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Photo-Synthesis
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| Jan 1
The Art-Photography
in multidimensional readings towards Synthesis . . .
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I.M.possible
future
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Converging Flames . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . at Zenith .
On the night of 31 December i wanted to light 1 candle. Having none at home, i went out to buy it, with white in mind. I found it, but an orange one seemed to offer a creative stimulus. Finally, i saw a black one, and realised i had to pair it with the white one. Strangely, at midnight i completely forgot to light them. I then promised to light them at mid-day sharp on January 1. They found their spot on this pedestal, next to the Fruit of Life, double sided in black and iridescent white. .
. My long and long lasting orange dress honoured the stimulus to Illuminated Creativity, dressed. The phrase i was synchronically given 11 years ago was evoked: "You are the dream of the future, bearing fruits to life " And so I keep Feeling and Assuming MySelf, in the continuous Synthesis of the polarities that converge in the One Flame. I Count You in. .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Converging Flames . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . at Zenith .
| Feb 1
Light Colour Sound
GEOMETRY
transparent Gold 13
Orange persistence
Son Afonso left 1 week ago. Since then, deep cleaning with stimulating innovations at home. In this, after washing this little colourless bottle, which has long been kept for geometric attraction, i discovered the 13 at the bottom. The photo for my sons came out like this. Integrated shadow, Gold Mirrors Gold. Gold-Orange . . .
. . . claiming and calling to itself several pieces in this colour that have been gathered from past and recent years. In my sons' room, which has now received two black-grey-white bed covers from my earlier years, these colour notes: the pre-existing cushion on one side, the dress used in New Year's Eve on the other, and in the foreground . . .
Orange is my birth colour, for those who feel this numerology in their constitution and expression. Creativity is its corresponding energy as in me, well expressed here, dancing pregnant wearing that same dress, in a celebration directed at the one whose first son i bear in my womb and would be born 17 days later (1995). Now it is time to give birth to the Dream of the Future, the Fruit of Life in the Cosmic Womb. No place for any reducing distortion of this Gold-Orange that brings the *New*.
Son Afonso left 1 week ago. Since then, deep cleaning with stimulating innovations at home. In this, after washing this little colourless bottle, which has long been kept for geometric attraction, i discovered the 13 at the bottom. The photo for my sons came out like this. Integrated shadow, Gold Mirrors Gold. Gold-Orange . . .
. . . deep BlackGreyWhite
"É a hora da Verdade."
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"E tem arco-íris!"
Video on the left filmed by Alexandre on 31.05.2018 in a space we visited during his stay. He played with "Portal", and the moment i crossed it i saw a rainbow projected on the floor. On 05.01.2020, out of nowhere, he shared the video. Without knowing it, he converged with the 'home door' project, waiting for almost 2 decades and now finally in progress, imperatively replaced today, 05.02.2020. The key-ring got a new key, the photo added the colour to it on its own. A Verdade Anuncia-se . . .
Door discarded from another apartment. Alexandre helped me bring it in 2018, Afonso helped me start the restoration on the eve of his departure in 2020. I bought the lock, only available in gold, but then i was undecided between gold and silver, due to the other elements inside and outside (doorknobs and others of origin). When we were about to assemble it to the door, Afonso put an end to my indecision by affirming promptly: "Tem que assumir o Ouro" A Verdade Afirma-se . . .
Days later, for full accuracy, this 3rd photo was due, with the inside doorknob now sanded and - like the door and its frame - freed from the layers of time and human additions and returned to its original silver tone material. Key and its key-set in place complete the Gold-Silver-Wood synthesis of the Door. Then, the Window followed, returning it to its original colour and texture. In total, many hours of strength, dust, sanding sheets, nails, skin well-worn . . . . . . em Verdade.
Video on the left filmed by Alexandre on 31.05.2018 in a space we visited during his stay. He played with "Portal", and the moment i crossed it i saw a rainbow projected on the floor. On 05.01.2020, out of nowhere, he shared the video. Without knowing it, he converged with the 'home door' project, waiting for almost 2 decades and now finally in progress, imperatively replaced today, 05.02.2020. The key-ring got a new key, the photo added the colour to it on its own. A Verdade Anuncia-se . . .
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Then, back home from shortly out to buy lunch, my eye caught something on the pavement that i only identified after picking it. Behold. Ephemeral Mayfly on white at the window inside, followed by white Butterfly outside, but on the way back home . . .
In this terrestrial home, which is not the Original Home, ephemeral is the Constant of life. We can capture and express it externally with or without colour, but only internally can we Live and comprehend it in Essence, via higher Consciousness. Debating, deciding, legislating about life & death based only on human consciousness, leads to confusion, distortion, inversion between Constant and Variables, by alienation from Life in life. __ Drawings i peeked in Afonso's notebook. Photo Jan. 2
"Tem que assumir o Ouro"
Omni
| Mar
Upon facing a configuration or situation with several layers, if one approaches it through segmented analytical interpretation, most likely one will end up trapped in the maze of lines and angles that, in this linearity, tend to compartmentalise and disperse the view of the whole. This is not the path to which the Mandala invites, since it has by nature a synthesis function. This is where i stand in the current situation that we are going through . . .
. . . observing and processing elements through external awareness, while a synthesis is generated through inner consciousness, around the Central Truth that stands on its own in its Omniscience. At the Centre of the Mandala, Gold and Silver form the Key Code, OmniPresent throughout the periphery. Where the translation of external reality presented to us does not resonate in this Code, the Central Truth is absent from awareness. The unknown was thus merely reduced and adapted into the known.
Upon facing a configuration or situation with several layers, if one approaches it through segmented analytical interpretation, most likely one will end up trapped in the maze of lines and angles that, in this linearity, tend to compartmentalise and disperse the view of the whole. This is not the path to which the Mandala invites, since it has by nature a synthesis function. This is where i stand in the current situation that we are going through . . .
| May 1
InsideOut
. In this horizontal, the Gaze turns Vertical . . . Upper part of the fence of a house by the sea in São Pedro; below, lateral part of the same fence, under which the cliff has been falling apart . . .
Above . . .
Bellow . . .
So begins month 5. InsideOut. The last time i went down to the beach and to the seaside promenade in São Pedro was in March, my birthday. Right after, one and the other interdicted. Since then, parallel walks on the coastal road pavements. But the barriers have also been falling apart. Today was the day to go back there, to one and the other. Blurred Sunset, Closer Sea, IMpossible Blue Sky, UnPaired Flight . . . Where you go . . . Where you stay . . . Where you are . . . You Are.
Above . . .
| May 7
OutsideIn
People's Faces (link)
Hold Your Own (link)
Behold mine . . .
I See Me
I See You
You See Me
On May 4, upon entering a local familiar supermarket, for the first time i was prevented from entering without a mask, "because it is subject to a fine," said the employee. As i had none, i proposed to wear my hair scarf. Just this once, they let me in. After that, i still haven't needed to go shopping. Acting in conscience, until today i haven't wore a mask. As of today, where i am forced to it, this is how i will go. If they want me masked, they will have a fully masked maria, INidentifiable.
On July 30, this was the 'face' that i took to the public service of automatic renewal of the CC (ID). The same 'face' i took in my latest visit to the first supermarket. There, a little girl with a visible face stared at me insistently, with curious eyes but with no facial expression. I smiled at her in complicity, knowing at once that she could not see that smile. To all the children, i promise: next time i will free my hands to make my FACE and smile visible, wherever i am.
On May 4, upon entering a local familiar supermarket, for the first time i was prevented from entering without a mask, "because it is subject to a fine," said the employee. As i had none, i proposed to wear my hair scarf. Just this once, they let me in. After that, i still haven't needed to go shopping. Acting in conscience, until today i haven't wore a mask. As of today, where i am forced to it, this is how i will go. If they want me masked, they will have a fully masked maria, INidentifiable.
| Jun 23
. On June 15, lying on the wooden bench carefully restored, next to the sister tree that reveals its colour when crossed by sun-light and hides it again in the back-light, i celebrate the Constant in perfect complicity with the natural rhythms . . . . . . while adding variables in mute but visual words to the artificial face that i present in forced scenarios (slideshow above)
Sunny
I Am
| 9 Aug
Waves of Change
by Samantha James
We could dim the light of day
Watching colours drift away
Beating like the sound of love
Reflecting light back to the sun
Listen as the silence plays
Washing darkness from the shade
Standing on the centre stage
Building castles in the rain
Be my strength
Show me the way
Come to life
Come and feel the sun
Lift your hands, embrace
Breaking waves of change
Counting down to brighter days
Consciously we elevate
Blowing all the dust away
Speaking truth to those who wait
Be my strength
Show me the way
Come to life
Come and feel the sun
Lift your hands, embrace
Breaking waves of change
I can hear your calling
From the distant plain
'Cause in this moment I feel love
I can feel you falling
Miles from yesterday
'Cause in this moment we are loved
Nobody here is lonely
Come to life
Come and feel the sun
Lift your hands, embrace
Breaking waves of change
Come to life
Come and feel the sun
Lift your hands, embrace
Breaking waves of change
Omni
plus
. . . plus 1st day, golden, silver, violet. 2nd day, pink (magenta) suggested by Alexandre, dark blue (indigo) suggested by Afonso. 3rd day, green (emerald) chosen by me and golden parts next to the periphery inside the larger circle. The same golden-white Point of Light remains in the centre.
| Sep 30
Y
In view of the intensity of its last sunset today, in contours of total darkness that merge with the background of this space, September did not want to be absent here . . . Yesterday, 29, was marked by a birth, Francisco, the new member who inaugurates his generation, the 4th in my existing family, making me a second degree aunt. A date of birth that inaugurated a new mystery, a little being that arrived, a new promise that was announced . . . May Life be fulfilled in life
To September, 12, this photo also belongs. Composition of pieces that have been gathering since Spring . . . the blue-violet book, the Y, the four double circles, the red book . . . After my fall, i seem to see myself even more in that Y, broken on one side, in its long navigated wood, found on the sand at the beach some time ago, in a Y attraction that seems to refer to this place . . . Let the mYsterY be . . .
. . . new Plans. . . . all is here . . . Truth Y The New is Born
In view of the intensity of its last sunset today, in contours of total darkness that merge with the background of this space, September did not want to be absent here . . . Yesterday, 29, was marked by a birth, Francisco, the new member who inaugurates his generation, the 4th in my existing family, making me a second degree aunt. A date of birth that inaugurated a new mystery, a little being that arrived, a new promise that was announced . . . May Life be fulfilled in life
| October
X
| Nov 18
| Nov 22
In October i found this ruin that i did not know about in my region. Already vandalised, someone set fire to the wooden frame remaining inside the window, accentuating the contrast with the outside view . . .
. . . while the one who added violet notes wanted to highlight the screw, a detail that i in turn wanted to highlight in the photo, but . . . only at home would i see what the photo captured to the right of the X . . . The words on the right are Hers:
In October i found this ruin that i did not know about in my region. Already vandalised, someone set fire to the wooden frame remaining inside the window, accentuating the contrast with the outside view . . .
Dear Human,
Thank you
for marking the Spot
from where I See You
though I smile not
In your ruin
take stock
In your rebirth
take care
Look through
gaze farther
find Me A*New
as a true Gardener
Still sitting in front of the computer at this hour-minute day-month, i captured it . . .
. Sometimes, when i turn off the camera, it points to something that suggests a photo. Today, i accepted this suggestion, at home. For the grey serenity that has been a clothing trate in me for many years. Today, it matched the grey clay that i applied on my left shoulder and arm, brought from the beach a while ago. Today, the mini birds came to call me at the tree in front of home. They well know that the weight hovers the area . . . We united in the grey double lightness . . .
Dear Human,
Thank you
for embodying the Spot
from where You See Me
and We both nod
Reborn . . .
As You looked through
and gazed farther
You found Yourself A*New
as a true Guardian
. . . . before going out to spend 1 hour barefoot on nature-ground, responding to a double call in this direction. The tree was my support in today's exercises, 11 weeks after the fall today. Sitting, mini birds visited me, landing on the tree, leaving me with a light heart. The heavy heart i felt since yesterday due to a dense unexpected human reaction, was removed from me. My Thanks to Nature. Photo: April 2020 (no mobile phone today)
In the end, accidental photo, capturing the two chromatic themes in this set started in X (without my intention regarding the choice of clothes)
| Dec 21
UNdo to REflow
. . . . . . REflowing between Earth and Heaven in all elemental ramifications this Christmas This is an overlay of two photos, recent addition to WiX editor. The green of a known and loved Jacaranda tree, photographed yesterday, joins the red at the bottom of the pot after steaming beets a few weeks ago. The water had evaporated completely and formed a surreal painting on the bottom. When i added water to dissolve it, this is how it looked, an irresistible ruby. EARTH WATER AIR FIRE in ONE
| Dec 26
Y
And it seems that this Presence was reinforced and confirmed on this December 26, when i found and captured myself in this way, upon preparing to witness the setting Sun entering the Sea, from the window. And thus my home receives the golden yellow . . . Golden Yellow SunnY Ghost And a Solar Year is the Note that emerged in me this Christmas for 2021 .
In this Moon metal support, a gift from Brasil times, these 3 pieces were joined, in different years but in this order, without intention but with post-revealed meaning. In the background, the Sea, a card brought from an exhibitor a few years ago. In the middle, Venus de Milo, bookmark offered by a friend years ago. At the front, Christ, card that appeared in my mailbox 1 year ago, as if announcing The Door for the year 2020, with a calling on the back: "Jesus is waiting for you" .
And it seems that this Presence was reinforced and confirmed on this December 26, when i found and captured myself in this way, upon preparing to witness the setting Sun entering the Sea, from the window. And thus my home receives the golden yellow . . . Golden Yellow SunnY Ghost And a Solar Year is the Note that emerged in me this Christmas for 2021 .
