Elliott Patrick

The flames of the world The flames of the world burn outside each our doors, With every step we take there must be awareness to maintain and endure. Compassion in our hearts ...is like a rose waiting to bloom, Kind engagement with the world, is the roses sweet perfume. There’s so much suffering pain and wars, Generally the earth is always in turmoil, and has a thirst for wanting more. As a mother loves her child and would give her life for their sake We can move mountains with true selflessness that our compassion can create. 2 September 2009 Trying to speak Trying to speak my mouth disappears, trying to listen so do my ears. Seeing and everything turns black. Touching an object nothing comes back. A sweet fragrance touches my nose, ...but it’s gone before the scents even known. Thinking my mind drifts away, feeling alright. How’s your day? Foot steps. When walking my feet touch the ground the pulse of each step slightly making a sound. Thinking of all the others walking. Do any of them think the same thing? ... When sitting meditating counting my breath, a small vibration from a billion foot steps, make my candle and incense smoke dance. That can only be seen in a quick glance, or maybe it’s that notorious butterfly flapping it’s wings somewhere in France? Dualism Dualism is my prison, And has ten thousands doors, With no ceiling many walls, ...and has a very thin glass floor. Being here is a undertaking of my own design. And no complaining or whining will improve, or give worth to this samsara world I make mine. 03 February 2010

The wish My Heart. In my heart, there is a sweet sadness from the years that have passed, and the person that evolved wouldn’t go back if given the chance. Each moment is an experience of awareness that’s true, positive or negative it’s up to us what we choose. With compassion to guide our direction, raise up motivation to improve ...And give us a clearer perception. To understand the Buddha and enlightened ones great vastness of wealth, they have given to help stop the suffering and delusions of all sentient beings that are still lost in themselves. 7/14/10 Clear View. My Mother dead, Father dead, the kiss of death hangs over each our heads, with attachment to life as age wears out existence threads. Grasping to what ? Looking into the eyes of death, there’s my honesty, .........my humility, my sincerity, but still there is adversity respectfully. Balancing on a pin point knowing it will, but hope it won’t. My bags are packed, but did I forget something ? In this precious life with it’s joy and suffering, the older I get the less I cling, with a clear view not yet seen. Fall. Leaves of red, brown, yellow, orange, some so bright with others warm. Cooler days, harvest moon, the sweet goodbye of summer that’s gone too soon. Autumn sky and shorter days, witches and scarecrows stuffed with old rags and straws of hay. ...Schools and football start and maturing quick, anticipating freezing cold and what needs fixed. Homes and cars to be prepared, for the winters snow and the warm clothes we wear. It always seems fall motivates most of us, and with the cool short days you can’t do enough. Love the seasonal change its like the passing of a train, you never know what you’ll get, how long it will be or what too expect. Love the way of nature.

António Fernando Rocha Cabeça, pintor.
Nascido em 1951 na bela Cidade de Évora, Alentejo Portugal, baptizado por mão de padre Católico Apostólico Romano, contra sua vontade. Vive actualmente em Amesterdão num terceiro andar.
Nome artístico: CABEÇA.

Antonio Fernando Rocha Cabeça, painter.
Born in 1951 in the beautiful city of Évora, Alentejo, Portugal, baptized by the hand of a Roman Catholic priest, against his will. He currently lives in Amsterdam on the third floor.
Artistic name: CABEÇA.

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Mi chiamo Claudio Battista,vivo e lavoro in un piccolo centro dell’entroterra abruzzese. Da tempo seguo la scia che dal riflesso argenteo degli albori, mi ha proiettato attraverso zone inesplorate,mondi fantastici e realtà immaginarie dell’universo fotografico. Spinto dalla passione per la fotografia ho cercato da sempre di fare propri gli insegnamenti dei maestri,cercando tuttavia di rimanere costantemente legato ad una visione “personale” della realtà,fuggendo stereotipi e luoghi comuni che spesso lacerano questo fantastico mondo. I miei primi passi sulle colline della mia terra che ho esplorato con occhio attento alle sue emanazioni,alle sue qualità più intime cercando in esse la mia “interiorità”.Oggi mi legano alla fotografia tutti gli aspetti:digitale,analogico,il passaggio dall’uno all’altro,la storia e la sua evoluzione; ma in cima: la mia personale visione del mondo filtrata dalla conoscenza e l’insegnamento dei grandi, l’interrogazione costante e direi quasi ossessiva di quello che è giusto far vedere e quello che invece non far vedere in un’immagine. Giocare con questa zona di mistero insita in ogni realtà, determina il grado di profondità di una fotografia secondo la poetica di Luigi Ghirri;scegliere questa zona in rapporto al proprio “sentire”,credo sia la base ed insieme la diversità che caratterizza la mia visione . La mia ultima ricerca: ”Vortici” è proprio basata su questo concetto,trovare il limite di una rappresentabilità forzata nei confini della percezione per giungere ad una idealizzazione della realtà…scardinamento dell’ovvio cui è appeso il fuggevole fluire del tempo.

My name is Claudio Battista, I live and work in a small town in the Abruzzi highlands. I have been, for quite a while, following the trail that, from the silvery reflection of the dawn, projected me through unexplored areas, fantastic worlds and imaginary reality of the photographic universe. Driven by a passion for photography I always tried to take on the teachings of the masters, however, trying to stay constantly connected to a vision of "personal" reality, escaping stereotypes and clichés that often tear this fantastic world. My first steps were on the hills of my homeland, which emanations and inner qualities I explored with an attentive eye, seeking there my own ‘intimacy’. Nowadays, I am bound by all aspects of photography: digital, analog, the transition from each other, the history and evolution, but above all: my personal view of the world, filtered by the knowledge and the teachings of the great ones, the permanent questioning and, I would say, almost obsessive questioning about what is right to show and not to show in an image. Playing with this area of mystery inherent to all reality, determines the depth of a photo, after the poetry of Louis Ghirri; choosing this area in relation to its own ‘feeling’, I think it’s the base and also the diversity that characterizes my vision.
My last search ‘Vortici’ is really based on this concept of finding the limit of a representability forced within the boundaries of perception in order to achieve an idealization of reality… the obvious disruption that is hanging with the fleeting flow of time.

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Beeldhouwer. Woont en werkt in Cucujães, Portugal

Sculptor. Lives and works in Cucujães, Portugal


http://www.paulonevesescultor.com

Né en 1962, il a baroudé et exposé un peu partout. Ces débuts se feront dans le monde de la BD, la Déco, l'Ecriture, la Peinture puis il s'orientera définitivement vers la photo en 1995. Avec ses images en mouvement ou non, Rémy photographie l'inconnu qui est devant nous et que l'on ne vois plus.

Born in 1962, he has striven and exhibited a bit everywhere. He debuted in the world of BD, Deco, writing, and painting till he found his truly way in photography, in 1995. With his images in movement or not, Rémy photographs de unknown before us, that we no longer see.

http://www.remydonnadieu.com