Thursday, April 30, 2009

Springfield
























(An old painting of mine.)

For labor day!!

One plane, two worlds.

Heterochromia














My first encounter in person.

Human Nature: Justice versus Power -- Noam Chomsky debates with Michel Foucault, 1971
























also on youtube..

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Chomsky: Let me begin by referring to something that we have already discussed, that is, if it is correct, as I believe it is, that a fundamental element of human nature is the need for creative work, for creative inquiry, for free creation without the arbitrary limiting effect of coercive institutions, then, of course, it will follow that a decent society should maximise the possibilities for this fundamental human characteristic to be realised. That means trying to overcome the elements of repression and oppression and destruction and coercion that exist in any existing society, ours for example, as a historical residue.
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Foucault: And if one admits that, doesn't one risk defining this human nature which is at the same time ideal and real, and has been hidden and repressed until now - in terms borrowed from our society, from our civilisation, from our culture. .... The result is that you too realised, I think, that it is difficult to say exactly what human nature is.

Devil's in the detail...

Geometry of light..

The beauty of the neglected..

Es muss Sein, Es muss Sein, Es muss Sein...

I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

















by Paulo Coelho

A taste of life is all I long for...


In a split second, they are connected;






















on one line.

How can something be such beautifully ugly..


















Modern art.. .. ..

Monday, April 27, 2009

To consume and to be consumed

I guess that is the nature of blogging.

No wonder it thrills nowadays.

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Just found an interesting title of a journal

Collateral Casualties of Consumerism
Zygmunt Bauman
Journal of Consumer Culture 2007; 7; 25

Abstract. Collateral victims of consumerism are the ‘flawed consumers’ – lacking resources that socially approved consumer activity requires. Collateral damages refer to the new frailty of inter-human bonds resulting from the transfer of consumerist patterns upon relations between humans. Collateral casualties of consumerism are all men and women affected by either of these and thereby confronted by a series of unfamiliar challenges difficult or impossible to cope with.

To understand in order to be understood.
























Understanding creates pleasure.

To be understood brings happiness.

Pleasure usually comes more often.

Here I dance with life.

A Confession

























of me as a person who takes pictures.

1. I feel very embarrassing when I meet a photographer
(either a real or fake one)

2. I enjoy taking pictures in dark night more than day light.
And I dont use tripod.

3. I need light, color, line and shape to make a good shot,
without planning.

4. I guess I am super sensitive to light and color.

5. I cannot describe beauty well, but I know it when I see it.

6. I switched from Canon to Nikon D40 recently. Love its 6 MP.

7. I hope one day someone can dialogue with me using photos.

8. I indulge myself into visual metaphors a lot.

9. I usually capture sadness, solitude, ..... etc etc with my camera.

10. The best camera to me is my brain.

11. I sometimes feel trembling when I take some shots.

12. I dont know many functions of my camera. Once I did not know how to change the shutter speed and also aperture in a setting with my Canon.

13. If I can relive my life again, I want to be a fashion photographer, of course, with my
own style. But I think I will get OD with beauty and desensitized very quick, maybe within
the first month? And I am just too personal and subjective to be a photo journalist.

14. I once took a photograph which I thought I could submit it to NG.

15. I enjoy much about taking pictures. But no PS, I only use picasa, too lazy.

16. I am obsessed with taking pictures of trees!!!

Who can ever think,

























that Jazz and piano can fuse with such
harmony.


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I loves you, porgy,
Dont let him take me
Dont let him handle me
And drive me mad
If you can keep me
I wanna stay here with you forever
And Ill be glad.

I don't(do) want to be him out there, do(don't) you?

Sakura in the dark

Why try so hard to protect?

















Things that are deemed to be not worthy so.

Here I stand.

























With the past in front of me, I put my future
behind.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Which one is me?

Just leave me alone. Thank you.

Still blue, nothing but the blue.
































Over drafted photos in the hard drive a long time ago.
Went out and took some pics.
More to come,
one by one..

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Twelve was a little art project of mine.

--April 2009.

Enjoy!

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Every era has to reinvent the project of "spirituality" for itself. (Spirituality = plans, terminologies, ideas of deportment aimed at the resolution of painful structural contradictions inherent in the human situation, at the completion of human consciousness, at transcendence.)

In the modern era, one of the most active metaphors for the spiritual project is "art."

from- The Aesthetics of Silence by Susan Sontag

A 'not a forward' forward borrowed shamelessly from Sontag.

I am a spy. You can't see me. You can't see me.
























My name is Bond. James Bond.

by 007

Who say I need to be on diet!!

















Beauty is within the soul and shows through by calmness, kindness and peace.

by Gillian Laub

Lady, you first.


















In the land of vulgar, a half gentleman is King.

Nothing is impossible. I will get to where I want to be.
























The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

by Anais Nin

This is my floor. Watch me!

























Without music, life would be a mistake.... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.

by Nietzsche

Baby, baby, don't cry. I am here, by your side.
























The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

by Honoré de Balzac

I am not drunk, I am not drunk, I am not drunk, I am not drunk,

I always walk my own way, bugger off!
















People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson