he simply can’t corrupt everybody, Putin is just lucky he’s got China, Israel and India on side and probably would have bought USA had his old lover Trump remained in power!
Putin’s war stops once his oxygen supply is cut off which will be once he messes up with gas and biological criminal use
Whilst walking in the woods where I photographed this, I noticed an awful stench. To put it politely, at first I thought I had trodden in something from a dog's backside. LOL!
No! It was skunk cabbages, or swamp lanterns. They emit quite a revolting stench, perhaps to deter anything from eating them! Nevertheless, they are attractive to look at.
A cat! On my lap! Horrors.
And yes, I wore a face mask to ward off any cat-ness. Sneezing? No thank you.
'নীল চিঠি'
#week12
''সব কথা তোমাকে জানাবো ভেবেছিলাম
কিনে এনেছিলাম আকাশী রঙের বিলিতি হাওয়াই চিঠি
সে চিঠির অক্ষরে অক্ষরে লেখা যেত
কেন তোমাকে এখনো চিঠি লেখার কথা ভাবি
লেখা যেত
আমাদের উঠোনে কামিনী ফুলগাছে
এবার বর্ষায় ফুলের ছড়াছড়ি
তুমি আরেকটু কাছে থাকলেই
বৃষ্টিভেজা বাতাসে সে সৌরভ তোমার কাছে পৌঁছতো
তোমাকে জানানো যেত,
কিন্তু এসব তোমাকে কেন জানাবো?
এসব খবরে তোমার এখন কোনো প্রয়োজননেই।
অথচ এর থেকেও কি যেন তোমাকে জানানোর ছিল,
কিছু একটা আছে, কিন্তু সেটা যে ঠিক কি
পরিষ্কার করে আমি নিজেও বুঝতে পারছিনা।
টেবিলের একপাশে কাঁচের কাগজচাপার নীচে
ধুলোয়, বাতাসে বিবর্ণ হয়ে আসছে হাওয়াই চিঠি।
তার গায়ে ডাকের ছাপের চেয়ে একটু বড়,
অসতর্ক চায়ের পেয়ালার গোল ছাপ,
পাখার হাওয়ায় সারাদিন, সারারাত ফড় ফড় করে ডানা ঝাপটায়
সেই ঠিকানাবিহীন রঙিন ফাঁকা চিঠি।
অথচ তোমার কাছে
তার উড়ে যাওয়ার কথা ছিল।''
(তারাপদ রায়)
#fragmentedStories #2017 #52weeks of #selfPreservation #KA
#week4
#fabrication4
The lost art of Introspection.
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Among all other flaws in me the one thing that i hated most is that I get attached to people and places easily. Letting go was and have never been easy for me even though I manage to be as silent and as invisible as possible. And every single time when I think time will heal, this emotional attachment, this string keep on tightening around my lousy heart with every single tick of the clock. But every time with every squeeze that brings intense pain, inevitably opens up my heart to a newer dimension. the reason I am attached to this pain is, this is what helps me grow every single day, this is what makes me 'ME'.
So here's to the newer dimensions, to a parallel world where everything is okay,
here's to the time that was spent, together or apart.
Here's to the sunbeam that was lent to me too briefly.
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#52week of #selfPreservation
This was taken in the Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, on April 28, opposite the California Academy of Sciences. A cold, damp cloud had blown in from the Pacific.....but it was still warmer than it is here in Dublin. Imagine if those poor old dears had spent a fortune to visit Ireland at this time.....cause I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt when I took this. Clothing I'm no longer wearing since my return.
#week28
Sulfur.
they say when sulfur burns it turns into blue flame which suffocates and intoxicates.
well that is relateable.
#52weeks of #selfPreservation #ka
here's week 22,I am a day late though !
everything about this photo is so scary, i could not find anything else that would fit any better to this week.
this particular photograph is intimidating, it scares me !
So does my life !
Happy Eid folks,
#52weeks of #selfPreservation #ka
Our Daily Challenge ... naked and raw. We spent several hours at Taronga Western Plains Zoo in Dubbo today. I thought these two shots of the meerkats and kangaroos illustrated their naked curiosity which is born of a natural raw instinct for self preservation in many animals.
#week6
''The Sunbeam That Was Lent to Me Too Briefly.''
-'It's fake, I can't do this anymore.'
-'okay.' (she inhaled sharply)
-'It's about time we said our goodbyes. It's time we stopped.'
(she winced)
- ' We can't stop. We never even started.'
#fragmentedStories #2017 #52weeks of #selfPreservation
You know that moment in the movie when the real fight begins-THE FIGHT- the moment when the underdog suddenly kicks ass into gear to change the direction of the ocean's tide and you know it's impossible yet you feel some power in the impossibility as though it is becoming fire in your own veins?
Will you recognize that kick ass moment when it comes to you in your own life? When your most hell defining moment is in front of you and you can either burn in the flames or become hotter and brighter- will you feel it? Will you rise to the moment? Will you fight for your gorgeous denoument or will you let it slip past you like a tepid stare?
I know my real fight is coming but isn't here yet. I'm still invested in the downward spiral. Going down for the hundredth time- knocked out one more time- bruises showing shallowly on my face and hands. Oh yeah baby- black and blue in the ring! My kid and his what-ever-the-fuck has shoved me into the ropes and I'm sweatin' it again. I know we're headed for answers but in the meantime I know I'm no fit mother, I know I'm no fit human, I know I'm getting emptier and emptier handing out everything I've got.
The fight comes after. The fight comes when the answers start illuminating the page. The fight starts when the anger is ingnited beyond any suffocation. The fight starts when there is nothing left to do but claw back up the black hole. I have not come this far to give up, to throw my towel into the sweat pile.
Life should not be this god damned hard. But it is.
This is the moment in the movie when you wonder if it can get any worse for your underdog and it does. She gets fucking fatter, the boy chooses the cheerleader, every bet is off. She's walking raw alleys and she's got coal smudges under her eyes. She's scraping her nails on the bricks and she's got needles in her feet. It's in the ash that she begins to understand what lengths she's willing to go to to win.
Is your moment coming? If you need to feel it- listen to "The Quest" by Bryn Christopher.
I have come to understand tonight that I need to make a series of soundtracks in order to orchestrate what's coming. Because what's coming doesn't know compromise. It doesn't know a middle ground. I know that these muscles need to be made to move until they collapse. I know that everything has to be minimalized to its most elemental components so that no extra crap is hanging off the edges of my crazy.
I've got a lot of crazy.
Oh yeah. You have no idea!
It's why I see the things I do.
I wish I could compile all the songs that share this power- the power of the underdog- the burning rush of life coming fast in technicolor. It's different for each of us. What makes you feel it won't necessarily be the same as what gets me up off the mat. I know I'm going to need to listen to this while walking with rockets on my feet alone. I am starting to believe that every moment I am not working and my kid isn't home will need to be spent walking or doing lunges across my floor to blasting music.
The next few months are going to feel like scraping the barrel of my mind. The next few months are going to feel like skidding on the rocks of my bottom.
But make no mistake: I will rise predictably from the ashes a stronger hero and I will not recognize who I was before. I will shed myself like an amphibian. I will scrape off the underdog veneer and blind the sun.
If you want to know just how low I have to sink, just where my fears live, just what kinds of gravel thoughts I've had today, you're going to have to tell me you need to hear it. You're going to have to tell me that you need it because you are there with me. Otherwise I cannot say the most unsayable, I cannot speak what my rockbottom is whispering in my ear or I will be set outside alone, again, and I will not do it unless you are outside sitting with me in the 30 degree temperatures.
Know yourself. Right now. Know who you are and what you stand for. Know who you are and what you want because you have to know what to fight for if you plan to win. You have to see yourself on the other side. You have to see yourself as though there were two of you.
Scraping my nails on the bricks- it's getting bloody in here.
The fire is burning in my nose- it's getting into my lungs.
I'm only half standing.
How about you?
Now look up to the camera and show me your spirit! Show me your tiger! Show me how you're gonna win against all odds! Show me how you're gonna rise up and kick some fucking ass!
Cause I'm takin' notes now.
Ignite!
I have been having dreams.
the nightmares area back.
Turns out self preservation is not as easy as I thought !
#52weeks of #selfpreservation
Clinging to Ego
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
On one hand, I’m tired of humiliation
Ego’s distorted vision
Leaving me exposed
Like the Emperor without clothes
On the other hand, isn’t ego a part of me
Something to accept, reconcile and integrate
Rather than deny it
Squelch or annihilate it?
What else can protect me from cruelty?
Terrifying to leave it behind
My heart in full view
And without it, would I have any drive?
What would push me out of bed in the morning?
For me it’s essential to be productive
(Whatever that means)
Must I be complacent to be content?
Yet I recall a long string of birthdays
Crushed by unmet goals of ever-elusive greatness
Alienated by self-constructed barriers
Can I muster the courage to drop the mask?
Have faith I won’t be flattened
Confidence I won’t reek of weirdness
Can love be motivation enough?
Ego at the Mall
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Today I look good!
Everybody’s staring.
People are checking out my butt as I pass.
They must be wondering how I can be so sexy.
Oh! I have my period!
I guess white shorts wasn’t the best choice for today.
Ego at Work
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
There are serious issues with this blueprint.
I can’t believe no one involved me until now!
Clearly you have not thought this through.
You’ve accounted for fire and earthquake risks
But what about wind, hail, volcanoes?
And these are just the glaring gaps
Given time I’m sure I’d find more.
It’s a good thing I’m here to point these things out.
“Umm, it’s for an underground facility…”
Ego at Yoga
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Look at her! I can do that.
I’m almost there, balance, balance…
Plop
I’ve been doing this longer than her!
I’m sure I can get into that pose.
Stretch, stretch…
Pop
This isn’t very relaxing.
Ego at Church
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Oh I love this song!
It really suits my range!
I bet the couple in front of me
Are so impressed with my voice.
I bet I’ll be approached to do a solo!
Oh, the couple just put on headsets.
I guess they’re hearing impaired.
Ego in Love
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
I’m so hi-i-i-i-i-gh
High above him
I’m so lovely…
What?! He’s cheating on me?!!
#week27
#52weeks of #selfPreservation
To the mountains and sea.
To one direction and stability.
Transcending.
I dared.
(missed a month, started again )
#tattoed #bucketlist #inked #sea #mountains #blue #natures #water #travel #traveler #wanderer #minimalism #lines #triangle
Once Upon a Sunday.
-' I have never seen you being so silent ! Its scary!'
she smirked,
-' Oh trust me, I have never been louder...(in my head).'
#selfportrait
#fragmentedStories #2017 #52weeks of #selfPreservation #KA
#week3
#fabrication2
Terror of Inevitable Ending.
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I remember the goodbyes,
All three of them.
I remember how your fingers circled around mine,
I remember how they tightened for one last time before you let go off me, may be forever.
As if the remains of what we used to be were taken with the softest squeeze, of your hand.
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#52week of #selfPreservation
Today, I was clearing some rubbish away and on lifting some old polycarbonate sheeting discovered an ant’s nest beneath it. As I pulled the sheeting clear, hundreds of ants and ant’s eggs were evident, but immediately the alarmed creatures began a frenzy to collect the eggs, taking them underground to safer climbs. It was quite amazing to watch. In what initially seemed panic and chaos, the ants were actually systemically searching for lost eggs and ensuring their safe recovery with a total disregard for their own well being; incredible creatures.
A few ant facts for you to digest:
•There are more than 12,000 species of ants all over the world.
•An ant can lift 20 times its own body weight.
•Some queen ants can live for many years and have millions of babies!
•Ants don’t have ears. Ants "hear" by feeling vibrations in the ground through their feet.
•When ants fight, it is usually to the death.
•When foraging, ants leave a pheromone trail so that they know where they’ve been,
•Queen ants have wings, which they shed when they start a new nest.
•Ants don’t have lungs. Oxygen enters through tiny holes all over the body and carbon dioxide leaves through the same holes.
•When the queen of the colony dies, the colony can only survive a few months. Queens are rarely replaced and the workers are not able to.