#(metaphoric)

[dreamydespair]

After the Rain

The blue sky now has turned to gray

My happy heart’s now filled with pain

I hope it’s true when they say

That every cloud runs out of rain

[ophelia-network]

Who ever said that one was born just once? Jacques Derrida

Message From Darkness by Katherine Lucy Petersons @ktpartist

[lorienfae]

Gray Ethos

In steely clouds I saw not rain but you, once sintered and vitrified by lightning into a Vitruvian Man fulgurite, raw molded and vivified. Those gray feldspar eyes haunted me through the gloom, through the doom and the churning of the twister that cast forth a bloodcurling banshee wail. ©️ Anna S., 2021

[vlq-audiovisual]

“La idea de la grieta”

Fotografía de una bombilla desde abajo.

Estamos frente a un plano nadir, desde abajo, en el que la bombilla queda en el punto fuerte superior derecho, cosa que le da protagonismo y peso visual.

Además a esto hay que añadirle la grieta, que crea una línea que nos guía hasta la bombilla desde la zona inferior izquierda, atravesando la imagen.

El blanco y negro resalta el contraste del blanco de la pared contra el negro de la grieta, haciendo que esta destaque en mayor medida.

Cámara: Nikon D7500

ISO: 100

Apertura de diafragma: f/7.1

Velocidad de obturación: 1/500 seg

Distancia focal: 18 mm

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[trishanipha]

Once a dear friend saw that I was a little upset, stressed and tired. So she told me it was like I was swimming furiously to float in the sea...instead maybe I should have stopped, stay still like a starfish, chill and calm down.

[warrenhair]

Untitled #8, 2017, oil on canvas, 80x50cm #warrenhairart #warrenhair #oilpainting #painting #metaphoric #abstraction @abstractpaintingmexico (at Riviera Nayarit) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGSdjVkF-61/?igshid=7vfca3ss1isf

[hannahflowerspoetry]

the universe placed you directly in front of me how am i not supposed to notice? you smile at me from across the room and i forget how to walk my legs turn into bags of sand and the floor is the ocean and i am sinking you reach in and pull me out and breathe fresh air into my lungs my heart is still racing from the adrenaline i wonder what it’s like to kiss you if your lips are like honey then i want to be the honeycomb coated in layers of you if your eyes are like stars then i want to be an astronaut floating aimlessly in a sea made of you