“Night Skies” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“You never master the art of photography.
You always just strive to get better.”
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag
“Night Skies” Leave a comment
Where Am I? 2 comments
Abstract Art by kenne
Where am I?
Where do I want to be?
Is more effort needed?
An assessment
may create more questions,
in an upside-down world
where the normal order
is reversed.
Effort is good,
but too much is bad.
Can the key to life
be knowing how much effort
is enough?
“The more I try to stay
on top of water
the more I sink,
but when I try to sink,
I float.”
— kenne
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Life Springs Eternal Leave a comment
Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne
There are signs of life and death all around
that have evolved throughout all existence
towards a collective mitigation of existential
and catastrophic risks yet only in the present does
the proliferation of life affirms and consciously evolves.
— kenne
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Christmas Past: Holidays In New Orleans 2 comments
Royale Street in New Orleans (December 2014) — Image by kenne
For years, after celebrating Christmas with family and friends,
Joy and I would go to one of our favorite ‘getaways,’ New Orleans.
Big Easy dreaming
Strolling through the French Quarter
Existential being.
— kenne
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Drawing In The Sand 2 comments
Drawing In The Sand — Image by kenne
He draws in the sand
She watches the tide
Soon to wash away
Leaving behind a surface
Ready for another day.
— kenne
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Somewhere In Our Past Leave a comment
Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!
We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.
— Paulo Coelho
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Fall Shadows On The Mountain Leave a comment
Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne
What would shadows be without light?
What would light be without shadows?
So much of what existence is all about,
One can not exist do without the other.
— kenne
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We Took Our Hearts Full Pleasure 1 comment
Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne
My Voice
Within the restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
— Oscar Wilde
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To The Moon Leave a comment
To the Moon
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Oak Tree Gall — Image by kenne
“If you cannot trust yourself,
you cannot even trust your mistrust of yourself –
so that without this underlying trust in the whole system
of nature you are simply paralyzed.”
— Alan W. Watts
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Desert Abstract Art 1 comment
Desert Abstract Art by kenne
The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.
It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment
in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.
— kenne
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There was only our bodies . . . 3 comments
“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies
that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located
a philosophical niche for himself, that was it – he’d come upon it early and intuitively,
and however elemental, that was the whole of it.”
— from Everyman by Philip Roth
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WALLS — Constantine P. Cavafy 1 comment
“The poet makes a personal yet universal confession about the walls that bring suffocation to his life.
These walls are related to the social structure, the economy, religion, and much more.
The worst thing is not the existence of these walls, of these limitations of the free development
but the fact that the walls were created before us, so we cannot even notice
their existence and fight against them.”
Walls
With no consideration, no pity, no shame,
they have built walls around me, thick and high.
And now I sit here feeling hopeless.
I can’t think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind –
because I had so much to do outside.
When they were building the walls, how could I not have noticed!
But I never heard the builders, not a sound.
Imperceptibly they have closed me off from the outside world.
— Constantine P. Cavafy
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Time 2 comments
Time– Image by kenne
Left behind as the sun rushes toward a destiny,
time does not flow in a continuous stream
from past into future like the position of the sun
as we begin to feel foolish waiting for it to set.
The present moment is part of what’s about to happen,
“now” becoming a prologue to more things to come
giving us more room to stay in the moment
and your future, a past you remember.
— kenne
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Art Student In The Canyon 1 comment
Art Student In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
You may care not to admit it, but we all spend time thinking about our relationship to the universe, and all things that are connected. However, because of divergent forces inside each of us, we may spend time running from ourselves.
Some of the ways you are becoming focused on vicarious experiences, such as reading a mystery novel or playing computer games. We might also join a religion or political movement.
These acts involve little to no risk since there is little chance our connections with others becoming an objectification of who we really are. There is much evidence to show that running from self behavior is the result of an attitude managed by the dominant side of your brain.
You’re probably beginning to think, “. . . now we are going to get some of this right brain/left brain bull-shit!” Don’t worry, no brain theory this time.
However, call it what you may (left brain/right brain, head/heart, male/female sides, yin/yang, intellect/intuition), we all have exhibited behavior based on attitudes of self associated with the “head” — analytical, systematic, logical, objective, or intellectual. In our culture, organized groups (institutions) reinforce this behavior. We are told how “smart” we are; how “orderly” we are; how “logical” we are. We are considered well-grounded — what better for group identity!
On the other hand, if our behavior is considered coming from the “heart” — impulsive, artistic, romantic, creative, daring or intuitive — our behavior is looked upon as being unrealistic, unreliable, unstable, and unfocused. “She’s not a responsible child, but she’s happy and a lot of fun,” people would say.
The point is that an enormous number of forces exist inside of us between the head and the heart, which are struggling for control self. These forces can cause you to take the path of least resistance — allowing one side to win over the other. For instance, the dominant side will choose between opposites in a two-dimensional relationship. One can represent harmony, the other conflict, two basic forms of human interaction. Selecting between these two opposites results in zero communication and the desolation of self.
On the other hand, we can take the path least traveled — pushing the head and heart together, not allowing one side to win. The result of pushing harmony and conflict together is the creation of a third dimension, which represents autonomous and creative communication, among others, and the actual development of self. By allowing one side to win over the other, we draw a line between “what you think” and the “power to think.” The power to think only exists in this third dimension.
— kenne
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Left Brain, Right Brain Magic:
While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number “6” in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Why? It’s a mystery!
