If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em!

I have been taking part in  a black and white photo challenge on Facebook and for most of the images I’ve used photos I’ve taken of the huge construction site right beside our apartment. The Merit Hotel group is building a huge hotel, along with the three other hotels it has close by, and another hotel closer to the Kyrenia town centre.

It’s been incredibly disruptive with huge amounts of dust filling our apartment, constant noise, heaps of rubbish beside our fence, concrete pours going on right through the night with the noise of trucks and concrete pump, and all the detritus of a construction site on our doorstep.

However, when the challenge started up, it seemed to me that a construction site lent itself rather well to black and white photography, particularly as the tower crane which dominates the site looks incredibly elegant.

So, on the basis of the title of this post: “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em”, here are the photos I took in colour then converted to black and white using the B&W facility on PicMonkey on my computer, and Toolwiz on my tablet.

Concrete Pour
Tower crane jib
End of tower crane jib
Tower crane with concrete pour underneath
Closer view of tower crane and concrete pour underneath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stone Songlines

I’ve returned again to a photograph of the Standing Stones of Callenish by Dina of The World According to Dina.

In this image I have linked with the concept of Australian Aboriginal songlines. Aboriginal people, as far as I can understand, have songlines which criss-cross the country and relate to physical elements, reflected in song, which act as place markers. An Aboriginal person can sing their way across the country by reflecting on the song and knowing what physical place it relates to. A person can sing a song to another person who can then traverse the countryside solely by the songlines and their relation to physical elements.

I remember watching an Aboriginal Elder being shown a painting created by another Aboriginal artist, and the Elder started singing as he “walked” through the landscape of the painting. It was astonishing and really a cause for humility in that so often we are disconnected from earth energies and yet consider Western civilisation so “advanced”.

In this instance I’ve represented the songlines or ley lines emanating from the Standing Stones of Callenish as ribbons of energy at the bottom of the painting. The white, dotted wheels represent the turning of the wheels of time as these energy lines permeate Mother Earth and connect our whole planet via the ephemeral energy lines.

We are, literally, never alone as earth energies reverberate below our feet wherever we are and anchor us to this lovely planet on which we live.

Rock Dreaming

This image was developed from a photo of rock layers. I’ve added in the images of birds as they are symbolic of communication and flight into the unknown as well as an image of the Moon representing the Mysteries resonant in life on Mother Earth.

It seems to me that the Spirit of Rock, whatever form it takes on Planet Earth,  is the holder of information throughout the eons of Earth’s existence. Rock Elders are  guardians of wisdom through the ages, something we can often overlook as rock communication is subtle and symbolic rather than the oral language we are more accustomed to use to communicate.

The green in this image reflects growth, healing and continuity, something that is easy to overlook given the turmoil on Earth at present. The pink colour relates to the power of Love and its transcendence above the mundane.

 

A Foray into Black and White Photography

We stopped in the entrance to our communal car park yesterday in the late afternoon and I just noticed the juxtaposition of dried grasses against the grey of the Besparmak Mountains shrouded in cloud. I got my husband to wait (not a happy camper) until I got a photo but then decided that black and white suited the image better due to its moodiness.  I don’t often use black and white, in fact I can’t ever remember creating a black and white image, but always a first time for everything!

Original Photo
Cropped photo of original photo colourised. I’ll use this in other digital art.

 

Spirals of Time

For some reason my attention today has been on the Roman Empire and its rise and fall. Here in North Cyprus there are remnants of Roman occupation all over the place – from the huge complex ruin of Salamis on the south coast to five minutes from here where I live on the north coast to view the Roman fish baths and rock tombs nearby (although I’m not sure if the rock tombs were associated with Roman or earlier history).

To me it’s a reminder that nothing is fixed, that we are now seeing the dying stages of the US and British empires and the rise of India and China, not overnight of course, but underway in a slow, inexorably process.

It’s the same in our own lives – things which once assumed importance can die away to be replaced by new beliefs, practices and identity, in the great spiral of life. Once we recognise the impermanence of life, we can move more freely and accept the new, knowing when it is time to let go of that which no longer serves us.

DNA of Colour

I’ve just found that piZap has released its updated version of its programme so I was playing around with the various gizmos now available and came up with this image from an earlier piece of digital art I created with Toolwiz from a photo of a seashell with a rather lovely pattern.

To  me it’s like a kaleidoscopic image of our colour DNA, all neatly laid out around the central focus of our celllular incarnation.  Okay, imagination running riot but it’s fun, nonetheless!

Colours of Life

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away, well, Perth, Western Australia, to be precise, I used to wear black all the time – black tops, black pants, black hair. I suffered from depression and I was fat, so I felt that wearing black made me look slimmer.

Then I did a a Reiki 1 course and it seemed to open a light inside me. As I was leaving the workshop on the second day,  I saw a short, fat lady wearing black who didn’t look any slimmer and was still fat, and so it occurred to me that I was a taller woman wearing black to look slim and still looked fat!

The next day I went into Perth’s biggest department store and bought a brightly coloured cotton dress, just right for the heat of summer, and which made an amazing difference to my life.  I felt lighter but, interestingly, quite a few people came up to me to tell me how much they liked the dress and colours. My husband reckoned it was my Ken Done dress as Ken Done was an Australian artist who always painted in very bright colours.

So here’s a reminder to you all – colours make your life. They light up your life. Tune in to colour and see how it affects your life. And find your favourite colour to work with to resonate with your heart and soul energies.