Ever had that feeling of absence?
One of a series of cards delving in to the inner psyche of a lonely lil’ snowman named Flake. Here we find him contemplating his purposeless buttons. For fully moving versions with sound n everyfin…pushing the boundaries of digital animation to da max at www.snowmanflake.com.
As you may or may not have noticed I have been absent from here for a couple of weeks due to work travel and keeping up with my thirteen …
As you may or may not have noticed I have been absent from here for a couple of weeks due to work travel and keeping up with my thirteen yr old daughters busy schedule. I want to thank all of you have commented on my work and those who have purchased work. I will be trying to play catch up for a while here! Take care Mike
‘He Always Turns his Back on Me’ says the brother of the prodigal son, says the movie goer who stalks her crush, says the middle-child, says the jilted lover, says the ventriloquist LIMITED EDITION OF #20
there is something eerie about staring down through / the remains of rooms where the flooring has collapsed. / it goes beyond the mortal fear of falling and death, / beyond the realization that there but for the grace of god go i. / maybe there is some inate sense that this is not something that is or should be possible. / it is like staring through holes torn in the fabric of different dimensions / and it throws off your balance and perspective, leaving everything askew. / splintered shards of boards jut off at illogical angles, / heavy radiators dangle from pipes like rusted fruit on steel vines, / and doorways swing outward into cavernous voids. / people once walked, talked, worked, and slept / along these planes now almost entirely inaccessable to man. / distant portals open to rooms and wards whose secrets will remain hidden / until they are erased by decay, by fire, by the wrecking ball. / there is always this pervasive sense that these are the areas where the answers lie, / that if one only pushes a little harder, takes a few more risks / this search for who knows what will produce some tangible results / and this consuming drive well somehow be rewarded with / reprieve, release, redemption. / this is the nature of my obsession. when you look at me, / you should see not what lies before you / my physical shell, a fragmented collection of skin and bones and blood. / you should see the conspicuous absence of what i was, what i could be, / of my very spirit, which has divorced itself from my corporeal form. / i once walked and talked, worked and slept along planes / now almost entirely inaccessable to man. / even now as we speak i am drifting somewhere, restless / stuck in limbo, in the space between floors. / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— more available at my (recently updated) site, www.abandonedamerica.org / photo taken at algonquin state hospital / all rights reserved. may not be reproduced without permission.
I was in a meeting with clients the other day and it occurred to me if I was wearing this t-shirt it would have explained a lot about my input. Perfect for those times when you need your clothing to speak for you.
I was in a meeting with clients the other day and it occurred to me if I was wearing this t-shirt it would have explained a lot about my input. Perfect for those times when you need your clothing to speak for you.
Anyone who’s tried to meditate will know how hard it is to stop getting carried off by the soap opera in the head. This is my rendition of that as a graphic.
Absent definition: an adjective: not in a specified place physically or mentally I was having appetizers and conversation in someone’s apartment in Paris. I took a liking to this piece of ART in their dining area. I did some photo editing to remove a few spots here in there. The original ART is gray but I added some green tint because…well…because the color green adds freshness and life (through my eyes).
alone I sat upon the chair / absent of human warmth / feelings of worthlessness / run rings around brim / empty, devoid of a kindly hand / a rug my happy friend / though comfort is not its name / I sit supported by a silent friend / my bow gives me no pleasure / I look decrepit / living webbing etched into my emptiness / hollowed out in desparing pain / I wait my fate / most probably flung into eternal nothingness / to rot amongst the other abandoned….things / I hear a door open and my excitement cannot be contained / struggling to breath I gasp instead / what luxurious journey will be my lot / despair dispersant disappears / flatly refusing to move I lay / languishing in the unexpected / hats have lives too….. / perhaps the rug could shout accolades…..
absent
still life, textured
This was requested as a print, so here it is. :)
30MM 1/45sec F2.8 ISO400
A lone blue desk among all the brown in an empty classroom…
when times are so busy and life is a complicated blur, I often switch off to it all. This image symbolises a person shutting themselves off to it all and becoming absent from the world. It could also symbolise someone being ignored by people that are too absorbed in everything else to notice this person.
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