Buddha on treating them..

What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? Whats the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood.

Something From My Autumn's Balter Temptation.. :)

The Most Judgmental Cursing..

Damn... artificial intelligence!!!! :p

On Abstract Photography: Vineta Cook's "Meraki"

 Below i will be sharing few images from vineta cook's abstract art series. Though i found her selection of images quite dissolving. But at the same time found her variant colors, forms, textures, lines continuously permeating in light, grace, spirituality- that in return seems to over take embedded darkness by creating"Mini Universes"of their own.

From Universe life series

From Another Dimension series..

From Mars series

From Dreams series

From Heavenly Places series

From Jungle series

"Tranquility" From abstract landscape series..

From heavenly Places series

From Heavenly Places series

From soul Landscape Series

"Love" from Universe Abstract series

From Femina Series

From Memories Series

From Undiscovered Series

From Transition series

From Transition Series

From Futuristic World series

From Futuristic World sereis

Yellow mustard: From Colors series

North From Landscape Series

            

From Galaxy series

From Soul Landscape series..

From Soul Landscape Series

From Galaxy Landscape Series

      

Beige World:From Colors series 

Orange-Pink:Colors series

From Soul Landscape series

Saint Augustine on Time...

What then is time? If no one asks me, i know what it is. If i wish to explain it to him who asks, i don't know.

Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live.. ~ P.B.Shelley.

an oil painting: The Funeral of Shelley By Louis Edouard Fournier (1889). Pictured in the center are ,From left, Trelawny, Hunt and Byron.

Lift not the painted veil which those who live,

Call Life: Though unreal shapes be pictured there,

And it but mimic all we would believe

with colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear

And Hope, twin Destinies, Who ever weave

Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.

I knew one who had left it--he sought,

For his lost heart was tender, things to love,

But found them not, Alas! nor was there aught

The world contains, the which he could approve.

Through the unheeding many he did move,

A splendor among shadows, a bright blot

Upon this gloomy scene, a spirit that strove

For truth, and like the preacher found it not.

On Abstract Photography: Janet Sleeper Kerr's critic on Philip Rebstock’s print.

Though to Rebstock it was a fascination for inward and random journey. But Janet found so many intricate fibers being woven in this piece of art. 

as she puts it: I'm Awestruck! This is the best synthesis yet of his dreamlike surrealist imagery. the viewer is immediately placed in a magical environment. We step into a darkly lit corridor(where we do not recognize: another world? From within our dreams? with extrasensory vision?). the most crucial element  of this seems to be that brightly lit space at the end of the "corridor"-where light reveals movement. Is this world aquatic or in some ancient earthen pathway? what hides and what is  revealed within the shadows?The beautiful translucent colors upon pristine white pathway and the languid shadows connote a sense of ease rather than danger.....The whole is mesmerizing, compelling, tranquil, and mysterious.  Beautiful and masterfully complex!