Altar
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The view from the Altar, Church of the Good Shephard on Lake Tekapo, South Island, New Zealand. Any wonder it is always booked out for weddings!
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Oils On Canvas. 190×145 cms / This piece is based on a photograph of an altar, I think it was to Athena, that i found in an old book. I placed it in water. Atlantis? First mentioned by Socrates – or rather by Plato referencing Socrates, since he never wrote anything down. Did it exist? Who cares. It makes for a cool story. I am a passionately, fervently commited athiest. My disbelief is central to who I am and sacred to me… I am fascinated with theology, and religious history in general. From an archeological sense. I do find a great deal of it conceptually beautiful. I often receive a spiritual reaction or interpretation to my work. It is not spiritual. passionate, and human. This is as inviolate and as much a part of me as memory, as love. As pain. / Here is part of a rant I wrote on faith. Not truly against it. Beautiful in its own way. Yes. FAITH… Here. Try this: / How strong is your faith? / Is it more real than the evidence of your senses? Of your other beliefs? In the validity of your sensory perceptions? Are emotions that are not spiritual less powerful, less True, to you? Test your faith in the violent light of THIS context. Stand your faith against these words, if you can: / “I SPECULATE that I can touch the face of the woman that I love with the rise and the fall of every breath that I take. / “I OPINE that the woman that I ache for, that I live for, her for whom I would die all deaths, lives and has a mind and heart. That her lips, the softest in a million worlds, TRULY DO touch mine warm and wet in the morning. I SUPPOSE that my friend is real. He who stood beside me as I warred, exhausted and failing, against the softness of death. That I may embrace him. That he will feel it, as I feel the strength in his arms and the old love in his eyes. / “I PROFESS TO BELIEVE that my eyes see this screen. My eyes that have served me since seeping light into colour into form when I was a tiny child and new to humankind. When I saw and I saw and I want the feeling that I have forgotten, of seeing colours, such colours in this world! My eyes: the shock of blue and back and red that gave me, gifted me in spectacular benevolence the holy face of my mother. / “I HOPE THAT IT PROVES TO BE THE CASE that my hands that have fought, fists and wards against my enemies – that have and written and worked and bled for me – are mine own. That they do exist. / “I TRUST in the veracity of the fingers that have forged everything that I have made. With which I touched myself tenderly as I felt the first stirrings of sex. The fingers that hit the keys in front of me and that have brushed against the warmth of what humans I have known. That have shown me the texture, the heat, the shape of the world. / “I ASSUME IT TO BE TRUE that I can hold close to me the child that I have sired, that I have loved and taught and feared for. That I really, REALLY CAN feel the warmth of her sweet breath against my chest as I carry her with every gentleness I can find in my heart to her bed. That I can smell her hair and hear her steady breathing as I lay her down and step hesitantly away. That she is real. Her, my child. Her, whose sweet sleeping form I watch in the half-light for long moments, amazed a thousand times that a miracle, the best of natural miracles, found half of its well of inception within me. Her, sleepy in the quiet of evening. Whose perfect, perfect face I carry before me in my mind as a sigil, a ward, a spell of strength. Her whose need is a terrible weight and dire command. Her love the most beautiful thing I have ever known. / “I CHOOSE TO IMAGINE TO BE FACTUAL Her existence; the best reason to fight that there has ever been. That the stunning wonder of her birth – when my patella smacked the hard white tile floor and I found I was on my knees and tears of joy were streaming hot and salty down my face – ACTUALLY HAPPENED. / “I SUSPECT that the life that leaps and hurts and shudders inside me is MINE. / “I HOLD that I truly LIVE. / “I CREDIT, I POSTULATE, I PRESUME, RECKON RELY AND VENTURE that my body exists and that I am not a creation of a sickness in a mind without a world. / “I hope that I walk this earth. / “But I KNOW that God exists.” / Then this is outright, unmistakable. By choosing, swayed by beauty, experience, love, pain, to believe in God. We are howling into the night, screaming and frantic to hear ourselves. To BELIEVE OUR OWN VOICES! / With this choice, we are saying this: “The divine waits with every unexperienced second. This moment is FECUND! It is PREGNANT with hope!” / Perhaps it is not that we conceive of a divine past, but that we believe in such vast improbability to ordain a divine future. To make it inevitable. / The most beautiful symbols in the history of the Western world have shaped and tugged each essential violence. They are as omnipresent as ourselves. / These symbols have fired the lungs of ten thousand prophets. They have sustained fervour amidst tortures upon tortures, and death upon death in vast numbers lost to time. / Tens of thousands of martyrs have screamed their crucial and earnest fidelity. In gorgeous and compelling abstraction as their lungs were seared and they burned alive, as blood and pain and life poured from them. / These symbols have compelled children to hope. They have told billions of illiterate men stories. They have forced souls barely able to carry the weight of their hate to philanthropy out of fear of the possibility of their truth and the reality of their power. They have given beautiful hearts a means to twist our society from universal brutality to a place with unemployment benefits and public health care. To the point where slavery is almost unknown in this lost and vicious world. Wonders of love. / Because of these ideas, countless human hands have been raised. Weapons have been envisioned, forged, distributed. An endless number of proud human lives have been dedicated only as soldiers for God. Killers and rapists for a concept of love. Adherents to horror excused and endorsed in murder. Heroes for God even in their own hearts. Millions of lives. Millions. Of course. Considered thought exploring and exploiting endless possibilities of tragedy written into human flesh; finding revealing actualising and using endlessly creative machines with which to hurt other humans. The genius of the kill. Adherents to a God of pain. / From this source, from here: emotion blooming in human hearts inspired into conviction: / These tools of thought have led endlessly, endlessly, to war. / I wonder what has allowed such surviving rituals as the wine and bread to follow us from their dark and unknowable origins into the moments, the passions of our lives? Eucharist has an aesthetically seamless nature – “here, eat this symbol. Enact it. Force it to be real for you by participating in its arcane order.” / A process of transformation from concept to belief and hence forcing sensory input to lose its veracity. Fingers slip bloody from the emptiness of the unknown. I cannot begin to grasp what occurs as the ritual is performed, when this happens. As the symbols in the process of ritual are given belief. As they are given CREDENCE. / Drink. God created the world. This liquid the colour of blood was drawn from the endless flood of his wounds. / Eat. This explicit piece of the world is carved from God’s very flesh. You hold his skin, the meat of his body, within your mouth. Suffuse your senses with your faith, with your credence – extend your belief into gustatory frisson. Swallow. / BELIEVE..? / He is INSIDE YOU NOW. I am a passionately, fervently commited athiest. My disbelief is central to who I am and sacred to me… I am fascinated with theology, and religious history in general. From an archeological sense. I do find a great deal of it conceptually beautiful.
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The morning light in Hirst Wood, Saltaire, Yorkshire – ‘sister’ print to The Calling.
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Looking up at the altar and the surrounding area at this abandoned nursing home. This chapel was quite unusual in that it had a total of 7 altars, one main one as seen in this shot and then 6 littler ones around the outside which i have a pic or two of to upload later.
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Image by photographer Glennis Siverson, www.glennisphotos.com. Altar candles in a church in Santa Fe, New Mexico. “The light of the body is the eye.” – Matt. 6:22
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Looking down the Altar in the Cathedral, stunning stained glass window i am sure you will agree
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Lincoln Cathedral, or Lincoln Minster as it is also known, dates from 1072 when William the Conqueror instructed that the bishopric of this, then the largest diocese in England (covering the lands between the river Thames and the Humber), be moved from Dorchester, near Oxford, to Lincoln, where he had already established a castle in the old Roman upper city. The first Norman Bishop of Lincoln, Remigius had previously been a Benedictine monk, and a loyal supporter of William at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. The cathedral was finally consecrated in 1092. It has dominated the skyline of Lincoln since then and is a prominent landmark from many parts of Lincolnshire. Another in my series of Lincoln cathedral images, this time showing the area of the High Altar. /
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On Tranz IV,the monks of the Heavenly Temple believe this to be the Altar of the Gods and any who enter will be sacrificed. / And once a being looks upon this tapestry for the first time,it is very hard to disagree. But the way I look at this is, so many stars,nebula,galaxies,systems to explore, if I am to be the sacrifice…....then so be it!
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My dear RB friends, I appreciate your comments greatly! I prefer to reciprocate them rather than thank you individually so please do not be offended by my lack of replies here. I shall be commenting on your work instead. Thank you all… Astrid A detail from one of the side altars of the magnificent old church of Vittoriosa city in Malta.
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This is a detail from the altar of Mosta dome church. The altar has been ‘dressed up’ for the feast of the ascension of St.Mary, as has been the whole of the church. The detail is somewhat lost in such a small image….so you know what to do :) PS> I want to thank all of my freinds here at redbubble, and to all the people who kindly comment on my work, that I vewry much appreciate the support. I have decided not to reply to individual comments as it is too time consuming, and in fact I would prefer to browse your own folios and comment on your work instead! :) THANK YOU ALL!!!! xxx
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The altar at StThomas church in Blackpool Lancashire England.. /
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I thought the view looking down the hall from the Altar was stunning, then i walked to the other end and looked back, and it was even better!
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Captured this image of the Mayan Temple ruins in Altun Ha, Belize. Depicted is “The Temple Of Masonry Altars”, which is the largest structure here. Beautiful place, very peaceful area, inhabited by quite a few interesting bird species which I had never seen before. / This HDR image was created from a single image, using ReDynaMix.
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From Wikipedia: St. Michael’s Uniting Church is a Uniting Church in Australia church in Collins St in central Melbourne, Australia. Originally the Collins Street Independent Church, a Congregational Union of Australia church, and later Collins Street Uniting Church, it has become well known as a centre of liberal theology and political radicalism under its outspoken minister since 1971, Dr Francis Macnab, currently Executive Minister. The church became a congregation of the Uniting Church in Australia at its inception in 1977. Details: / Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mk II / Lens: Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8L II USM / Exposure: 5 exposures (-2.-1,0,+1,+2 EV) / Aperture: f/8 / Focal Length: 16 mm / ISO Speed: 100 / Accessories: Expodisc, Manfrotto 190XB Tripod, Manfrotto 322RC2 Heavy Duty Grip Ball Head, Canon RC1 Wireless Remote / Date and Time: 25 June 2009 12.00pm Post Processing: / Imported into Lightroom / Exported 5 exposures to Photomatix / Tonemap generated HDR using detail enhancer option / Re-imported back into Lightroom / Exported HDR and 0 EV exposure to CS3 and layered HDR on top of 0 EV / Brush tool to even out the light above the altar / Saturation layer (yellows) / Curves layer for contrast / Noise reduction layer / LucisArt 3 SE filter / Re-imported back into Lightroom / Sharpening in Lightroom / Added keyword metadata / Exported as JPEG
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My husband and I are avid enthusiasts of the art deco art nouveau periods. This shot was inspired by the sculptures of the era. It seems naked ladies prevailed on all things from clocks to lamps. Thats me in stockings and heels doing my best implied nude. The clock is a deco era original that still works. They are called “Jefferson Golden Hour” Clocks and known in the collector community as “The Mystery Clock” Believe it or not the PhotoShop on this photo is MINIMAL at best. We only saturated the red and brought out the details in the clock. All natural light on a slightly overcast day with some original ideas
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Photoshop Painting. Knocked up for a competition, also popes are great.. in the visual sense.
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Taken with a Canon 50D, Sigma 10-20 lens at 10mm, F11, shutter speed 6 seconds, ISO100, tweaked in Photoshop For my birthday in June we visited York for a few days, this shot was taken inside the amazing cathedral which is truly magnificent. York Minster, the second largest Gothic cathedral in northern Europe, stands at the city’s centre. The first Minster was built for the Baptism of an Anglo Saxon king called Edwin in 627 AD. It was small and built of wood and named after St Peter. This church slowly grew and developed into a quite large stone church. This church was badly damaged when York was captured by the Normans in 1069. Between 1080 and 1100 a new stone Minster was built, this was the direct ancestor of the Minster that we have today. In the year 1220 Archbishop Walter Gray started to rebuild the Norman church by making the South Transept much larger the north side was enlarged at about the same time. In 1295 work began on the Nave, which took 70 years to complete. The East end was started in about 1360 and was completed by around 1407 when the central tower collapsed. From 1407 to 1433 a new central tower was built. The Minster as we know it today was finally finished in the year 1472. It had taken about 250 years to build! (York minster.org) Please view large!
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by Brian CareyTaken yesterday at the first wedding I photographed in about 20 years, standing in the rain trying to hold an umbrella! The wedding took place at Placentia, Newfoundland, Canada. Camera Model Canon EOS 50D / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/400 / Av( Aperture Value ) 4.5 / ISO Speed 800 / Focal Length 40.0mm For more information please visit Brian’s Homepage or on Flickr
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Details: / Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mk II / Lens: Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8L II USM / Exposure: 5 exposures (-2,-1,0,+1,+2 EV) / Aperture: f/18 / Focal Length: 16mm / ISO Speed: 100 / Accessories: Expodisc, Manfrotto 190XB Tripod, Manfrotto 322RC2 Heavy Duty Grip Ball Head, Canon RC1 Wireless Remote / Date and Time: 20 October 2009 03.06pm Post Processing: / Imported into Lightroom / Exported 5 exposures to Photomatix / Tonemap generated HDR using detail enhancer option / Re-imported back into Lightroom / Exported to CS3 / Curves layer / Noise reduction layer / Lucisart 3D SE filter / Unsharp mask filter / Re-imported back into Lightroom / Spot removal in Lightroom / Added keyword metadata / Exported as JPEG
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Shot in the Liverpool Catholic cathedral, England. / Shot with a Nikon D70s / f 9.5 / 3 sec / ISO 200 /
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