|The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long, yet live very little.|
- Michel de Montaigne
Tragedy of ExistenceThe world is but a playTragedy of Existence by Elendurwen
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Billions of egocentric
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
What is Lost, What can be FoundWe have ended humanity. We've seen love and hate brought together in one till we could no longer tell the difference. We've been through life, death and a thousand apocalypses, all lies we believed to be true.What is Lost, What can be Found by EricAMBM
We've grown expecting to inherit the earth, and lived in the delusions we had learned. But when we came to see what we had earned, we found there was nothing left to value.
We watched the slow and painful death of God and cheered as we nailed his coffins shut, then felt the emptiness that followed in his wake. We cried lonely tears and found nothing to comfort them. We called out for the voice we had silenced, and realized in despair the truth of what we had done. With a thousand voices we cried out in anguish "our God is dead, and we are the ones who killed him."
His passing left a void inside us, a hole we never realized was there. He had never truly filled it, but left it obscured behind the smoke and mirrors of satin and silk. To confuse the joy something gave us with sadne
Waters of TimeWe humans are inclined to think that we are some miracle put on this earth for some specificWaters of Time by WavAngel
purpose, when in reality all we are is the rock-face of which the crashing waters of time
have worn down to the extent that a system of channels and waterways has emerged through
which the waters of which I speak may flow through without completely obliterating us. But
rest assured the waters of time are ever eroding, and the only future truly meant for us is a
return to the sand and gravel from which we came.
HimIt was coming to kill them all. The Weapon, far more powerful than they could imagine was coming with faster than they could calculated. Its effects would be devastating, the toll would be horrid, and there was nothing the People could do. Nothing, except wait and hope that He would come.Him by EricAMBM
One and all, the People’s voices rose to the heavens, crying for help. They knew He could save him, they knew He had saved them before. He would return, they told themselves. All we have to do is wait.
The Weapon was drawing nearer. Soon it would be upon them. Doubt began to spread. What if He didn’t come? What if He couldn’t do anything? But they assured themselves, He had always come before, He would come again.
And then suddenly, to the amazement of the thousands below, a figure appeared over the horizon. He had come. Dashing, glorious and brave, He was here. High above the sky He flew. He grabbed the Weapon in his arms and wrestled with it. His might was boundless, his strength i
|This group came to be from our desire ( Codruta's and mine) to make a place of our own on DA. A place to be ourselves and to be togeter with other people that see the world in a similar way. We like many things here on DA and we dislike other things as well. |
Art means not only photography. We don't care about the quality of the photo AS LONG as it has feeling. For ourselves didn't have good cameras and struggled a lot to be taken seriously by others.
Art is life and life is art, if you know how to live it. And joy, happiness, are present in our life as well as grief, desolation and mourning. This group is about us and others that feel the same, about our feelings, and the way we manage (or sometimes not) to turn what we feel in art.
I am sorry, but you are not kept here against your will. If you think you don't feel the same, you are free to leave. But not ask of us to give up what we are and what we like.
Some of you may find this useful :
Monochrome is a term generally used to describe painting, drawing, design, or photograph in one color or shades of one color. Monochromatic light is light of a single wavelength, though in practice it can refer to light of a narrow wavelength range. A monochromatic object or image is one whose range of colors consists of shades of a single color or hue; monochrome images in neutral colors are also known as grayscale or black-and-white.
For an image, the term monochrome is usually taken to mean the same as black-and-white or, more likely, grayscale, but may also be used to refer to other combinations containing only tones of a single color, such as green-and-white or green-and-black. It may also refer to sepia displaying tones from light tan to dark brown or cyanotype (“blueprint”) images, and early photographic methods such as Ambrotype, Tintype and Daguerreotype, each of which may be used to produce a monochromatic image.
Philosophy is the study of general and fundamental problems concerning matters such as existence, knowledge, values, reason, mind, and language. It is distinguished from other ways of addressing fundamental questions (such as mysticism, myth, or the arts) by its critical, generally systematic approach...
The shorter version of all that's writen above:
monochrome pictures only
works need to have a connection with some philosophical current (eg. realism, empiricism, monism)
works need to express/transmit/have a meaning