Obsession
131 creative works found
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Clear your head, calm yourself, dream of floating…...... This isn’t real estate, or anything else…...this is just me in a state….. REAL ESTATE SERIES / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / BEACH / INDUSTRIAL / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES / SPAM PHOTOS
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Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been posting infrared images taken from a trip I took recently to the Antarctic Penisula. This small body of work was loosely called the ‘Taking me Home” series. In this body of work I have been trying to share how I felt to be there and what it meant to me and how I felt about finding my self there. The Infrared images and the titles of them refer in some way to a completion of a journey but it occures to me that if I don’t post the images from the point of were my fascination/obsession with this magical land of light and ice began then I can’t really expect people to really come to a point of understanding my own connectedness with the place. So I’m going to go back nine years to where it all began. In 1999 I had just completed my first masters degree in photo-media and was feeling pretty chuffed. As a reward my favourite uncle gifted me with a flight over Antarctica. Qantas do these wonderful New Years Eve luxury flights and he invited me to be his guest. Now lets be straight…. he’s not rich and neither am I. But he is a fantastic jazz muso who’s trio had the gig of providing the entertainment onboard and who all got to take a guest as part payment….. He’d done this a few years running and had taken his wife and the following year his daughter and then finally it was my turn… Woopee….. I flew cargo class with the band over Antarctica…. wonderful stuff and it was really a great adventure.. I, however had now idea how this trip was to impact on my future direction. I’ve been working with Infrared film for many years and truly love it so when I knew for sure I was going I gathered up a whole gaggle of cameras to take with me including my special infrared only SLR. This image I have posted is pretty much what I expected from my flight…. its shot around midnight high up in the sky from the window of the plane and shows the striated layers of the atmosphere and the tops of mighty mountain ranges coming up through the heavy cloud cover that was obsuring a clear view of the continent…..because of this heavy cloud the pilots of the plane kept turning and arcing around in the skys to find a good spot for us to view from….but we passengers were having a great time and the bar was open and flowing so we didn’t really think about it…. and remember this is what I imagined I shoot…. nothing more and nothing less. The next image I will post however has haunted and facinated me ever since that time and it is the peculiar and inexplicable nature of this one particular image that has led to my specific and unrelenting quest to find out what ever I can about the nature of light at the Poles…. Antarctica in particular…. it has shaped and determined my journey through life since I shot it all those years ago…I still haven’t worked it out and it still facinates me…. But that’s the next photograph and it will be the beginning of the journey back to the magical mysterious land of ice and light that tempers my very being. That journey will include a number of landscape and the light images also taken with Infrared film that I call the ‘The Neverland Collection” So bear with me this little trip will take a week or so to come to the point but today right now I’m going to start with this reasonably unremarkable image of the continent of Antarctica taken a mile up in sky at midnight on a New Years Eve nine years ago…. it’s the begin of a remarkable journey inward that I have taken and that I feel I would like share with you all…....
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Many people find a fascination with youth, beauty and the advancement of old age. As we all know looks fade and with age, there is another source / of beauty despite the wrinkles and apparent signs of aging that we all must face in what has been referred to as “the croning years.” In Western culture, there is so much emphasis on external beauty that women and men feel compelled to find surgical solutions, creams, botox, liposuction and any method possible to slow down the aging process and retain the appearance of youth. For hundreds of years we in the West have been taught to deny ourselves. “Mind over Matter” is a time-honored maxim that has merit in treating illness, but the danger is that true body wisdom or the messages we receive about our bodies must be ignored or denied. Every magazine gives us methods of ridding ourselves of undesirable pounds and the newest trends and fads for reversing the aging process. One woman born in the Netherlands and moved to the United States expressed her pain about her anorexic daughter who did not feel accepted or physically attractive unless she was frightfully thin. Her mom asked, what happened to the idea of “aging gracefully?” She felt that her elderly mother was more beautiful with age and the wrinkles on her aging face showed a wisdom and inner beauty that was absent in youth. Observing her daughter’s fierce compulsion to stop the clock and pursue anything that would mask the aging process was very painful to her mother, an immigrant to the United States who had enjoyed values that helped her deal with aging and the passage of time. She told me that the term “immigrant grief” described her inability to teach her daughter who was in her mid thirties that she was more beautiful now than ever before. Many women and men can not face aging and the general result is that the body and its functions have been relegated to the shadow side of life;regarded as dark and possibly evil. As Jung points out, “The body is a most doubtful friend because it produces things we do not like;there are too many things about the body which cannot be mentioned. The body is very often the personification of the shadow of the ego. Sometimes it forms the skeleton in the cupboard, and everybody naturally wants to get rid of such a thing.” We need our animal selves, our bone, muscle, and instinct-laden physicality to survive on this planet. One wonders why we as a culture have become so anti-body, as our very flesh were a disease against which we must wage war. Jung hoped that “we can reconcile ourselves to the mysterious truth that the spirit is the living body seen from within, and the body is the outer manifestation of the living spirit.” / For centuries many terrible cures attempted to cleanse the collective psyche or the ancient goddess worship that honored the female body as the matrix in which there were no divisions. There are many books that celebrate the return of the Goddess, to cherish the power of the feminine and to accept all the disowned parts of the psyche that lead us to illness and become pathological enough that we are forced to notice. When disowned aspects of ourselves are repressed, fear is projected onto the body in such forms as siren, enchantress, witch, hag and devouring mother. When we face our greatest fears, we also see the glimmering hope of of a new creative life. / When we accept that as we age our bodies are mortal, we can embrace our terrors and our failures and the hope for the celebrations to come, when what we have incubated emerges from the underworld. Legend and myth tell us again and again that transformation is possible. The maiden becomes the queen. The dragon becomes prince or princess. The fool becomes wise. The naive attitudes of youth change and develop. Slowly we become ourselves, free to be the keepers of memory and wisdom. We learn when to be silent and when to speak, what can be shared and what is secret. We learn to honor our bodies even as they begin to fail. We come to a visceral understanding of the cycles of change and our part in them. Ulrich Schaffer writes in his book of poems, Surprised By Light; “Again and again the miracle takes place / in the amazing transformation / in which the air turns into leaves / and the earth becomes roots, / in which the sun fills the seed to bursting / then lets it break open and sprouts, / New life breaks through / in the transformation of death. We are sustained by the surprise of the miracle, / by the change of the seasons, / and I am a link in this miraculous chain, / In me the unchangeable also changes, / and I know that I would break / the rhythm of creation / if I did not change / I would be dead to life / even as I continued to live. I am not yearning for great miracles, / but for the daily change, / the almost imperceptivle rebirth, / the insignificant miracle of growth, / which is greater than all others. “ It is a sad fact that as we approach old age, the deterioration or our bodies / seem loathsome. In fright, we run off into frantic activity, becoming too busy to think or feel as we sink deeper and deeper into a paralyzing depression. / Only rarely do we have the wisdom to honor our changes and allow their development. Most of us, unguided and untaught, flee in fear from the life that precedes our old age and death. Today in the Western world the human life span is increasing, and as it does, the need grows for a deeper wisdom that can help older persons honor rather than deny the physical and psychological relinquishing that precedes a late blooming. We are explorers of a stage of life that is different than it was for previous generations. The years of coming to age are now a new challenge and like most challenges bring the stresses of relinquishing familiar ways. Going through the changes of this time can be as exciting and as difficult as any outer journey. Those of us now coming to age are pathfinders, hopefully marking a way for others to follow.
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i love deer.
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You need to do something before this whole thing consumes you…. /
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As you can see I have an obsession with my friends house ‘Barn Cottage’ hope you’re not all getting bored of them because I’m not! Lol
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Yep – Another
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Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Six Word Story
by Jeff BurnsSet Alarm / Check Alarm / Recheck Alarm
See others: / Obsession – Six Word Story / Addiction – Six Word Story / Addiction II – Six Word Story / Addiction III – Six Word Story
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painting on plastered board. / all hail the bean / nectar of the gods / obsession / addiction / worship / mmmmm
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For monochrome lovers everywhere…
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OBSESSIVE COMPLUSION
by AQUALINAAs in all things when I am at my most vunerable, life always has a way of sending me the fart hidden in the whoopee cushion.
A tongue in cheek piece of neuroticism on: the dangers of social comparison, when you are an artist with obsessive compulsive habits who likes to write notes.
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Digital mixed media / Copyright © LiorG 2007
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My first book published!
by Ata AlishahiHello everyone My first book titled ” Obsess with nature” has been published and avaliable for purchase. In this book 48 of my art wor…
Hello everyone My first book titled ” Obsess with nature” has been published and avaliable for purchase. In this book 48 of my art works with lots of Inspirational Quotes featured. View and buy here Thank you everyone :) / Love / Ata
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Obsession
by MtnManThe most recent submission of mine called “Cucamonga Falls” brings some thoughts to light. It is a photo taken long ago when I was 23 I t…
The most recent submission of mine called “Cucamonga Falls” brings some thoughts to light. It is a photo taken long ago when I was 23 I think. I have been to this location since and have maybe ten other versions of it. Some of those have a log next to the waterfall that fell there, others are in sunlight and the exposures suffered. This slide was on the bluish side and covered with dust and paint splashes. It took three hours just to remove the flaws, another hour to post process it to my liking. I could hike to the waterfall again in that amount of time! However, there is no water in it now, and rubble from recent fires may have filled the pool. Taggers have probably spray painted the rock walls since I have been there last but it has been four years, though I hope they have not. I may get a few faves, some comments too, but it is not likely to sell at all. Yet I continue to do this incredible amount of work just so I can see now what I saw then. Am I an artist or just a guy with a camera and a compulsive disorder? Artists are compelled to do what they want to do and that it is what I find interesting about them. It does not pay, fans are few and the time spent doing this is never coming back. Yet there is nothing I’d rather do. Thanks for the recent community posting and features I have had in recent weeks. I am planning on doing some Christmas shopping here soon and I suggest if you give somebody a shirt or a print of some kind this year, get it from Redbubble!
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i collected these for weeks
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I know, I know, i have realised that i have a problem, i think it is called ORD obsessive reflection disorder or somethin’ . it is getting worse all the time but i just cant help it. i’m so easily distracted by shiny and mirrory and relflecty objects! worse than a magpie i tell ya. aaaaaa
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World Citizen
by pinkelephantWe drove to his flat in a green ’85 Citroen. The passenger door had to be held shut.
Interested to know whether this works :) I wrote it for a short stories group challenge centred around this photo by David Malcolmson.
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Obsession - Six Word Story
by Jeff Burnsredbubble / redbubble / redbubble / redbubble / redbubble / redbubble
See others: / Addiction – Six Word Story / Addiction II – Six Word Story
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a series on our weight-obsessed culture 3/8 available as a 8×12 inch print
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painting on plastered board / series of 6 / addiction, obsession, passion
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painting on plastered board / series of 6 coffee images
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