All I can say is... wow. This is a pretty profound concept, but to also find it in a natural setting and get a photograph.... that's amazing...
*translation:
Exis(t) - obviously missing the "T" (I can be implied, since english only has two words to state this), here...perhaps)
and,
Piens(o) -(I=first person), I Think
*I suppose they could also be gerunds ("-ing's"),
Existing
Piensando (thinking)
I know that's kind of heavy, but, damn! It's really poetic and the photography is beautiful.... If I was an art teacher, I'd spend an entire class on this piece!
:)
10.31.2010
Exis.. Piens...
Conversation
I was actually looking for something to post with my "Azteca" artical from Nat'l geo., and came across this... something about it just demanded my attention and even though I would not describe this as my particular "style," I simply love the photo!!
The flickr link is provided below. :)
10.27.2010
10.24.2010
Veenarbeider. Moment voor zichzelf / Dutch peat cutter taking a break
Veenarbeider. Moment voor zichzelf / Dutch peat cutter taking a break, originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief.
My first adventure through the Flickr Commons Arena . . .
Veenarbeider. Moment voor zichzelf / Dutch peat cutter taking a break
Veenarbeider. Moment voor zichzelf / Dutch peat cutter taking a break, originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief.
My first adventure through the Flickr Commons Arena . . .
10.16.2010
ILLUSIONS
We create these illusions of reality
that serve no purpose – just to belong
eyes unwise open; seduced in notion
of a promise told long ago.
We want to transform from fatalistic
yearning of a void – a longing to be
cradled in arms of messiahs
healed of all that transpired
before.
It is only the brave human nature
slowly opened buds prepared
to reveal beauty and wounds
in face of adversity.
Ready to laugh in the face of
our foolish endeavours to
risk the fear factor
To swoop and dip graceful eagles
amongst the highs and lows
of obstacles that test fragility.
I have found some days to be blind
self served instant gratification
I go on and on living in this
desire to fully open.
Searching through a time of
dark film noir streets; with
only moonlight to guide this
heart that bleeds an illusion
She longs to make useful
To the I and soul of she.
© 2009 Maria Gornell.
~ by maria gornell on December 16, 2009.
photo by: Ansel Adams (Yosemite Nat'l Park, USA)
10.15.2010
UM.
.this.blog.is.
actually, a very interesting story . . . one told through pictures, photography, art, poetry, and spontaneous bursts of uncharacteristically intriguing prose; amongst other things.
S(t)OR(R)-Y about an interesting girl living a very interesting life IN many interesting places. Interesting could be defined as: Weird.⟿ Exiting.VUnpredictable. "Go Ask Alice," and "Thelma and Louis (minus a murder⚰⚒⚰)," rolled into a pre-teen, adolescent, twenty-something, thirty-two year-old girl (though she is often mistaken for a woman - many people simply don't realize how far behind in this journey she has actually gotten... She was always a P.rocr.AST.inator; al.WAYS. sullen and morose - which would typically provide for her a means of pro.CAST.IN.A.(ting). her LI(f)E, in general. A "LI(f)E-Procrastinator.")...
Suffice to say, this odd little protagonist*a has a long, loooong, ways to go before reaching adulthood.
Inte.(no)REST.ing is also defined as:
DangeroUS. F.UN(ending).Intriguing.Horrific Honorific. Charities. Balls. Princes. Millions. Billions. HomeLESSness,
PowerLESSness.
D(rug)AD.diction.
PSYCHosis.
ManIa.
*(?)Normal-see.
Law enforcement.
Breaking the law.
Going to court.
Being a Court Officer....
The perpetrator and the victim.
THIS; is a
MeMoiR.
This is a Story
that should have ended long, long ago, many times over -IF...LIFE.WAS.FAIR.
Most of us know that this is incredibly UN.true. Justice is an ever-elusive thing that we hunger and yearn for, yet this craving for Order and a sense of "fairness" is strangely unpalatable when or if it is ever met. Sadly, we often find ourselves "right," or, "vindicated," in some way, but this rarely makes us happy.
This is an autobiography. This could also become a mini-biography about others as I see fit to tell the story. This is a ROYGBIV life, a full spectrum of every entree; Filet Mignon for fifty dollars, or a McDonald's combo meal for five dollars, whether it be money (or lack thereof), or psychiatric disorders, chaotic events, traumatic events, exiting events, and one could insert these descriptors for most of the other oddities in this story, called "the other people;" most of whom are "interesting" as well.
This is a truly bipolar life that has lived in the darkness and has lived in the
U U U U U light U U U U U.
A life that has dined with royalty and had servants and drivers and cooks and maids and the like, as well as the life lived in squaller and poverty; watching rats boldly skitter across the creaky old floors in the roach infested house that had no air conditioning, no shower, no food in the pantry - no vehicle - working two or three minimum wage jobs (including the proud moment when a new precedent was set in
(Little)
Rock,AR,
. . . by this employee's becoming Little Rock's first Jiffy Lube fffemale(!) employee (that actually worked IN one of the bays, not reception!), and was covered in flea bites and roach bites and, too-poor-without-insurance-to-have-that-one-one-treated-mystery-bites.
This Life Story is an incredibly dualistic one, in almost every aspect.
In summation, Mixed media,
sketching,
drawing,
typing.
something.
- objectively or subjectively -
.jpg)
but either way, hopefully insightfully -
a poem, a quote, mine, not mine, yours . . . . is likely going to be 40% of the Story, but mostly the Photography will tell the tale, as this is a journey that has more or less been well documented in pictures and after being on the run for almost a year now,
photography
has
been
my
only
friend.
My drug.
My God.
My Life-Breath.
It pulses through my veins as assuredly as anti-oxidents (hopefully) drift upstream to be reduced, reused, and recycled.
That's the main reason - my passion LIE(s) within the 2-dimensional (miss)re-presentations within every event and person and place and feeling and tear captured at a mixture of digitalized shutter speed, aperture, and iso settings.
.p.E.r.F.E.k.T.I.O.n.
cl*IF*f-
h
a
n
g
e
r,"
- literally - is a great example of some (?)
. . .well-documented photographie, since nobody would actually believe the story if it was only backed with something as malleable and brittle as WORDS....
(words are such odd and silly little things!!)....
I would categorize this as mostly a photoblog if I had to pick a genre... That could have saved some time, couldn't it? Ha ha. I'm also quite wordy in front of a computer.
This was your warning
SPUTNIK-I'm publishing this because of sleep deprivation..... yeah.
I like the name "
Sputnik,"
Because . . .
. . . This benign inanimate object,
became personified in the
⚇ eyes ⚇
of the American people during the
Cold War
era.
Sputnik was a name that instilled fear and anxiety in the citizenry as they gazed above them as though they would see the satellite overhead at any moment,
watching their every move. The Americans had become vulnerable as the result of what this object represented.
Sputnik was not sentient.
Sputnik did not have the intent to do harm to any
particular region. Sputnik
was the means to an end
and in and of itself, quite
insignificant. I think that
the fear of this new
technology
did more for the Soviet
Cause than the actual
data obtained.
A satire by Jonathan Swift seems entirely appropriate, as this tends to agree with my style, some cynicism balanced with some dry humor and sarcasm for any occasion. I tend to be a pessimist as I imagine my friend, Jonathan here, was as well. This seems
like a depressing at first thought
at first, however, it allows me to see past the rose colored glasses (no pun intended with the
pink background), observe
and work within the parameters
of reality as it presents itself in my life, and hopefully do something that benefits at least one person besides myself, in the long-run. I do not have a warm fuzzy place where the puppies and rainbows exist in my psyche, but this does not mean I'm all gloom and doom. I'm simply here. Doing what I can, when I can, because I truly believe that we are either a negative influence on this universe, or a positive one, we can't be neither, though we can (and always do) vacillate on this spectrum of "yin/yang" energy dynamic, for lack of a better description (look at it like a Look at the Lightwave spectrum, ranging from the shortest of wavelengths to the longest).
like a depressing at first thought
at first, however, it allows me to see past the rose colored glasses (no pun intended with the
pink background), observe
and work within the parameters
of reality as it presents itself in my life, and hopefully do something that benefits at least one person besides myself, in the long-run. I do not have a warm fuzzy place where the puppies and rainbows exist in my psyche, but this does not mean I'm all gloom and doom. I'm simply here. Doing what I can, when I can, because I truly believe that we are either a negative influence on this universe, or a positive one, we can't be neither, though we can (and always do) vacillate on this spectrum of "yin/yang" energy dynamic, for lack of a better description (look at it like a Look at the Lightwave spectrum, ranging from the shortest of wavelengths to the longest). My career allowed me (at least persuade myself) to believe that I was helping the community and sacrificing and making a difference in at least a couple of peoples lives. With the unexpected (I was the one that resigned, but it was still very unexpected and somewhat traumatic) resignation of my job as a probation officer, I found myself waking up a couple days later, staring at the ceiling. Now what? I commited the greatest sin that one can commit during a recession — the number one rule I whole-heartedly urged probationers not to break during a recession (or anytime): IF YOU'RE GOING TO QUIT YOUR JOB, ALWAYS, ALWAYS HAVE A NEW JOB ALREADY SET UP AND CONFIRMED WITH A START DATE. I left without even a resume. Just the diploma on the wall and a faxed copy of my certifications from the HR department. This is all I know.
The Code Red Manual had the rare ability to make me laugh out loud each time I read it. Rarely do I laugh whole-heartedly at an email, but I can't remember the last time I re-read something 3, 4, or 5 times and I still laugh. I have tended toward a melancholy mood for my entire life and any opportunity to break the dysthymic feelings of "generalized blue-ness" and lack of motivation, is always welcomed. This is why I value laughter so much.
Ironically, I now find myself utilizing the very same resources that I provided my probationers time and time again to assist them on their journey through the war-torn "looking-for-employment-zone."
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| *PHOTO by Taylor Hartnett - UAE City & State of Dubai. |
10.07.2010
Why these photographs and why in this specified order, you might ask??? There is absolutely no purpose to my sequencing (as noted by the title of the album...). If you choose to assign some sort of profound meaning to the content or its sequence, I will, of coarse, happily take the credit for it. Thank you and please come again.
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