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Ghostly Portraits Painted Onto Layers of Netting by Uttaporn Nimmalaikaew

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RAFFAELLO DE VITO atmosfere

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Sparkling frost prisms.

Oct 2015, Southern Lapland, Finland.

by Tiina Törmänen | web | FB | IG |

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Gabriele Beveridge -Mainland-15

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Januz Miralles Digitally Manipulates And Transforms The Human Figure Into A New State Of Being

Digitally Manipulates And Transforms The Human Figure Into A New State Of BeingLike melting wax drips and forms new shapes, so does Januz Miralles’ digital manipulations mold his once recognizable subject. The artist digitally applies paint and illustration to change photographs of faces and bodies into otherworldly beings. The figures in his work are left partially untouched, some with only a mouth or an eye peaking through, while the rest is covered by stunning, organic strokes of paint traveling up and across the composition. Although the women in his work look conventionally beautiful, they look even more alluring with globs of thick, digitally applied paint covering most of their faces. Miralles’ highly textural technique alters each figure’s state of being, as if they are ascending to another world or perhaps disintegrating completely.

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The Return (Возвращение / Vozvrashcheniye), 2003 Directed by Andrey Zvyagintsev

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Yeong Ja Jung - ‘Exposure on the Mirror’ (1980)

Julia Keil - Still

“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. - Havelock Ellis

For me, photography has always been something deeply personal and therapeutic and these images are a reflection of that. Each image was taken in a different location from Hong Kong to Germany, where I'm originally from and represent an aspect of myself. They are the space between past and future and an internal reflection on my external world, allowing me to let go. By letting go I mean letting go of inhibitions, of worry, of the negative or overbearing thoughts that come with history and crowd your brain on a daily basis. The past and the future disappear and all that you are left with is you and the view you have of that moment reflected back at you through your viewfinder. Every time I'm about to take a picture, I literally hold my breath. I don't let go of that breath until I press the shutter release and when I do, something in me releases with it. It's a kind of meditation. With every click, I let go a little and I become lighter because of it, while simultaneously gaining a realisation that I am present, that I exist, in that very moment.”

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Untitled by Gundula Blumi

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Charles Petillion

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Morocco.Fez.The interior of Bou inania coranic Medresa decorated with thousands of blue glazed tiles.

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Morocco.Chefchaouen.Through the Medina.1987

YINCHEN CHEN - Companionship

“Growing up in the city, I kept pictures of specific corners in my memory. This is perhaps because of the way I grew up.Moving, saying goodbye and readjusting are things that constantly happen. That’s why I love to look for familiar things in the new environment to connect to the past.

As time goes by, those specific things from those special corners in my memory become a unique element living in the city I’m in. With a busy lifestyle, I sometimes forget those warm pictures that were once in my memory. When I moved to the States, returning to the field of art, I once again started to seek that familiar corner in this strange new city.

This series of pictures is a dialogue between me and myself. They reveal my emotions as I enter new cities. They sometimes convey what I see of me in these new cities. I was perhaps lonely or perhaps waiting- waiting for a place I am able to call mine. At the same time, this creative work process has given me a chance to self-reflect. When I see the stories and emotions of these people in the city, I remember those warm corners in my memory. They are the corners that made me smile in a strange new city. They are the corners that are filled with these calm yet powerful “bits”. These bits maybe a row of white daisies in front of a blue window or the roots of an old tree popping out of the cement. These bits has become unique companionship for me in the city. Therefore, in my work, I also want to present the companionship I want to make for the city.

The city is not just a place where we live in, but what we live alongside with.”

https://www.lensculture.com/explore?category_id=1&modal=true&modal_type=project&modal_project_id=198858

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Morocco.El Kelaa.Valley of Rose.1981

Kate Smuraga - Letter from the quiet town.

“Hello my dear unknown friend!

Oh, it is so hard to be honest with yourself. To tell my story I need to start from the beginning.I was born in a quiet soviet town with green alleys, sandboxes and lingering rebuilding. We lived on the outskirts in a new lofty apartment house. The yard was lively and noisy and everyone knew each other. When I was a child, my friends told me that their parents had found them in a cabbage or that the stork had brought them. My first best friend was always proud that she had been found in strawberry. My parents were always busy with work and didn't tell me the story of my birth so I didn't know where I had come from. But this mystery made me some kind of an inventor.The world is infinitely broad in childhood. Together with my friends I made my first adventures in wastelands, in roadside forests...Many years have passed but my hometown remains the same. Only the yard has become quiet and I don't know who lives there anymore.One day I found myself in the middle of an all-sufficient stone city where I’d moved. I looked at the world and didn't understand how to live in that place. It was difficult to admit to myself that I didn't want to live in it anymore. So I came back to my boring provincial town. It's more than a thousand years old but I can't find and feel this antiquity. My town is being permanently destroyed and rebuilt. This is not a town — it is rather an illusion of it. While living there you feel that all life is only a dream. I love my town for its strange feature: it pushes you away by its reality so all you can do is to give free rein to your imagination.I feel like everyone who lives there is in a kind of internal exile. Do you think it is bad? I don't know.Frankly speaking, I'm a little bit afraid of the future, which should be more concrete, more synthetic, more rational.I’ve left all attempts to be "adult".I wish the future life will be more poetic and less about psychoanalysis. I naively dream about fairy tales for all of us.Because life is more than any ideology, life is more than any our ideas about life.Dear friend, let life continue even if the childhood is not over in a grown-up!Maybe these photographs will tell you things words can't describe. I hope you could feel something familiar in the eyes of my friends on pictures.

Sincerely,your friend Kate S. from Vitebsk.”

https://www.lensculture.com/articles/kate-smuraga-letter-from-the-quiet-town

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