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Mark Schlesser
- Portland Oregon
- Last Record: 2013-05-18 17:35:20 -0400
- Joined: Mar 26, 2010
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this album makes me happy!
Butterfly shot hand-held with 15mm macro extension tube on 70mm lens with my canon 550d (T2i). By the river.
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The butterfly donned white hearts on its black lace wings:
One for every cocoon-dream fulfilled in the Spring. ---------- Just something random inspired by jac's photogra... |
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Girl who rides butterflies
by R.S. B. S Dedicate... |
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I realized I messed up when I finished drawing the butterfly, because I love drawing butterflies and that´s where I started to read (re-read) later that the teacher was syppoused to be another insect and the butterfly another student. Anyway, I may give it another shot tomorrow. Also I´m not sure my interpretation of pillar is correct, i searched to be sure...
I did this painting to represent doors opening and closing. It was an idea I had a couple of years ago. The title was inspired by a line in the Moby song "Why does my heart feel so bad".... It fits because with death or change, often comes great sadness. But doors do open again, and life does carry on.
I painted her in black and white to represent the life gone, a closed door, with the wind blowing as the the butterfly flies away. And the butterfly itself represents life going on, pain leaving, new beginnings, opening doors.
It's a very personal piece, so I hope you can relate to it, and I hope you like it. xx
Torn is an semi-abstract take on a new hevn. Instead of creating a literal translation of the piece, I focused on the emotional aspect of it. Specifically the strife and turmoil that comes out during the quarrel between hevn and urth: from lines:
"i'm scared our stories roar too loud and cause us to forget that we were just playing pretend now all is stuck and set!
to the lines
i have no darker aim than that
my friend, I fear remorse
when a long and lonely age from now
you’ll see we ran off course”
Furthermore instead of capturing hevn and urths emotions, I decided to represent the impact of their actions on an unknowing bystander i.e. the butterfly by tearing it apart. The butterfly is symbolic and can represent anything you wish it to be either inside the world of the poem and/or outside of it (i.e. reader).
I have an 11/11/11 11:11 magic butterfly.
I didn’t know it was a magic butterfly at first, I just thought it was a nice little origami thing included in the package wirrow sent me. Stella enjoyed looking at it for the bright colors and that was that.
Then tonight shortly before 11:11 PM on 11/11/11 I was browsing hitRECord as Seth and Stella snoozed on the couch next to me. As most of you have been experiencing, the Activity Dashboard is only showing a fraction of the RECommends and REmarks on RECords so I haven’t even really been looking at it. But I happened to click it and one of the REmarks that made it through (this is already 11/11/11 magic since THIS particular remark was one of the few to show up) was from wirrow about my RECord of Stella opening her gift from him. He apologized for my “mum’s butterfly” being squished. o_O
I hadn’t realized it even WAS a butterfly, let alone for my mom. I know I posted it on tumblr and I don’t know if wirrow saw that post or if this was a total coincidence but butterflies were special to my mom and she always thought they were a way relatives and friends who had passed on communicated with us. She has already used them several times to let me know she’s near. And aside from just being a butterfly —- it’s her two favorite colors of yellow and orange. Magic.
I made a few wishes at 11/11/11 11:11 AM. One was for my mom to be able to be with me and meet Stella, even though I know it couldn’t come true. But it came as close to true as possible. Right before 11/11/11 11:11 PM I got this STRONG sign that she was there. I realized I had a magic butterfly.
Thanks mom. (and wirrow:)
Unedited footage of a huge butterfly fluttering around at the Notebaert Nature Museum. Thought it could be useful.
An illustration for Independence, based on my idea that the caterpillar experiences the greatest form of independence. The caterpillar is stuck to the ground, the trees, the plants...when it transforms and emerges from its coccoon it is free to go wherever it wants.
Watercolour, ink and Photoshop CS4
Taken at the Vancouver Aquarium.
I rendered 500 frames for the flapping so it looks like it is flapping in slow motion, which can be sped up to look like it's flapping at it's normal rate.
MOV with transparent background
1280 x 720 - 25fps - 200MB
Enjoy
Trying to capture a butterfly with my Canon 60D and a 50mm 1.4 lens for shallow depth of field - not such a good idea with something that moves so fast.
Feel free to cut and layer and edit to your hearts content. :)
If I recall only a girl crying
on the red bridge,
face adopted by stitches,
pockets leaden with disorders.
Love motels where she nursed departure
from the walls.
There must be girls all over the world
mothering our distance like that.
Missoula. Kaohsiung. Cassiopeia
mouthing a new idiom,
torrential from her seat.
Where I am fascinated by a fever
& the sky begs for raw birds
as I hack its eyes out.
Augur of incarnate moons:
wink now, motherfucker,
which is suppression for,
I want to go on
without the mind’s convenience
If you recall only blood
inside which music plays.
Names of furnaces,
jealousies. Drunks & other dancers.
I want the years since to let go
their lipless curse.
I want the night
to cast a lesser art.
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“There must be girls all over / the world listening into the distance / like that" —Greg Pape, In the City of Bogotá; "Night after night / the drunks and dancers / hold still / in the ruined walls" —Greg Pape, October
My originaly concept was a text only tiny story.
"You make my heart flutter," said the butterfly. "You give me butterflies," replied the heart.
This is my feeble attempt to illustrate my idea. Please feel free to take the concept and do a much better job at bringing it to life.
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- I have new socks, lookey here!
Black and white stripes to match my yellow wings.
- I've seen better, I fear.
Never have I seen as tight things.
- I won't mind they fit me just fine.
- Are you blind?
I'd never wear such if they were mine.
- They're not yours to wear so leave me be.
- Fly away I won't care,
if you're not willing to see.
The black is was and always will be the new black.
That's just why
I'm always
pretty fly.
Well, this is my first record, little work. resources from gyllenmaya-1170642. loved the butterflies.