EDIT// *Berrysexy shared a fantastic link on her twitter. Be patient and let it load, then dance with your mouse to the music. It is a mesmerizing artistic expression of music and art and a brilliant example of quality flash work.

Soy Tu Aire / I Am Your Air

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There is a power in nature often left forgotten until it rises up so monstrously as to refuse us the ability to deny it, until it is no longer deemed the course of nature and is then known as a natural disaster. Tornados, hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, brush fires, volcanic eruptions. All this has been happening for millions of years long before humans had lost their tail and learned to walk on two legs. I'm curious if the dinosaurs held such irreverence for nature as a whole to only mind it when the earth lashed out. It could be said this is possible, depending on what in fact killed them all off.

But there is power in more than just destruction, a fact that mankind has yet to learn it seems. Creation is no less amazing, but so are the smaller everyday workings of the earth in whole. We learn in science classes the process of rain, the how and the why of the precipitation cycle, but how often do we stand and truly contemplate how perfectly the system works...or even that it does at all. When, in earth's history did the first rains fall? Was there even any cognizant life here to witness it, to wonder or behold it.

This past weekend I stood on a beach and watched a lightening storm cross the ocean, behind it the sun illuminating the sky in blood red and shades of amber and orange that one wouldn't think exist in nature. The winds turned the ocean until it was roiling with power, deep turquoise depths cresting to white caps far away from the shore. The waters broke on the rocks of the jetty like an explosion, and yet the storm was so far away I had yet to hear the thunder from every glowing arc of light that seared the blackening indigo sky.

Most stood oblivious to the power of what approached, lost in a world of their own making. But I felt awe that the slightest fringe of this storm kissed at me with more strength of force than the heaviest storms of home. The Ocean and Sky had conspired together to build into a maelstrom that caused no destruction only an ominous beauty.

We could never hope to touch all of the ocean. We could try, but never see all of the sky. The scope of our lives is so meager and these more ancient than we can truly comprehend. I do not think that the awe of those who worshiped the gods of sea and air should ever be lost. No, in fact I think that understanding the brilliant machinations of the universe around us--not just singularities and nebulae, but a simple rain storm or the shift of seasons-- understanding these things only justifies that awe and wonder. There should never be an end to the questions of how and why. A storm should be more than a nuisance to our plans. We should never be too arrogant to admit how truly tiny and insignificant we are; but one species of life on a single planet in a solar system of one galaxy within a universe of hundreds of thousands of galaxies. The universe has seen the passing of entire solar systems, the eruption of stars and the swallowing of galaxies. If nothing else I stand in genuine amazement that I have been so lucky in my mere existence to witness even a fraction of it.
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In my absence a few things have collected in my inbox. Here are a few that stood out to me:






An interesting collection, that raises in me the question "At what point does it cease to be photography and become an exercise in post-processing and digital manipulation?" Many of these I would not classify as photography. That does not make them any less artistic, just a different medium with a different skill set.











THE NEWEST: Uncommon Beauty - The Woodsman

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Mindwarp - Marta Alicia takes a face full of viscera
Transformers - Giant F*ing Robots Are Coming
Black Snake Moan - What's Your Heaven?
The Boondock Saints - So...what's the 'symbology' there?
SWEENY TODD - I Want You Bleeders
A Word on Bad-Ass - word, bitches
BUG - I Am The Mother Super Bug!




Shadow of a Doubt (in Tandem with The Dark Muse #1) - DA Journal from May 20,2008
The Art of Cinema - DA journal from Sep 17, 2006
The Eiger Rating - from the first and only PRINT issue of Stitched Magazine
CERN: Outrageous Ambition in Pieces Magazine, Feb 2009




<sub>Is it still raining in the space between the raindrops?

"Art is the elimination of the unnecessary."
~Pablo Picasso; painter (1881-1973)

“I really approached the film as if it was a white big piece of paper and I was just going to draw a picture on it. And whether that picture was good or bad, whatever people thought of it, what they could never take away was that it was my picture.”
~Johnny Depp; American Actor (born 1963)

“A film is - or should be - more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what's behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.”
~Stanley Kubrick quotes (American Film Director and Writer, 1928-1999)

“Film spectators are quiet vampires.”
~Jim Morrison quotes (American Poet and Singer of The Doors. 1943-1971)</sub>

I VOW NOT TO LIVE AN UNFINISHED LIFE, BUT TO PURSUE MY DREAMS, TO BE WHO I TRULY AM, TO SINK THE NINE BALL AND TO LIVE LIFE TO ITS FULLEST.




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