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M. C. #Escher #exhibition is on in #London now - I only found out just now from a random magazine issue I found in a street library. https://www.somersethouse.org.uk/whats-on/mc-escher-the-exhibition
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Je recommande fortement l’exposition sur Escher à Montréal. Vraiment fascinante. Belles possibilités d’interagir avec ses oeuvres.
Photo: Main avec boule réfléchissante, M.C. Escher, avec moi au lieu de l’artiste original, rendu possible par l’installation interactive produite par Maurits.
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A window on a boat, Vietnam, gives me dazzling MC Escher vibes
#FotoVorschlag Bling-Bling!
#TilingTuesday #geometry #tiling #MathArt #photography #TravelPhotography #design #escher
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I went to see the #Escher #exhibition in #SommersetHouse #London
Very precise and intricate #PrintMaking! Beautiful #WoodblockPrints
The show was a bit too gimicky for my liking. There was a lot of interactive sideshows for taking Escher inspired selfies. That was fine except it slowed the flow of people down and left a queue of people down the middle of some rooms.
It made it more crowded and it was quite stuffy in there.
But great art!
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Tomorrow I'm going to see the #Escher #exhibition in #London
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The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
I've posted this little sister before, but this is a new picture. Her name is Silverfish (taken from the band fronted by Lesley Rankine in the 90s). Hips, tits, lips, power!
#Necromunda #Escher #Warhammer40k #miniaturePainting #nerdlings
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And this is Inferno, my #Necromunda #Escher gang specialist. She's carrying a hand flamer and las pistol (although her character sheet records a lasgun).
I didn't really pay attention to the painting guides set out by Games Workshop. I pretty much ignored everything except for the.....
itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-armour-plate-bikinis.
Sorry, couldn't help that one.
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This is Dear Prudence. I used some Vallejo gloss acrylic varnish on the boots which has given them a really nice shine. The gold pieces are painted with AK Interactive True Metal gold wax and then sealed with gloss varnish before being given a thin brown glaze/wash.
Trivia point: Dear Prudence was originally by The Beatles, but became one of Siouxsie's defining songs.
#Necromunda #Escher #Warhammer40k #MiniaturePainting #nerdlings
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Next up, this is Candy Tree, another gang sister.
One of the difficulties photographing the models is the narrow depth of field you get with a macro lens. Stopping the lens down doesn't increase the D-o-F much and means doubling the shutter time for every increase in f-stop on the lens.
#Necromunda #Escher #Warhammer40K #MiniaturePainting #nerdlings
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Another one of my #Escher #Necromunda gangers. This is (Pink) Pink Sunshine.
I had lots of fun painting and naming these figures. I am slowly improving with the paintbrush, but still have a lot to learn! Model paints have evolved massively since I first got into wargaming in the mid-late 80s!
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I got some photos of my #Escher #Necromunda gang. I didn't get any useable ones of the gang Queen, I't really difficult to get crisp handheld macro pictures, even with image stabilisation.
This is the Matriarch, Scarecrow. I've named them all after women-fronted bands or solo artists, or their songs.
Scarecrow is by Siouxsie & The Banshees, from their Peepshow album. -
Went to the M. C. Escher exhibition in London today - really, really cool. I actually had just enough topology to get one of his limit-tessellations.
They had some fun interactive things too - see pics (although to my shame I messed up the pose on the "reflection in a shiny ball held by the artist" one, but anyway).
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#escher zou dit wel waarderen - een trap van niets naar nergens.
(Je moet toch wat met het oude ijzer en bomen ontzien is ook wel fijn)
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A very fascinating video. It breaks down Escher's famous Print Gallery to show how it was created mathematically. It also shows what would appear in that round blank space in the middle of the drawing.
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I have a rare quiet day mostly to myself today, and I'm starting to become obsessed by the music of English (I think) band, es.cher:
Loving their sound, so original but with definite influences cropping up here and there - I really hope they gig in Dublin. 🤞🏼
