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the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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magnifique je crois voir des toiles!!
ReplyDeleteIs it possible that some colors can possibly act as drugs... ? Or is it just a certain level of fatigue after a long night at the factory ? Causing me to see things here which are surely figments of my imagination...
ReplyDeleteAh... YELLOW !
And if you listen carefully to the words of this song :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj_kK1j3CV0
There is a line in there which says : "The sky was yellow and the sun was blue..."
Well, the first part applies here. I love the high tension electric wires in the distance, they are obviously fueling these images with high voltage... and perhaps the photographer too is picking up energy from them...
just love the yellow fields...
ReplyDeleteu have a great creative eye.
Gratefully
D*fusion
(http://dandorfer1.blogspot.com/)
Lovely set of shots, I often look at the fields of rape seed but never new quite ho to handle it..You have shown us how!
ReplyDeleteHi Roxana,
ReplyDeleteIt does seem that the sun has poured liquid gold upon the earth. These are beautifully done, really they are. I can get lost in them on so many different levels!
... stunning ... it was such a struggle, during our exile, waiting for the light that bursts from these fields, but now it erases the steps behind us, pierces us with vision...
ReplyDeleteyou see ... what else ... you see....
all are wonderful, but numbers 1 and 6 and the last(!) -- i die there ....
the first one is perfect. simple, yet dynamic and floating.
ReplyDeleteI picture you in that golden field, with your dark hair and white skin.
I cannot read a more beautiful poem.
dearest, your spirit and your viscerally vaulting visions are irremediably fungible. You exhaust me (and i am so glad).
ReplyDeleteA noua fiind nerevendicata, o gasesc densa si plina de mister, are detalii, are perspectiva, are contrast dar si luminozitate, invita la reverie si te aduce apoi brusc cu picioarele pe pamant....prea mult aur si numai "alchimista" din spatele camerei stie secretul, noi bietii muritori nu-l vom sti niciodata.
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha! show me up why don't you! lol
ReplyDeletei did go out today and again forgot the camera! i'm actually going to buy another one to go in my bike gear. did see some owls tho...
Photos thick with pollen... and pollination ...
ReplyDeletedas Gesicht der Sonne in jedem Licht..! Wie schön sind Deine Bilder und wie nachdenklich sie machen. Manche sind Gemälde, manche klare Gedanken und manches ein Gedicht. Ich finde, und das ist nun für mich, dass das "Aufgehen der Sonne" hier sehr gut zum heiligsten der buddhisten Feste passt, nämlich dem Vesakh-Fest, das gerade eben stattfindet.
ReplyDeleteNun, sicher hast Du schon gemerkt, liebe Roxana, dass nun auch ich hier bei Dir zuhause bin!
Lieb umarme ich Dich und wünsche Dir nur Licht!
Renée
und ja, vergass: das Zitat über die Schönheit, ich habe es gelesen und, so glaube ich, auch verstanden. Es auf diese Art zu sehen, ist wunderschön...! :-)
ReplyDeleteDanke Dir für Deine lieben Worte, Roxana!
Renée
J'ai plein de pollen dans les yeux Roxana ;-)
ReplyDeleteEst-ce le chemin pavé d'or qui conduit de l'autre côté de l'arc-en-ciel ?...Somewhere over the rainbow...
Bon week-end Roxana magique
.....and chrysographic: gold on gold
ReplyDeleteon gold, orpiment layed aether-thick in gossamers untouchable, impossible hues, all these visual
analogs to Trakl's colorist brillance.
Gorgeous, and yet ominous.
ReplyDeleteRoxana...
ReplyDeletequelle est douce et enivrante cette balade dans ton printemps,enivrante des pollens de vie qui s'étirent dans la plaine jaunie...
la première est ma favorite ce mélange est totalement électrique...
tu es une source de créativité intarissable...merci pour ces moments de beauté que tu nous offres....c'est comme un baume sur des blessures...je t'embrasse...a bientot...:o)
étonnant !
ReplyDeletej'aime beaucoup ton monde, j'y retourne :-)
draga mea,aceasta suprematie a galbenului m-a invins,are toata ordinea si inflorirea,apoi odihna lui fericita se prelinge in estompare;si cred ca nu a lasat nimic razlet
ReplyDeleteYellow tends so strongly to brightness, that there can never be a colour such as dark yellow. It may therefore be stated that there is a strong physical kinship between yellow and white. Kandinsky would have been honoured to know your photography.
ReplyDeleteit's the eighth pic down for me, such detail in the foreground like an etching, sharply focused against the haze.
ReplyDeleteJe reviens prendre une dose de pollen magique (cela devrait être recommandé par la faculté de médecine :)
ReplyDeleteMes préférées sont la 4, la 7 et la 11...pour le travail sur la lumière.
Original... une vision surréaliste et fantomatique digne de stephen king , des jaunes encore des jaunes de quoi nous mettre la tête à l'envers ... Bravo ! Roxana.
ReplyDeleteohhhh i am really overwhelmed, so many kind and generous words, so much empathy and poetic sensitivity, i don't know how to thank you, my dear precious readers. the Bridge bows to you all, deeply.
ReplyDeleteunfortunately i am too busy at the moment for being able to answer individually, but rest assured i treasure each and every word.
je vous remercie de tout coeur, tout ce que vous me dites me touche beaucoup et je vous suis reconnaissante... malheuresement je n'ai pas le temps de repondre plus en detail, mais je vous envoie des bises pleines de soleil et toutes mes couleurs...
ReplyDeletea bientot!
Renée, habe vielen lieben Dank fuer Deine einfuehlsamen Worte, wie immer spuerst du sofort, was das Wesen der Bilder ausmacht... wenn Robert auf Englisch schreibt, bist Du die einzige, die auf Deutsch kommentiert, und ich freue mich so sehr darueber, dass endlich mal auch ein bisschen Deutsch auf der Bruecke zu hoeren ist :-)
ReplyDeleteliebste Gruesse und bis bald!