View allAll Photos Tagged somethingsmissing
Alright, I finally caved. And apparently right before the deadline. I entered the Artists Wanted self portrait contest. I've been doing my fair share of voting for my friends, so I hope you guys will help me out too by stopping by my portfolio and voting. Thanks in advance!
www.artistswanted.org/alibubba
Also, I'm working on a week of non-headshots at the request of someone who consistently keeps it real and doesn't just feed the standard praise. :)
**Explored**
glazed and unglazed earthenware and stoneware 18x23x14 cm
.
#ceramicsculpture #ceramicart #figurativesculpture #kunst #angelus #lacuna #artistsoninstagram #reflecting #somethingsmissing #patricklears
when autumn comes, it doesn't ask. it just walks in, where it left you last. you never know when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass (around your summer heart). listen.
@BlaisOne: "Blues With Broken Hearts" : i like it. good job.
This isn't about missing a guy or something. It's more like there's something missing and I have absolutely no idea what it is. In the last week or so all these old friends have come out of the woodwork who I thought were gone, and maybe that's made me realise how much I've missed them.
Tonight a friend said she wanted "the old Catherine back" and it irritated me because I listened to her talking for months about how her old friends were having a hard time accepting she'd changed, and I kept telling her it was ok and natural and she was bound to change. She managed to cope with how I changed over the summer, but now she's not. Ah well. Still love her.
118 days til I finish school. Putting it like that makes me feel like I might actually miss more people than I realised.
14/365
I can't be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over-the-counter test for loneliness
For loneliness like this
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is
(Lyric from song by John Mayer)
... it doesn't ask
it just walks in where it left you last
you never know when it starts
until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart
-John Mayer
Everything in it's place and a place for everything. I've been forgetting a few things this week and having to double back for them, luckily not far each time. Good job we don't have detachable parts I'd be in a right mess!
Another fast one due to unplanned support work for family this evening.
Strobist info: 580EXII @ 1/2 power into shoot through umbrella to camera right.
Flash metered with Expodisc on camera, 250th @ F8.
Parking is easy when you don't give a stuff! The Index (Rego) plate has been digitally altered to protect the guilty.
No creo que puedas saber
lo que se siente caer del parasol
al sueño intermitente
De la luz, al fondo de tu esfera
donde todo gira...
Tu razón es una fusión interminable.
[Tour fellas & roadies, it's time for us to go & work hard. Said what kind of work? Hard work, you! What's a non-stop month of insane madness and long nights full of music and adrenalin? Piece of cake! *Shaking stressed & scared, ha ha!* "Mom, see you when November ends -maybe-".]
I am fully aware that this is all sorts of wrong, but there is still something about it I really like.
Alternate version in comments....
I think I got this for about $5.00. The bottom "prong" was missing then and I've been meaning to make a new one ever since I bought it.
...traces of it's pendulum movements. Or... the placement and length don't seem quite right... what else could have been hanging there, making those arcs?
I kind of grew up with this tree. It used "to live" in my parent's front garden.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
I'm not alone, I wish I was
'Cause then I'd know I was down because
I couldn't find a friend around
To love me like they do right now
They do right now
I'm dizzy from the shopping mall
I searched for joy but I bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pains
And a thirst I'd have to drown first to ever satiate
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is
At all
---Something's Missing by John Mayer
---------------------------------------------------------------
Well shit. I won't be offended should anyone skip today's narrative. I guarantee it's not going to entertaining or funny or even remotely interesting.
Do you ever have one of those days when reality smacks you in the face and then comes back to kick you in the ass just a little bit more to make sure you are down for the count? Today has been one of those days. Today, for whatever reason, has been the day when life holds a mirror up in front of me and refuses to put it away until I decided to accept what is true. It is so frustrating to know that I am always going to be that kid who is never picked for a team in school, will always be the one that is the easy target to take advantage of, does all the work and gets none of the credit and will never succeed when success depends solely on ones ability to kiss ass and win a popularity contest.
The photograph has jumped off the headstone and has run away? All on her own or did she have a little 'help'?
Soudain, des émotions qui se mettent à résonner dans mon esprit - une grande peur, souffle court - comme venant d'un enfant égaré: je suis frappée d'un vide.
Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe? Où es-tu?!
C'était juste pas une bonne journée entre nous - le coeur en désolation.
J'aurais envie d'inscrire mon nom au marqueur noir sur l'étiquette fatiguée, sans message aucun qui ait bien vieilli: qu'un "made in Yougoslavia" à l'agonie.
Throughout two World Wars, a pair of very large naval guns patiently stood here keeping watch over the mouth of the River Tay. Day after day, year after year, they gazed at the river and peered out to the distant sea. But in all that time, nothing interesting ever came within range. I think the guns eventually got a bit fed up and went somewhere else.
I wasn't sure whether to post this picture or not. There are no ducks in the water, the sky is empty. The cheese house and orange moose tell you that it's Wisconsin. My sister is looking out the window forlornly, but then again so was I. Pictures echo your emotions, and the significance to there something's missing was what I felt inside. There was still color in the world, but it had dulled. That's what losing someone does. It makes you realize something changed, like the world lost a skip in its orbit, the heart missed a beat, and silence overcomes you. Something's missing.
I'm on the brink of leaving for
Frankfurt, visiting a friend of
mine. The Plan for todays evening: wreaking havoc on the frankfurt nightlife! :o))
When Autumn comes, it doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
Frustrated, we jokingly wondered why we couldn't just take an arm off our butcher block sofa chairs and place it on something....like our IKEA antonius wire drawer cabinet? Well, we did.
By the way, per the sofa chair, we have another one and are now thinking of removing an arm from it, and pushing them together to make a loveseat.