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theblackballerina:

The Woods, reflected.

by Brooke

inspirens:

1 (by Tata Uskova)

dawnawakened:

Waiting
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,For lo! my own shall come to me.
The waters know their own and drawThe brook that springs in yonder height;So flows the good with equal lawUnto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;The tidal wave unto the sea;Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,Can keep my own away from me.
John Burroughs

inspirens:

First Class by DEARTH ! on Flickr.

tripudios:

Norland Nursing Home, Ashfield, 15/11/1937, by Sam Hood

theblackballerina:

Rustic (by Ben Tite)

theblackballerina:

Mac Oller Contemplations on the Behance Network)

theblackballerina:

amәlea

theblackballerina:

timothy pakron - chaos
Silver Prints I have always been fascinated by portraiture. To me, a successful portrait has a presence. It has weight. The portrait evokes the emotional presence of the subject as well as the viewer. In my exploration, the defining goal is to create a portrait that becomes an experience to view. By using the familiarity of the face as the template, my process involves hand painting the developer in the darkroom, intentionally revealing specific, desired aspects of the face in the negative. Doing so creates a stark negative space that gives the portrait a lucidity. Instead of creating a realistic, straight from film portrait, I am more interested in exploring how the original image can be brought to the surface in alternative ways. The portraits embody their own unique strangeness. I enable the viewer to process impressions of a face, and of the shape of a head. I am comfortable with the viewer ultimately feeling uncomfortable. My job as an artist is to challenge the viewer. Make the viewer see differently, think differently, and most importantly, feel differently.

theblackballerina:

(by neamoscou)