“The reality is not necessarily the one we see through our eyes.Or at least not always what we see.”
When I feel lost in the darkness, I need my faith in God, and then God gives me a second chance.
Get rid of the old and in with the new. It isn´t possible if we hang on to the past. Be grateful for that time and move on with faith :-)
Hard work, but absolutly necessary for me!!!
I showed this picture to my son and his reaction was “what’s with all the windows”. I asked if he saw the boats and he said yes, but chose to focus his attention on what he considered window columns.
When I looked at the pic, my attention was immediately on the clouds.
This picture reminds me to consider the source and pay close attention.
A picture with deep meaning. The drawing is very good and imaginative and seems to have a purpose to inspire and to reach out. The artist wanted to share what he knew.
http://www.nationsillustrated.com/picture/8489
This is an aqueduct. The picture is from Kamares meaning Arches, in Larnaca, Cyprus.
The German word Gestalt means repetition.
The beauty of the picture lies in the connection between the waves, the clouds and the sails/clothes of the ships. It gives me the impression of the repetition, the circles of life.
Love,
Thelma
Despina can be reached in two ways, by ship or by camel. The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea. When the camel driver sees, at the horizon of the tableland, the pinnacles of the skyscrapers come into view, the radar antennae, the white and red windsocks flapping, the chimneys belching smoke, he thinks of a ship; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a vessel that will take him away from the desert, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze already swelling the sails, not yet unfurled, or a steamboat with its boiler vibrating in the iron keel; and he thinks of all the ports the foreign merchandise the cranes unload on the docks, the taverns where crews of different flags break bottles over one another’s heads, the lighted, groundfloor windows, each with a woman combing her hair.
In the coastline’s haze, the sailor discerns the city form of a camel’s withers, an embroidered saddle with glittering fringe between two spotted humps, advancing and swaying; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a camel from whose pack hang wineskins and bags of candied fruit, date wine, tobacco leaves, and already he sees himself at the head of a long caravan taking him away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees’ jagged shade, toward palaces of thick, whitewashed walls, tiled courts where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, and half-revealed. Each city receives its form from the desert it opposes; and so the camel driver and the sailor see Despina, a border between two deserts.
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Adina I agree with you …
“The reality is not necessarily the one we see through our eyes.Or at least not always what we see.”
When I feel lost in the darkness, I need my faith in God, and then God gives me a second chance.
Get rid of the old and in with the new. It isn´t possible if we hang on to the past. Be grateful for that time and move on with faith :-)
Hard work, but absolutly necessary for me!!!
Love & courage to all of you :-)
Jessica
Very clever and just beautiful to look at.
So true, how the ships were a bridge to new lands. Such magnificant looking ships too.
Kathleen xx
Comme Christophe “Je regarde le ciel…”
A perspective making an angle of 45¬ degree almost, or the number 7 in Urdu text style.
Perspective is everything.
I showed this picture to my son and his reaction was “what’s with all the windows”. I asked if he saw the boats and he said yes, but chose to focus his attention on what he considered window columns.
When I looked at the pic, my attention was immediately on the clouds.
This picture reminds me to consider the source and pay close attention.
I really like the pictures you post everyday, I’m a design student and I come look at these everyday before I start my work.
Thank you
This one inspires calmness and endless wonder in me. I love how the pattern of the boat is shaped by the direction of the clouds.
Victoria
Just like reality.
The reality is not necessarily the one we see through our eyes.Or at least not always what we see.
Here,in this case, is about psychological perception. Cool picture!
Heaven – Sky with white clouds
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Mankind – Sailingships
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Earth – Sea waves
ETERNITY !!!!
Love
Luce
Smooth transition. Boat and bridge – both join places and people.
Wow!!! What an amazing image!!!
A picture with deep meaning. The drawing is very good and imaginative and seems to have a purpose to inspire and to reach out. The artist wanted to share what he knew.
A picture of mind… the possibilities endless…
CC
http://www.nationsillustrated.com/picture/8489
This is an aqueduct. The picture is from Kamares meaning Arches, in Larnaca, Cyprus.
The German word Gestalt means repetition.
The beauty of the picture lies in the connection between the waves, the clouds and the sails/clothes of the ships. It gives me the impression of the repetition, the circles of life.
Love,
Thelma
from prison to heaven
;-)
Nia
(see link to pic below)
Despina
Despina can be reached in two ways, by ship or by camel. The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea. When the camel driver sees, at the horizon of the tableland, the pinnacles of the skyscrapers come into view, the radar antennae, the white and red windsocks flapping, the chimneys belching smoke, he thinks of a ship; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a vessel that will take him away from the desert, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze already swelling the sails, not yet unfurled, or a steamboat with its boiler vibrating in the iron keel; and he thinks of all the ports the foreign merchandise the cranes unload on the docks, the taverns where crews of different flags break bottles over one another’s heads, the lighted, groundfloor windows, each with a woman combing her hair.
In the coastline’s haze, the sailor discerns the city form of a camel’s withers, an embroidered saddle with glittering fringe between two spotted humps, advancing and swaying; he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a camel from whose pack hang wineskins and bags of candied fruit, date wine, tobacco leaves, and already he sees himself at the head of a long caravan taking him away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees’ jagged shade, toward palaces of thick, whitewashed walls, tiled courts where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, and half-revealed. Each city receives its form from the desert it opposes; and so the camel driver and the sailor see Despina, a border between two deserts.
from: “The Invisible Cities” by Italo Calvino
http://www.illusionking.com/illusions/camels-in-the-night.jpg
Savita
This is true art & magic :-)
What a transformation from a bridge to a ship!!!
Maybe a hidden message also?
Have to think about that ;-)
Maybe sail away to new adventures ??
Love Jessica
staggeringly striking and, stunning ;o)
Fun picture… You can look at it in different ways…
Boats are (moving) bridges between various cultures.