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August 3, 2016
Society Of The Dead: Satirical Illustrations
Simply had to share the amazing work of Pawel Kuczynski…you will be blown away, guaranteed, by his satirical illustrations of the SOCIETY OF THE DEAD…thank you for this, Alk3r!
Pawel Kuczynski was born in 1976 in Szczecin. He graduated the Fine Arts Academy in Poznan with specialization in graphics. Since 2004 he deals with satirical illustration, and so far he has been rewarded with 92 prizes and distinctions.
Hyper realistic paintings By Emanuele Dascanio
Emanuele Dascanio’s amazing hyper-realistic art…wow! Thank you Chingum!
33 years old Italian artist Emanuele Dascanio is one of the best contemporary artists in the world of Hyper realistic paintings, At the first glance these portraits are look like a natural photos. There is something mysterious and fascinating in hyper-realistic paintings that simply can not be explained by reason or technique. it’s just something incredible, a glance at his work the viewer understands – undoubted talent in front of him. Whatever he used in his work – pencil, charcoal, or oil paint – produced drawings and paintings, which can hardly be distinguished from the pictures.
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Monsters Park In The Village Of Bomarzo Near Viterbo Town, Italy
Monster Park in Bomarzo, Italy – yes, dragons, orcs and exotic animals….take a look at this fascinating post…thank you Chingum and Chris Graham!
In the village of Bomarzo, Near town of Viterbo, it is a naturalpark decorated with statues and sculptures dating from the sixteenth century representing monsters, demons and ancient gods. This is the famous “Monster Park“, which is also known as “Sacred Grove” to date one of the most mysterious and popular tourist attractions in the area. Built in the mid-1500s by Prince Pier Francesco Orsini by the architect Pirro Ligorio, he was dedicated to his wife Giulia Farnese. The park was decorated with numerous statues by the grotesque style depicting mythological characters is horrendous figures such as dragons, orcs and exotic animals that represent the most characteristic element of the garden.
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Someone was shrieking like a banshee from a thousand miles away…
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Someone was shrieking like a banshee from a thousand miles away. Strong hands grabbed her wrists. Astonishingly, Pia was watching the whole scene from above—elderly Dr. Pinto holding up her hands, his face pale and shocked, Nina sobbing at the foot of her bed, Rani on her knees beside Pia, her dark face a mask of horror, Granny dancing crazily in the background, skeletal arms waving and sari hitched up as if she’d peed and forgotten to pull the damned thing down. Nick appeared and disappeared like the Cheshire Cat, except that he wasn’t grinning. Pia felt the jab of a needle and then she was floating even higher. No, she was not dead, just hovering between two worlds. Doc began stitching up the cuts on her wrists, but she didn’t feel a thing. How she wished the old fart would be gracious enough to just let her go!
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August 2, 2016
“Look up, Tilak!” Pia whispered ecstatically. “It’s Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds!”
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A bidi-smoking watchman in a rumpled khaki uniform sat grumpily beside the high metal gate. Tilak shoved a ten-rupee note at him and the fellow unlocked the gate to let them in. Racing down the side road to the back of the factory, Tilak came to a jerky halt and parked the bike under a jacaranda tree. They staggered to a shady spot and threw themselves down on to the cool grass. Cradling her head in her palms, Pia gazed up at the sky and saw it fragment into a million diamonds. “Look up, Tilak!” she whispered ecstatically. “It’s Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds! L-S-D! That’s why the Beatles wrote that song!” Tilak laughed madly and threw his arms around her in a tight embrace.
As the sun rose to its zenith, they moved to the shade of an even bigger jacaranda, crushing fallen purple blossoms under their languid bodies. She rested her head on Tilak’s chest and closed her eyes; her mind felt vast and spacious, suffused with light, while shapes formed and dissolved before her in the most phenomenal hues. Much later they awakened from a half slumber. She told Tilak they should leave immediately: Dark country roads could be hell to navigate and his headlights had been eccentric of late. It took ages to get him up, and Pia realized he’d most likely popped a tab of something else before he’d picked her up. Fighting panic, she managed to get him to the bike.
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August 1, 2016
Sacred Writing Spaces
I started serious writing out of sheer desperation! I was freelancing in Manhattan at the time, and my boss was involved in negotiating a multi-million dollar merger. He was never around and I was bored to tears. So I began to write…and write…and write….HR knew what I was up to and one manager used to ask me – have you finished a chapter I can read? They gave me a long rope because they knew I did not compromise on the quality of my regular work…and perhaps because they admired someone who could actually dive into serious creative production in the midst of a busy investment firm…oh, and by the way, this was in the World Trade Center! I think of Dostoevsky, for instance, who wrote desperately in his jail cell, hoping to make enough to pay off his creditors…so some of us can write anywhere. That said, other writers need to be ensconced in their nest before they can write…different strokes for different folks is what it is – thank you Eleanor Parker Sapia and Sally Cronin, for pointing me to this interesting post…
I know many writers who are quite content to write in coffee shops and diners, between their kids’ dental appointments and soccer games. I know a few who can write on the bus, subway, or in between meetings. I am in awe of them. I’ve tried writing outside the home and it doesn’t work for me. The inevitability of major distraction is a fact: I need a sacred writing space.
I recently read two blog posts written by male writers, who said that the idea of a sacred writing space is pure hogwash, ridiciculous. I disagree, and I’m not a diva, thank you very much. The only sounds and images I want to hear and see whilst writing must come from my imagination; directly from my story and characters. How can I hear what my heroine is saying amidst singing baristas, crying babies, and people who can’t seem to speak…
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“My God!” Pia exclaimed, aghast.
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“What’s Aliya’s story?” Pia interrupted, cutting to the chase.
“Her people are grain merchants based near Coorg. Her mother was raped by an uncle. When she discovered she was pregnant, it was too late to abort. The family blamed her, although she was a teenager and the uncle in his forties. She escaped to a nearby convent where the nuns cared for her until she had Aliya. Then her uncle began to stir up all kinds of trouble, so the nuns spirited the kid to an orphanage on the outskirts of Bangalore, which is when her mother went berserk—doused herself with kerosene and burned herself to death in front of her rapist uncle’s home.”
“My God!” Pia exclaimed, aghast.
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July 31, 2016
Smorgasbord Round Up – Ancient India, Smooth Jazz and Summer Reading.
Sally Cronin is one of those amazing women who manages to get everything done with unique style…one of the many gifts she shares so generously is her ability to promote writers…and she has been there for me, both with Whip of the Wild God and now with Krishna’s Counsel…read her post and you will see how many hats she wears without breaking a sweat – so thank you Sally, you are an inspiration to us all!
Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life
Another week that has passed into history at the speed of light. We have been host to two great guys this week on stilts.. they have plastered our ceilings and walls with a little more to be finished on Tuesday. Then a few days and we will be clear to paint. I chose the carpet and vinyl this week and the final colour scheme for the outside and inside..I have a bunch of before photos and when we are completed I will share those with the finished article.
We have also been out in the garden weather permitting and whilst we have a medium sized shredder it does not like green leaves.. My job is stripping the leaves and I now have biceps.. on one arm!
I have also found a new hairdresser down near the harbour.. lovely welcome and I am going to have my colour done professionally on…
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Watching the smoke threading blue tendrils in the air, lingering then fading, reminded her of the never-ending drama of life and death.
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Old Nick had her hooked, and she had ciggies stolen from her father in her pocket. The forbidden ritual of lighting up entranced her—watching the smoke threading blue tendrils in the air, lingering then fading, reminded her of the never-ending drama of life and death. She was aware that inevitably word would spread that she smoked, making her persona non grata in the hypercritical eyes of her community but she did not care. In truth, the smoldering looks she attracted from younger males during the community events that she was forced to attend with her father, now that Nina refused to leave home, revolted her. She’d begun to shun all those who chose to live on the surface of life like pond scum, those who refused to dig for the nuggets of gold Uncle Hari had convinced her did exist. And while she was petrified of Nick discovering that his bad seed was now smoking on the sly, she was willing to take the risk if this same vice also stopped proposals of marriage from coming her way.
Just thinking of the mothers of eligible grooms shuddering at the prospect of landing with her as a daughter-in-law evoked a feeling akin to euphoria. How gratifying to visualize those blandly pretty faces quivering with trepidation if a son should happen to even mention her name! Would they mutter prayers to protect them from the young witch whose machinations had led to the watery death of her own sister? Would gold bangles jingle in fear at the prospect of having to welcome Jezebel Pia into the fold?
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July 30, 2016
Pia pictured Uncle Hari weeping on a bench in twilight near some weird mountain, leaping up in fright at the sound of a disembodied voice uttering mystical drivel.
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Uncle fortified himself with a deep breath. “Before that light shot through me, Pia, I felt too fragile to consider leaving home. Now suddenly I had the energy to drive myself to Tiruvannamalai. I stayed at Ramana Ashram and walked around the mountain, a ten mile walk called Pradakshina, which means circumambulation. It’s an old tradition, circling a sacred object to gain its blessings.
“I was a quarter of the way through one evening when the tears came. I collapsed onto a stone bench on the Girivalam Road that winds around Arunachala and wept until the storm was over. Not a soul was about, which is why I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice speaking to me. ‘Focus on your Self and you will achieve moksha in this lifetime,’ it said.” Uncle’s face was radiant. “Know what?” he went on, mopping up his tears with a crumpled hanky. “I’m quite sure that voice belonged to Arunachala himself, the spirit of that sacred mountain.”
Pia pictured Uncle Hari weeping on a bench in twilight near some weird mountain, leaping up in fright at the sound of a disembodied voice uttering mystical drivel. Somehow this image did not meld with the wise man she had come to love, and who had made it his business to help every man, woman and child who flocked to him for comfort. “What did you do?” she asked, trying to hide her skepticism.
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