Photo-Synthesis
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The Art-Photography
in multidimensional readings towards Synthesis . . .
. . . continues in this ninth page. In case you're
accessing it without having ever visited the first page,
i suggest you do, in order to have a view of the kind of approach i do here, how it fits and synchronises within maria tudo expression and to access its continuing flow since its beginning, since November / December 2014.
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| Jan 6
I.M.possible
Future
Ryal Council
. . . . on December 17, the clipping found under the living room carpet, which referred to the message (Dec. 5) where "Desert" was highlighted . . .
| Jan 9
Return...
. . . on January 6, the cypress vase toppled over, dropping many seeds on the floor . . . The "Boca de Leão" sown in 2021-2022 did not triumph - the Lion has not yet roared, but there is no shortage of new elevating seeds in the Desert soil . . .
Hoje era URgente ir LÁ estar LÁ On arrival, too many people. At departure, none. The space emptied out in order to be filled with the necessary Sound. That is the Desert that matters and reigns, in the midst of a lit ocean. LÁ, the Council gathers in internal spheres.
| Jan 11
Entre...
Dressing in white as a base, which is frequent, today called for the BR111 socks (Brazilian clothing brand and road), which is rare. After photographing, i noticed the synchrony with the date and time - IMG_20230111_11. But before, i felt what i sent to my sons: Haja Ordem e Progresso da Origem e Destino desta Nação . . . above the polarisation between the prevailing 'institutional order' and the intending 'global order'.
Kin eYe
Keen
| Jan 17
eYe
see
you
. They are a communion on internal visits. The last time, about a month ago, i only saw the back of the tail of one of them swimming energetically, right at my eye level, in an invitation: "Come on, follow me!" . Eles são uma comunhão em visitas internas. Na última vez, há cerca de um mês, só vi a parte de trás da cauda de um deles a nadar energicamente, bem ao nível dos meus OLHOS, num convite: "Vem daí, segue-me!" .
. A rectangular image that i kept about 15 years ago and has been in several places in my home. It went square on a tile in the bath area. Yesterday, in peeling it off, it was damaged at the 4 corners and i almost discarded it, but i couldn't . . . I was left with the circular shape, which in surprise put the EYE in the centre. I brought it to my Post, where the BR keyboard, which has persisted for 25 years, took on renewed purpose in tune. Joyful InSight!
. They are a communion on internal visits. The last time, about a month ago, i only saw the back of the tail of one of them swimming energetically, right at my eye level, in an invitation: "Come on, follow me!" . Eles são uma comunhão em visitas internas. Na última vez, há cerca de um mês, só vi a parte de trás da cauda de um deles a nadar energicamente, bem ao nível dos meus OLHOS, num convite: "Vem daí, segue-me!" .
so
| February
Birth of Feminine
| Mar 25
Birth Day
do
eYe
. Birthday. Awake before sunrise. Descent to the beach, first rays of sun, feet in the sea. Feeling of absence in Presence . . . .
. On the descent, this sticker held my attention . . . . it translated me almost to perfection . . . in my verbal notes that dissolve, remaining the Notes of Sound that I emit, from night to day, in mystery codes of oniric-waking synchrony and synthesis . . . Ghostly indeed . . . .
. Birthday. Awake before sunrise. Descent to the beach, first rays of sun, feet in the sea. Feeling of absence in Presence . . . .
| Apr 30
Day yes..................Day no
after Day of the...REvolution?
Peace to the Earth Kingdom
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29th April On that day, sitting here watching-listening to a nature-music video containing a reverent human presence in forest communion, my gaze caught the combination between that environment on the screen and my composition behind on the right. Today, i further combined the red poppy found days before in another more secluded place, not pruned . . . Attuned to and invoking the authentic Gardeners of Space on Earth ~ New Blog post coming soon.
26th April On the terrain that surrounds the beach above, where years ago abundant spontaneous flowers could be found in spring, on this day i only found this rare tuft of mini flowers, offering a mini oasis that i couldn't help but highlight in this almost desert, so over pruned, devoid of the lovely seasonal diversity . . .
28th April Only 2 days later, passing by the same place, i was indignant to see the 'gardeners of spaces' with their machines razing even more the almost desert, by decree. The machine bounced a small stone that hit me in the face near my right eye, as if in an imperative for me to interrupt that act and deliver a message questioning that blind mandate . . .
| May 31
Converging Divergence
. On May 15-16 a family trip to São Pedro do Sul thermal springs provided a brief exploration of the region, led by my brother, he, an adept at Geocaching, I, an adept at the silence and greenery abundant there. The route took us to this bridge, in the past a ferrovia, in the present an ecovia. In this photo i took from this side, i captured him going.
. In this photo he took from the other side, he captured me coming. I only knew of this photo and realised this parallel after returning home, when we exchanged photos and i saw them combined. Today, as i arranged them here, cutting out part of this one to even out the two, i had to display the two pairs, realising yet this other double dimension.
Between GOING and COMING, we can DIVERGE, but we can't help but CONVERGE, where BRIDGING becomes an imperative.
When the divergences between me and my brother, family and others, are seen in this way, we will be close to the central geodesic DESTINY, externally and internally converging.
factionlessly divergent
| Jul 25
Return Outro...
A river lake A lake mirror A mirror union Earth Heaven A Union Silence A Silence Peace A perennial island on the summit A deep stone on the surface A mystery touch in the Memory Beyond Earth on Earth In Presence Truth of Longing Return to the Centre Portugal World
| Aug 31
Soulful
Joy and Awe
in paradox
August 2 - Sunset visit to Bafureira beach
One of my great joys of summer is watching the swallows fly - impossible to photograph, i filmed to capture it . . fast and playful . . . .
(I found it written there) When the ocean home must be left behind in order to go upstream . . . .
August 2 - Sunset visit to Bafureira beach
August 28 - Rising moon nearly full
A strong sunset wind drew impossible clouds . . . . . . fast and slowly insightful . . .
August 28 - Rising moon nearly full
. August 30 - event eve (link), i looked out the window and . . . Evoking Humanity to Wind navigation . . . inevitable passage by Portugal . . .
| September
Static Movement
in Presence
. 10 Sep 2023, at home When the eye captures a moment, in movement, and the camera registers it on another level, opening up the field, despite digitally static . . .
. 28 Sep 2023, at home "Now that we've both washed ashore without thorns, we can be close, from our revealed internal similarities and singularities."
| October
Que Casa?
What House?
. October, maison révision magazines. This title referred to a little girl . . . The 2012 drawing by my son Afonso, already shared here in 2016 (page 2), now in the old black frame i rescued from my grandmother's house decades ago. The invitation at the entrance to the house without is indissociable from the house within. WithIN, the House of maria-tudo has been offered in her virtual space, announcing the multi-D Future with no "Virtual Insanity" (link).
(see in expanded mode) All these pieces appeared in a row at the same moment. A Silence ensued. Today, i just trimmed them in detail and laid them over the background image.
. In a single pile they exceed my height. After leafing through them one by one, visiting several rooms in the Museum of Civilization, and having collected what captivated me in other octaves, they're on their way out of the house. But there's no receiver in sight . . . The paper recycling bin won't do. I'd rather consume them in a home-fire, more in harmony with the mystery of the creative fire of which they have been an instrument, without any attachment of mine to their literal content . . .
. October, maison révision magazines. This title referred to a little girl . . . The 2012 drawing by my son Afonso, already shared here in 2016 (page 2), now in the old black frame i rescued from my grandmother's house decades ago. The invitation at the entrance to the house without is indissociable from the house within. WithIN, the House of maria-tudo has been offered in her virtual space, announcing the multi-D Future with no "Virtual Insanity" (link).
. I wanted to show my son the beautiful detail of the frame, but the flash reversed the effect and obscured everything . . . revealing the light in the right spot. A Silence ensued.
| November
We Are Living Antennas
. I still didn't know if i would include any more photos here, but i went straight to the archive where there was a photo i took in November of an old magazine page. This was the highlight in the middle of the page. Clearly it was meant to be included here. Everything will become clear after you see the Blog post. Play is a Serious thing ; ) .
| Dec 31
"You are really getting IMpossible, maria!"
. Last composition of the year after reviewing the magazines. Those who recognise me inside-out know what this IMpossible is. And both here and in person, the implicit reaction is what i wrote above. No one needs to say it explicitly, it is enough to observe how everyone keeps a distance, 'safely' or 'secretly', pretending not to know that this is my continuous "Christmas Present", in constant and variables, testimonially INscribed in [blue] ink, even when written in pencil . . . .
. And this was my Presence-Present (/Gift) to the Family for Christmas 2023. The lavender flower that scented the pencil called the butterfly in the same colour. On each Notebook made of recycled paper by my own hand, i wrote in pencil: "In this scent and this symbol, here I write the transformations that I want to plant in My interior-exterior Garden with all my Love" What will we transform as Human Family in 2024? .
. Last composition of the year after reviewing the magazines. Those who recognise me inside-out know what this IMpossible is. And both here and in person, the implicit reaction is what i wrote above. No one needs to say it explicitly, it is enough to observe how everyone keeps a distance, 'safely' or 'secretly', pretending not to know that this is my continuous "Christmas Present", in constant and variables, testimonially INscribed in [blue] ink, even when written in pencil . . . .
