seabluedreaming

Photography, Art, Writing, Poetry

Art Photography #1 – Fading Colours

Fading Color I

 

Fading Color II

 

Fading Color III

Vertical Ascent #2

Steel beam at Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Steel beam at Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Vertical Ascend #1

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Tate Modern, London, April 2013
Tate Modern, London, April 2013

 

We made it as finalists!!!

We made it as finalists … but didn’t win.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/64987324″>Children of the Sun</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user10364181″>Leanne Rivers</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

Filmed and directed by Leanne Rivers, http://www.leannekiddorivers.wordpress.com

The video was selected as finalist in April 2013 – genero.tv/watch-video/35170

EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #2

Tate Modern 1

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

 

Tate Modern 2

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Doesn’t Death give birth to Life?

Doesn’t Death give birth to Life?

Gravestone at Highgate cemetery, London.

Gravestone at Highgate cemetery, London.

What is Death?

I always had too much memory

stilllookingtwo.jpg~originalI can describe in detail places, the weather, the mood of 20 years ago. My friends are surprised, they who can hardly even remember the very special events in their lives. Details ivade me, I go over it all. My friends slowly tire of all my regrets; I am not good company. Especially because for some time, the shadow that follows me is not mine. It is much smaller and lighter and sometimes I can hear it whispering, laughing, telling me stories or even whine a bit when I move too fast and it is tired. I really believe that I regognize this shadow. I talk whith it and only it pleases me. I get the feeling the world is slowly moving away and soon it will only be my shadow friend and me. There will come a day when I will no longer be able to stand, we think that day will never come but it is not always because of old age. Far away from the pack, my words will glide over the smooth bodies of others, we will no longer understand each other and I will already be long gone. In the crowd which I never liked, I will feel even less apt at elbowing out a place for myself. I’ll slide down the slope. In the wind, under the tree, it is ashes that will flow over my hands. The screen of the world will show films in an unknown dialect, the images will be unfamiliar to me and emotionally empty. No tears in my eyes which no longer want to see neither beauty nor ugliness, neither the insipid nor tragedy, nothing will ever resemble what I loved because I love no more.

Inside the Borders of Illusion

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Inside the Borders of Illusion

Film & Video

Exciting new project in progress

Film & Video.

A life not so fair

Picture taken with a Canon EOS 650D at Borough Food Market, London, on a Saturday.

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Waiting for someone to reach my hand

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I can’t sit and stare into the dark

like you

I carry fire in my chest

it chases me

up and down and up again

I move tireless through empty rooms

day and night

my throat is strangled

I can’t breathe

I can’t even cry

everything

is like stone

in a world

in which “I am” no more

waiting for you

The Light

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EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #1

A creation every day

Imagination

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Through the hole

At the bottom of the cavern

The imagination

Escapes intact

I Endure

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I endure the darkness of winter and the east winds and the snow. I endure being a prisoner of time. I endure getting up for work before dawn. I endure crowded streets and trains. I endure working in a job that I don’t like. I endure being tired every day. I endure processed food. I endure coming home late – tired. I endure pain. I endure time. I endure and endure for all this means nothing to me. The past was yesterday. I see the end and know there is no escape. There is nothing in my heart. There is nothing in my head. I endure. That’s how I live. That’s how I suffer – patiently.
I endure that happiness will not last. I endure that there is no escape from suffering. I endure ignorance and a world that’s stripped of its brilliance – left with little substance. I endure a world ruled by greed and these words of creed. I endure the wolf in sheep’s clothing – preaching and stopping souls from searching. I endure a world of madness that leaves a trail of sadness. There is a war going on in my head; the world has gone mad. I endure mass manipulation. I endure the worship of idols on an endless intrusive filmstrip. There is nothing in my eyes; for all this means nothing to me. I endure illusions bringing confusion. I endure meaningless action for the purpose of distraction. I endure man’s corruption and freedom’s dysfunction. I endure aggression and oppression. I endure equality in uniforms – boxed in. I endure love that never last and a painful past. I endure and endure and that’s how they labeled me insane. How I can love, I do not ask. All dreams I ever had gone burst too fast. I once was blind, but now I see us all dance to the sounds of war like never before.
Empty eyes in the mirror tell me that I can’t allow myself to feel happiness. My hands reached out for no good, I am unable to relieve myself from this position.