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Lost and Gone
Poem:
Funnelled into this tunnel
We tiptoe on an obscure path, sinking further into acceptable societal norms.
Our leaders are the shining stars of opportunity, hope and desperation.
We are wearing modernist chains as productivity symbols.
We continually inch forward.
Bound by their unspoken agendas.
The tunnel shields us from the glimmer of what could be.
We carry the burden of shattered aspirations.
We forgot them as the junk of continuous acquisition minced us into meta pulp.
What drives our reluctance to deviate from this tunnel?
The way towards a post-capitalist society are intertwined with our innermost galaxies.
Can we continue waiting for the moment we can see clearly through the fluorescent lights?
Years and years?
Generations and generations?
Lost and gone.
Story:
Our footsteps echo in compliance on a dark path. Every person watching is a unique shadow, a beautiful and intricate figure composed of unfulfilled dreams and values. We carry chains mistaken for rhythm, our procession of self-imposed burden. The tunnel, an artificial cocoon, becomes a womb of obscurity. We are like Sisyphus, carrying the weight of unfulfilled potential, dissipating against the hard surface of routine. We have the power to step out of line, to break free from our invisible shackles. Yet we stay silent in this parade of shadows and echoes. Is it fear or comfort that holds us in this spectral dance? To break free means facing the unknown, the blinding light of possibility. But we created this tunnel, and the map of the stars is etched on its walls, waiting for us to look up.
Description:
Embark on a metaphorical journey through the 'Tunnel of Self-Reflection.' This video art piece captures the essence of walking a path paved with echoes of our choices and the silhouettes of dreams yet to be fulfilled. As you watch, consider the chains of habit and the weight of potential within us all. Are we comfortable in the darkness, or are we ready to step into the light of the unknown? Join us as we explore these profound questions in a hauntingly beautiful setting. #PathToSelfDiscovery #UnfulfilledDreams #MetaphoricalJourney
Blogger:
www.jjfbbennett.com/2024/04/lost-and-gone.html
Keywords:
Metaphorical Journey, Self-Reflection, Unfulfilled Dreams, Life's Path, Philosophical Art, Echoes of Choice, Chains of Habit, Potential and Fear, Comfort in Darkness, Breaking Free, Self-Discovery, Artistic Interpretation
Wir sind schon auf Abschiedstour in Palermo.
Das Wetter ist heute grandios - es ist Frühling! 🌞
Wir sind noch einmal an unserem Lieblingsplatz, dem Zisa Park.
Ich blicke zurück auf vier Jahre Sizilien - für mich geht ein Lebensabschnitt zu Ende. Was das bedeutet, werde ich wahrscheinlich aber erst in Deutschland merken.
Und wie geht's euch damit? Was nehmt ihr mit aus Palermo?
"Palermo hat mich auf jeden Fall mein Heimweh nach Californien vergessen lassen." sagt Barbara. "Und ihr natürlich, meine Familie. Ich habe viel alten Groll im Meer versenken können. Ich habe Daliah verziehen. Wir waren hier viel auf alten Pfaden unterwegs, die ich einst mit ihr ging. Ich denke da an so Momente wie die rote Schule in Cefalù oder die Catacombe dei Cappuccini. Aber danke auch an Abdi und Shashaa, die mir halfen, meine Hollywood Sünden zu reflektieren."
"Ja, Familie." sagt Shashaa. "Ihr seid mir ans Herz gewachsen und meine zweite Familie geworden! Was ich mitnehme? All Along the Watchtower natürlich! Dass jemand den Watchtower in seinem Vorgarten stehen hat! Hhhhh. Aber das ist es, was die hier in Palermo können: Leben und leben lassen. Einfach an der Maqueda sitzen und einen Espresso trinken und die Leute beobachten. Oder Blumen so groß wie Suppenschüsseln. Oder die Bäume mit den Krokodilfüßen. Palermo, I ❤ you! Ich komme bestimmt wieder!"
"Ach, ich soll auch was sagen?" fragt Yinka. "Die letzten Wochen waren turbulent. Ihr wisst ja, was meiner Schwester Bisi passiert ist. Sie ist an einem sicheren Ort, und Bola sagt, sie werden alles tun, sie ins Ausland zu bringen. Ich bin ein wenig beruhigt. Jetzt im Ramadan sind wir ja sehr mit Tafsir beschäftigt. Wir wollen Antworten zum Leben von Jesus und Johannes und wie das Christentum entstand. Das ist so umfangreich, und für jede gefundene Antwort stellen sich zehn neue Fragen. Also, mein Kopf ist voll. Palermo, ja, dann war da noch der Zirkus mit den Carabinieri, nur dämliche Bürokratie halt. Ich hatte halt Angst, dass da noch was aus Rom nachkommt. Aber nein, das scheint wirklich Schnee von gestern zu sein. Rom und Valeria sind inzwischen ewig weit weg. Wenn du zu mir heute Italien sagst, dann denke ich zuerst an Palermo."
Photo captured at Carmel River State Beach in Carmel-By-The-Sea. Monterey County. Late February 2013.
Photo captured along the beach at Dry Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.
Photo captured at the Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.
Photo captured at the beach on the ocean side of Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured off of California Highway 299 near the city of Alturas. Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late March 2013.
Photo captured along the beach at Ma-Le'L Dunes in the census-designated place of Manila. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo looking toward Highway 101 and of Big Lagoon captured off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, near post-mile marker 110.59 in the census-designated place of Big Lagoon. Humboldt County. Early September 2013.
Photo looking towards the King Range captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
The Indian Pond Heron or Paddybird (Ardeola grayii) is a small heron. It is of Old World origins, breeding in southern Iran and east to India, Burma, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. They are widespread and common but can be easily missed when they stalk prey at the edge of small water-bodies or even when they roost close to human habitations. They are however distinctive when they take off with bright white wings flashing in contrast to the cryptic streaked olive and brown colours of the body. Their camouflage is so excellent that they will close approach before taking to flight, a behaviour which has resulted in folk names and beliefs that the birds are short-sighted or blind.
They appear stocky with a short neck, short thick bill and buff-brown back. In summer, adults have long neck feathers. Its appearance is transformed from their dull colours when they take to flight, when the white of the wings makes them very prominent. It is very similar to the Squacco Heron, Ardeola ralloides, but is darker-backed. To the east of its range, it is replaced by the Chinese Pond Heron, Ardeola bacchus.
They are very silent but may give a harsh croak when flushed or near their nests.
They are very common in India, and are usually solitary foragers but numbers of them may sometimes feed in close proximity during the dry seasons when small wetlands have a high concentration of prey. They are semi-colonial breeders. They may also forage at garbage heaps. During dry seasons, they sometimes take to foraging on well watered lawns or even dry grassland. When foraging, they allow close approach and flush only at close range. They sometimes form communal roosts, often in avenue trees over busy urban areas.
The Indian Pond Heron's feeding habitat is marshy wetlands. They usually feed at the edge of ponds but make extensive use of floating vegetation such as Water hyacinth to access deeper water. They may also on occasion swim on water or fish from the air and land in deeper waters
Photo captured near Dry and Stone Lagoons off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f4.5 lens. Humboldt County. Late October 2013.
Photo of the Battery Point Lighthouse captured in Crescent City. Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Early March 2013.
I am constantly reinventing myself…It's the only way to shake off the past, breaking the connection between how I was then and how I am now.
Am I real? Or just an illusion?
Photo taken north of the town of Klamath in Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Late January 2013.
Photo captured via the HDR method of photography near Smith River and the Oregon State Line in Del Norte County. North Coast. Late January 2013.
Photo of the Eel River captured from Dyerville Bar off of Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.