Dream freedom
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When i look at this landscape (before i took the photograph) i couldnt help myself not to think “this is fantastic! it looks like a dream”. I love that about photography, and art… Being able to turn something “usual” into a dream :) Anyway, it looked like a path to freedom, like the gates to heaven or something like it. Taken in Pucón, Chile.
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Sunset on Naroch lake, Belarus.
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A red balloon in danger
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Flower
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Every art progam known to modern man.
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...Cinderella Dreaming was ok right up to the point where she realized that she actually preferred hiking boots…freedom to roam where she pleased and to answer to no-one else but herself and her dreams PS manipulation of several of my paintings and sketches plus image of my well worn boot. Copyright Candy Matthews Inspired by the archytypal story of Cinderella
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Butterfly in Black. /
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This year, 19th January is Martin Luther King Jr. Day Read his infamous speech in it’s entirety — I am neither black, nor american, nor downtrodden or disadvantaged in most senses of the word, though reading into the subject in preparation for the coming holiday, I went with something simple on the basis that no matter how fancy I tried to make this, it could not stand up to the image of the great man himself. So a couple of hours in Illustrator later, here it is. I hope some of the people viewing this image take the time to read his speech, I believe in many ways it’s as pertinent today as it was in the summer of 1963, be it for the colour of your skin, or for the choices and situations we all face in life.
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Taken in Venice 2007 at a Gallery.
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A magical spirit horse gallops through our dreams bringing passion and freedom to our night thoughts.
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Baltic sea, sailing boat season
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Sailing boat and sunset
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.........................THE WEB….................................................................. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— I dreamed last night…as per usual my dreams are never good…I dreamed the internet was the beginning…the beginning of the human web that would ensnare all humankind in a web of fear and control. That we as humans would lose our humanity because we would become attachments to the thing… the entity…that we had created. We already have become attachments, all you have to do is go to a coffee shop and look around. People don’t talk to each other anymore, they are too busy staring at their computers. That same computer that knows your all of your personal and private information, and believe me it does, whether you know it or not. There are people and places, and especially the government, that do nothing else but busy themselves compiling that information, so that they know more and more and more about you, so that they can have more and more and more control over you. And eventually this control will take on a life of its own because we will enable it to do so. All of our personal information will be in a microchip…our money and finances, our access to necessities and services, our medical needs and history, our mobility and ability to travel, our personal tastes, our fantasies, sexuality and dreams, our political status…our freedom. Easier to control…made easier every day by the growing web of technology that we are enabling it to weave around us. Will we have the right to be too shocked when the spider starts its decent down to us to do the final wrapping and we can feel its strong weight on the web strings of our personal freedoms, liberties and boundaries…until it reaches us and very slowly wraps our captured bodies, souls, and hearts in its tight little ball of web string and then very slowly punctures us with its blood sucking aparatus…and very, very slowly drains all of our life force and our blood…and then leaves our dead corpses to go do more spinning. JANE À PARIS Writing Copyright ©2009 JANE À PARIS / Artwork Copyright ©2009 JANE À PARIS Description: Strong possibilities…bad dreams.
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MIXED MEDIA – INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo SURREAL REALITY DESK / _________ It is scary , alarming, bloodcurdling, chilling, creepy, hair-raising surreal reality. She is in dead grey. She is sitting down at the desk with her head and body resting on the top of the desk. She looks like she is sleeping. It does look a little eerie like she might be dead or something, just because she is all slumped over the top of the desk like that. But then the lights and colors come on. They are really vibrant, flashing, and psychoactive. It is like all of a sudden we are at a stage show with disco tech music. It is a large production and she is the only star. She, and her desk. She is dancing in her chair, on her chair, and around her chair. She sits on the desk, dances on the desk, and dances around the desk. She takes off her clothes and puts them back on, and takes them off again. But no one really cares, to them she is always naked, clothed or not clothed. It is just a state of her being really. Just like she is always at or with her desk whether she wants to be or not. Where she is, her desk is, and where her desk is, she is. It is just a fact of her surreal reality that is inescapable. And what a desk to be trapped with and attached to forever. It is no high tech state of the art brand new stylishly modernistic desk. Oh no, it is a old knobby pine desk that is easily dented and has been doodled on throughout the years. It has a lot of pine knots and some parts are not even real, but just cheap press board and Elmer’s glue. So what makes it so interesting to look at? Probably the fascination factor that we can, and no one can stop us, especially her. The presentation or production of this material is something she knows she has no choice about. No matter how we look at it, that damned desk is always in her picture. They make everything she does into pornography. And she knows this, that is why the circles are so deep and battleship dark under her eyes, because she doesn’t ever really sleep very well at that desk, but it is where she is stuck. Her nightmare of existence. That is why she makes such a show of dancing to and fro atop her cheap old knotty pine desk, because she is mad-dog bitter. Her eyes are all ablaze from the trauma of the show, and the heavy dusky smoke that hangs in the air. But now the heavy dusky smoke has subsided and the bright, vibrant, flashing, psychoactive, neon, and multi-colored disco lights have been replaced with the bright lights of last call. She realizes that she is in a red light district bar. An extremely seedy bar. She is always in a seedy bar, there is no escape. They only thing she can do to make the seediness go away is dance the best most unbelievable and amazing high-class dance that a girl ever had to dance, and she does, but now she is tired, dog dead tired, and she needs to rest again. An ever so heavily weighted gravity pulls her toward her eternal mate and the hope of dreams to escape her surreal reality. It is time to go back to sleep. Everyone has left. The party is over for now. She is tired from all the exertion, she drank too much and should never have danced that much, especially with no clothes on. She wants to throw up. She is exhausted. She slumps over the desk again, resting her head on top. The lights go out and it is dark again. Once again there is no color. It is scary. She is in dead grey. Maybe there will be another show on another day in the future. Maybe, that is all. Fin. JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description: Just another day at work…in political hell.
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Various ornamental eggs in negative.
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Yucca
by IngridSonjaTaken in South Africa 2009.
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This lake and Botanical Gardens in George, South Africa started out as a reservoir and is now home to many varieties of birds and other wildlife. Taken October 2009. FEATURED IN ‘FAUNA, FLORA, LANDSCAPES AND ARCHITECTURE OF SOUTH AFRICA 2009.
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