Sometimes we have to be mindful of history in the event it is not repeated
The infamous Billboard, Trinidad West Indies
Raising Flag II on Iwo Jima, regarded in the United States as one of the most significant images of the World War II, and possibly the most reproduced photograph of all time.
To whom much is given, much is expected
Michelle LaVaughn, dem sending we free again to where Harald V of N does live, Abba neighbor. I is lucky meh fadder black like tar, dem still feel dem owe we when is only ten month reach and is b mobile dynamite prize I win. Lawd is free minutes till meh term end, me ain’t have to text message meh card partners and you like before. I better call Shepard and tell he I flammin, I “hope” he ain’t go vex I reach so far.
Obamsee, Hillary calling on de red telephone, I never see dem light bling bright so, like is war, yuh better forget winning dem boobe dynamite prize early and get to she Oval office in mintues before yuh niggarritis take yuh and yuh call in sick.
Listen, just hold one second, its me ho, you’ve made it already, I’ve got to kick his ass, Korea. Hold one moment, you’re messing with Michelle ho, I’ll like Bill to stick it in ho, pot smoker geek pus.
No, no, no, you can’t hold me on that, it was for the Guinness world record, you step back. I made it fine on that shoot. So what it cost them millions, the most expensive photo, you’ll never match that ho….its a good thing we did sign or did we?
Because I want to exist. Because I am part of the global community. Because willingly I want people to know all about me. Because I know people like to spy.
Facebook – I know everything about you without lifting a finger. I see my dream of being God, I know what is needed to fulfill my wants of global domination…….
The mystery remains, the cosmos is a gateway if we allow ourselves to think the possible, I say this for future generations solely in awe of life…
The Voyager space craft’s Golden Record
This diagram is the given instructions to operate a disk called the Voyager Golden Record which was launched with the Voyager spacecraft in 1977. It contains visuals and sounds to portray the types of life and culture on Earth. Such a device would probably be laugh at or destroyed if it was found in hands of other life more or less intelligent then ourselves. As with the cave painting discoveries in France, the pictogram is an example that art or the act of drawing geometric symbols is the key to all life, etched here on this golden disk. The statement below was part of the intergalactic journey of the American Voyager spacecraft.
If one such civilization intercepts Voyager and can understand these recorded content, here is our message: This is a present from a small distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images, our music, our thoughts and feelings. We are attempting to survive time so we me live into yours. We hope someday to solve the problems we face to join a community of galactic civilization. The record represents our hope and our determination, and our good will in a vast and awesome universe. – Jimmy Carter, June, 1976
A plaque placed on board Pioneer 10 in 1972 and Pioneer 11 spacecraft in 1973, “Hey white woman stand up straight”
It would have been more practical as a self generated device encased in a indestructible sphere. As you shook it to see what it was, the motion would generate power and trigger on a holographic image. The audio should be samples be our heart beat, nevertheless the following montage is an example of what we look like to the outside world. Who knows, the aliens we are in search of may derive from ourself millions of light years ahead. The universal elements of life; Magnetics, electricity, fibonacci spiral, light, magenta, cyan and yellow.
In a dream, I remember seeing the vision of the statue of David as an epoch to the end of the World. Somehow the Sun had died and this was a reminder that only art survives the test of time…
A montage of the pinnacle individuals that left their mark in history on this planet, earth. We will be remembered in a vast universe that we accounted for something, fractions of light if so be……
n a dream, I remember seeing the vision of the statue of David as an epoch to the end of the World. Somehow the Sun had died and this was a reminder that only art survives the test of time.
A montage of the pinnacle individuals that left their mark in history on this planet, earth. We will be remembered in a vast universe that we accounted for something, fractions of light if so be……
The compilation in the following order; largest bomb ever tested, the Tsar, the bombshell, Josephine Baker, Metropolis, LL Cool J’s fly girls, Nadia Comaneci, Diego Maradona, Muhammad Ali, break dancing, Rudolf Nureyev, Pablo Picasso, first television felix the cat, Jesse Owens, Aboriginals dancing, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Marlon Brando, Bruce lee, Albert Einstein, character, Who shot J.R. Ewing, Tank man, Bugsbunny, Martin Luther King, Coco Chanel, Marilyn Monroe, Y2 rocket, the beloved Laika, Apollo 11, Michelangelo David and finally, an aboriginal from Australia. The sound track taken from the radio sounds detected during the Voyager bypass of Jupiter’s magnetic field.
A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity
In this feinin,I found myself faced with a legend, a goddess if you like. A spirit that was encased in a nest of gems, gold, platinum, rubies yet was as fragile as glass. In this self portrait, I saw the footing of a (stone) presence, a moving force where I could flick away my admirers. (And a voice, not of me), but a voice that could capacitive, screeching, epic, so soft.
It’s funny and so revealing, I primmed just before this work was devised.
A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity
This was an artist who at first wanted to taste blood, and a man who thought the very ills of society. In dreams, he languished over his civil obligation. In this self portrait, I felt a man who knew who he was going to be. Determined, fierce and sensual in his ways. But in a way, I was locked in time, unable to see past what I saw. Myself, so matched, so permanent, so frightening.
A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity
In my silence, in my attempt to feinin myself as Edvard Munch, I felt an over sense of an inner insanity, a stark reflection of a man still, self-possessed, cultured but empty. Void of his existence, afraid of his shadow, ominous, heart wrenched, jealous and mysterious. Lost and drowned in his self-worth, in his erratic behavior. A painter who brewed over his purpose, his enigma for living.
