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Die Schönheit des Banalen (The Beauty of the Trivial)

by Stephan Brenn

Art Tel Aviv

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Photo by Smilla Dankert

Artist: Stephan Brenn

Stephan Brenn is collecting, observing, exploring. He is an explo­rer of the unseen. There are unwanted, wasted and leftover objects, fascinating him.

His work is based on found material, shown as ready made–wire drawing, light projection on house walls and YLOP light-photography.

Stephan Brenn (1961) born in Heidelberg, lives and works in Berlin. Founder of the “museum für verwandte Kunst,” Cologne. His work was shown in the museum für konkrete Kunst – Ingolstadt, luminale – Frankfurt, raum für zeitgenössische kunst – Zürich, contemporary art ruhr – Essen, art tel aviv – Tel Aviv, museum schnütgen – Cologne, museum marta – Herford, preview berlin art fair – Berlin…..


Der berliner künstler stephan brenn, geboren 1961 in heidelberg arbeitet aktuell an drahtinstallationen, lichtinstallationen, anweisungsprojekten und fotoprojekten.

Realisierungen: teufelsberg-berlin; preview berlin art fair-berlin; museum marta-herford; contemporary art ruhr-zeche zollverein essen; art tel aviv-tel aviv; luminale-frankfurt; museum schnütgen-köln; museum für konkrete kunst-ingolstadt; lichtturm-solingen; hörder burg-dortmund; museum schloß burgk-burgk; herz jesu kirche-köln; spichernhöfe-köln; reinraum-düsseldorf; museum für verwandte kunst-köln; kunstverein projektraum bahnhof 25-kleve; raum für zeitgenössische kunst-zürich; POSITIONS BERLIN ART FAIR-berlin; german consulate general-new york city; bedsitter art fair-wien; LAGEEGAL-berlin…….






Stephan Brenn sammelt, beobachtet, erforscht, macht Kunst. Er ist ein Entdecker und Sichtbarmacher von Dingen, die eigentlich schon für immer verschwunden waren. Seine Fundstücke erzählen Geschichten über den Ort von dem sie stammen und über eine Gesellschaft, die Wegwerfgesellschaft genannt wird. Es sind ungewollte, überflüssige und übrig gebliebene Objekte, die in ihrer ursprünglichen Gestalt deformiert wurden. Sie haben Zufallsformen angenommen, die per se jedoch auch logischen Gesetzten folgen. Im Nutzungsprozess werden ihre Gebrauchsformen umgeformt, dekonstruiert. Die Deformation löst sie aus ihrem Funktionszusammenhang und macht sie wieder zu Rohmaterialien der Industriegesellschaft. Gleichzeitig visualisieren sie die Magie ihres Verwandlungsprozesses vom funktionalen Gegenstand zum achtlos weggeworfenem und doch unbewusst gestalteten ästhetischen Objekt. Stephan Brenn öffnet die Augen für die Schönheit des Banalen, indem er minimal eingreift. Er arrangiert, ordnet an, komponiert und unterstreicht die Charakteristik der Zufallsformen, indem er sie zu einem Dialog untereinander führt. Durch die geometrischen Formen Kreis und Rechteck, zu denen er seine Fundstücke komponiert, gibt Stephan Brenn den Objekten eine neue, rein ästhetische Aura. Die Drahtzeichnungen spiegeln also einen doppelten Formprozess wider. Im ersten Schritt werden die Dinge durch ihre industrie-kulturelle Verwendung deformiert und der Aura ihrer Nützlichkeit beraubt, dann im künstlerischen Prozess der Auswahl und Kombination behutsam zu einer neuen Form zusammengeführt, sodass sie im Schutz der selbstverständlichen geometrischen Metaform ihren ganz individuellen ästhetischen Reiz entfalten können.

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Nostalgic Times

by Laura Silvestre Bataller


















artist-laura-silvestre-batallerArtist: Laura Silvestre Bataller

I am from Castellón Spain,but I live in Benicssim. I’m a ceramist, a commercial ceramic designer, and also a mother. What I like the most is creative design and the Fine Arts, so in my free time I love to create works that are magical with touches of innocence and mystery. A simple photograph in a room, edited in a Venetian style with textures…creates a dream world of yesteryear…







Fantasie Sopra la Città di Venezia (Fantasy upon the City of Venice)

by Luca Rajna

These three sequences are inspired by what Wolfgang Goethe wrote about the gondoliers’ songs during his Italian tour.






















luca_rajna_3_bio_picLuca Rajna is the founder of the photographic studio Luca Rajna Progetti Fotografici (Photographic Projects) and works mainly with weddings and photo shootings. His team of world-class professionals consists of storytellers who have won all the most important awards: World Press Photo, Sony World Photography Awards and so on. The know-how of his team allows him to avoid a single standardized working methodology, getting the most suitable style for every client.

When he takes photographs he always looks for conveying emotions and feelings beyond what is represented: “There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect” taught G.K. Chesterton. Before to become a photographer Luca was a musician and researcher specialized in baroque Venetian music. His wife Maria Rosa is from Venice: her slang easily stands out, so…They got married in 1996, the year in which he did his last concert and was already the leader of a photography studio since two years, after studying photography in Milan from 1992 to 1994 at the CFP Ricccardo Bauer.

At the end of the 90s he was among the first Italian photographers to have a full website and after noticing on the Internet the work of his colleagues from abroad he made the wedding photojournalism philosophy famous in Italy, which was virtually unknown in his country then. In private life he is still fond of ancient (and ethnic) music, loves to translate the Bible from the ancient Hebrew and Greek texts and… would never stop playing Subbuteo (a kind of “Table Soccer” very common in Italy). Luca and his wife chose to live in the country, out of a big city. Their children names are Mattia (Matthew) and Noemi.

Among famous names, Luca learned to framing his images reading the treatises of Vasily Kandinsky, looking at the cinema of Andrei Tarkovsky, and to discover the poetry of the light from the black and white of William Eugene Smith. His favorite photography books are from the analogue era: “L’Isola Intima” [The Intimate Island] by Carmelo Bongiorno and “Venice” by David Hamilton. Recommended Movies: Ushpizin (2004), Fireproof (2008) and Courageous (2011).

Main Website › www.progettifotografici.com

Instagram › luca.rajna https://www.instagram.com/luca.rajna

Facebook › https://www.facebook.com/LucaRajnaProgettiFotografici

Google+ › https://plus.google.com/+ProgettiFotografici


On Canvas

by Raewyn Senff

a winter's walk

a winter’s walk

chasing them down

chasing them down


flying south

kite flyer

kite flyer

let them play

let them play

strolling Mujimba beach

strolling Mujimba beach

taking flight

taking flight

the fisherman

the fisherman

the squabble

the squabble




portrait_raewyn_senffArtist: Raewyn Senff

Many years ago I started studying photography but never completed any formal education, life took over instead. Now 30 years on I have gone back to study and completed what I started.

My work has now evolved as I am now influenced by the great painting masters Monet, Matisse and Degas. I would now say my work is painterly. I love to create images of atmosphere and beauty which go beyond a representation of day to day reality.

I use in camera movement techniques to creatively portray my subjects, then in post processing I add textures and layers to paint a story. This is a reflection of my life through my eyes.


Website: http://www.gallery61photography.com/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gallery61_photography



Quiet Moments

by Nirav Patel

When we stop to really listen and see the world, we can detect the quiet in the chaos. I define my visual language by bringing these quiet moments to life through my photographs.

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Nirav Patel-self portraitNirav Patel spent most of his life studying to become an engineer after his parents left India to find opportunity and a good life for him in the states. After he successfully finished his education and worked in the engineering field for 5 years he was laid off during the economic downturn.  During this time he discovered the power of photographs when looking through his parents wedding album.  He realized how important is was to capture these memories.  He then dedicated his time to teaching himself photography.  He soon found another position as an engineer but had already fallen in love with photography.  In 2010 he decided to quit his new job and pursue photography full time.

www.niravpatelphoto.com (editorial)

www.niravpatelphotography.com (wedding)

www.niravpatelphotography.tumblr.com (personal journal)

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/niravphotography/?hl=en

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Nirav-Photography-114491138574349/



EYESIGHT/INSIGHT – Introduction to Keisuke Takahashi Photography

by Keisuke Takahashi

Welcome to my Eyesight – Filtered with my Insight.


The Lighthouse Man

Processed with Rookie Cam

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City and Street

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Keisuke TakahashiArtist: Keisuke Takahashi

Keisuke Takahashi is a photographer who lives in Tokyo. He bought an iPhone4S in December 2011 and it opened the way to express his feeling in photography. Four years and little has passed since then. Now he’s aiming to express the strong and deep representation in B&W Photography with various cameras like DSLR, Film SLR, Film compact camera but his main camera is still iPhone. He held his first exhibition “The Lighthouse Man” in February 2016. The idea of this project came out of his divorce experience in 2014. He defines Lighthouse as a symbol of the isolation, and he tried to shoot himself as the lighthouse man who watches the ships run through the ocean of life. Not only the photograph, “The Lighthouse Hat” was created by himself also.

EYESIGHT/INSIGHT – My Portfolio on Smugmug https://tokyogyango.smugmug.com/
Flickr https://www.flickr.com/photos/tokyogyango/
Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/KeisukeTakahashiPhotography
Twitter https://twitter.com/keisuke_photo

A Tribute to Walt Pascoe: Savage Uncertainties On The Road Home Reprise

Walt PascoeOn December 21, 2015–Winter Solstice, the day with the longest night of the year–a dear friend and an extraordinary human being said goodbye to life on earth. His name is Walt Pascoe and many of you know of his very human, honest, luminescent, and soaring artwork–artwork that matches his spirit completely. Many of you also knew the man himself–and, if so, feel the loss keenly.

Walt wrote an essay, accompanied by artwork, for Creative Thresholds three years ago–it ran December 21, 2012 (this is uncanny, perhaps fitting)–about his struggle with colon cancer. A searing, poignant, and brutally honest account of his experience. I’m choosing to run it again in honor of this amazing human being and friend.

We miss you, Walt.


Savage Uncertainties On The Road Home

by Walt Pascoe

And but so yeah.

Having recovered nicely from the insult of surgery to resect 10 inches of my large intestine, I was more or less happily bobbing back up to the surface of my murky little emotional pond. It had been disappointing to learn that cancer cells were already frolicking around my lymph system like unruly children, and that the tender wisdom of western medical modalities dictated a course of prophylactic chemo. But after a brief time for contemplation and acceptance I’d come to terms with “stage 3” and prepared myself accordingly. There was the relatively minor surgery to insert a semi-permanent, sub-cutaneous port in my chest for easy access to a major artery, and the inevitable institutional waltz w/ the doctors office and insurance company to pre-approve this gold-plated poisoning. And finally a couple more visits to the various scan-masters for more complete head to thigh reconnoitering of my tender corpus, in order to be doubly sure there were no other cancerous redoubts hidden under a rock somewhere. All this transpired in a relatively compressed time-frame, the doctors and staff proceeding w/ an admirable, if not entirely reassuring, sense of professional urgency. And so it came to pass that my oncologist only received the latest reports the night before I showed up to begin chemo infusions.

The six-month course of chemo for my particular cancer goes by the vaguely militaristic sounding acronym FOLFOX. Essentially it involves kicking back in the coolest recliner you’ve ever seen while various anti-nausea meds and the main chemical arsenal are deployed sequentially for a few hours. (What is it with all the battle metaphors?) One of the meds is more effective if administered in small bursts over 46 hours, so before you’re allowed to leave a pump is hooked up to your port and you wear this home. Its a robust little programmable squirt machine that looks more or less like the FedEx guys’ scanner, and you get to wear it on a belt around your waist or over your shoulder. So much for any shred of sartorial hipness I might have been clinging to in the waning years of middle age semi-decrepitude. On the bright side, the pump makes a rhythmic clicking sound which, while lying on the bed next to me at night, is not without a certain comforting intimacy…

“Incantations on the Road Home” 48”x64” Graphite on gessoed panel

“Incantations on the Road Home” 48”x64” Graphite on gessoed panel

Wait… what?

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Turns out there was in fact a further metastasis. Stage 4. Another decent sized tumor wrapped around a bronchial tube near the entry point into my left lung, snuggly nestled next to my heart; a weirdly poetic location given the stressful mid-life transitions I’d been enduring of late, but one that rendered it inoperable. So a second biotherapy (a monoclonal antibody called Avastin) was added to the FOLFOX chemo regimen, all to be administered over a 6 month period…

“Raven Gets In” 48”x60” Oil on canvas

“Raven Gets In” 48”x60” Oil on canvas

“I always put lime on the people I kill. Wait… are you calling 911?” ~ Drunk guy in a Mexican restaurant, as related by my friend Melissa Johnston.

And so it seems that cancer has created the mother of all liminal spaces in my life. And it is from this strangely pregnant territory that I peer out into the… I want to say abyss… but like so many words now it seems inadequate, overused, and worked to within an inch of its word-ly life by the incessant hype culture hum we wallow in. The title of some crappy movie, complete with cross-licensed plastic action figures free w/ your next Happy Meal. And seriously, how many of us ever reach beyond the tremulous shadow of the concept and endeavors to actually process this deep down inside our whirring, buzzing lizard-brains? It crouches at the center of your chest like a cold rock, pulling you down through the turbid water more effectively than the finest cement shoes. Who the heck would want to go there voluntarily? Who…

“Fatal Shore” 48”x64” Acrylic on canvas

“Fatal Shore” 48”x64” Acrylic on canvas

Blaise Pascal wrote in “Pensées,” “We run heedlessly into the abyss after putting something in front of us to stop us from seeing it.”

It’s amazing how emotions flow just like weather.

I can go along doing what I think of as “well”: feeling optimistic, comfortable being alone, celebrating the liminal, accepting the transitory nature of things, handling the chemo, sensing health and wholeness on a walk in Whites Woods, meditating, reading, feeling a measured enthusiasm for the future w/o treating the present like just something to be got through, the master of silver linings, counting my blessings, deeply grateful for the love and support of my friends and family, acquaintances at the Post Office saying “hey, you look great”, relieved by the fact that I haven’t yet assumed the grayish-blue pallor of the wasting.

And then there will be this slow creeping intimation of unease, like a little darkening on the horizon. Just a few clouds on an otherwise sunny day…

Stillness and solitude in White’s Woods, Litchfield

Stillness and solitude in White’s Woods, Litchfield

Willem DeKooning referred to himself as a “slipping glimpser”.

As the storm gathers and starts to darken my interior landscape I can feel the slipping; the accumulation of tension in my heart and body. Fear, longing, and worry… a somatic ache that fluidly transmutes into a profound and painful spiritual dread if not checked quickly by some distraction. This is where it gets tricky being alone. It is so much easier to distract yourself from it when you are with other people. Just ignore and bury it in the cosmopolitan joy of human culture and friendship. Or loose yourself engineering a life.

“[…] almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of ‘psst’ that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer. ”
~ David Foster Wallace in “Infinite Jest”.

I guess this terror has always been present, and is for every human being. We do with it what we will. Tune it out. Turn it into art or literature. Transmogrify the brutal fact of our inevitable decay into infinite varieties of work and the illusion of progress. Am I thinking too much?! This is not always true. There are times when laughter and joy come in solitude and I can revel in it. But the laughter is hardened and forced when you are filled w/ grief at the prospect of loosing all you love… threatened in such an immediate, tangible way… I’m attached to my attachments! A lousy Buddhist if ever there was one! It’s amazing how I can go along feeling buoyant about the possibility of remission… and oh the delirious possibility of “durable remission”, held out there like the most seductive of outcomes. And then just tank for awhile… fall into the dark… gazing up into a night sky perversely ornamented with PET scan constellations of cancerous cells awash in radioactively tagged glucose, collaged all over my chest and neck, blinking out an inscrutable code… exhausted from the grasping after some more universal, ever-present , capital “L” Love. God. Some hopeful bulwark against the immensity of the void surrounding my fearful and trembling self. A glimpse perhaps…

The Real Work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

~ Wendell Berry ~

(Collected Poems)

And so it goes. Alone with the Alone. It is a choice. A pseudo-monastic exile, punctuated by genuinely caring and helpful visits from my loved ones and the logistics of the chemo rhythm. Simone Weil said “attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity”…

"Exile Study No.4 ~ Perdita" ink and graphite on paper, 22"x 30",

“Exile Study No.4 ~ Perdita” ink and graphite on paper, 22″x 30″

And what exactly is it that I am attending to now?

Seeking Now through mindful solitude. That word, though: seeking! Seeking itself one of the most seductive of attachments. After the briefest foray into the silence, I flee back into the endless loop of intellectual and aesthetic dialogue w/ the dead. With those I’ve chosen to valorize as artistic mentors for 30 years: David Smith and Charles Olson. And into the radiating web of endlessly fascinating threads that fan out from their volcanic productions. Back into yet another painting or drawing, searching searching searching, always searching… wading through a rich but terrifying uncertainty…

“The Secret Life of Wind” 48”x64” graphite on gessoed panel

“The Secret Life of Wind” 48”x64” graphite on gessoed panel

“Sometimes when I start a sculpture, I begin with only a realized part, the rest is travel to be unfolded much in the order of a dream. The conflict for realization is what makes art not its certainty, nor its technique or material.”
–David Smith

In Alex Stein and Yahia Lababidi’s wonderful conversation, “The Artist as Mystic”, Yahia quotes Heidegger: “Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.” This resonates now. Not just a little! The words vibrate in my chest as if I were standing alongside a huge, beautifully wrought bell being rung. Small pieces of the rock crouching there begin to fall…

“The Chain of Memory is Resurrection I” 30”x40” graphite and acrylic on bristol board

“The Chain of Memory is Resurrection I” 30”x40” graphite and acrylic on bristol board


Writer and artist: Walt Pascoe

Please check out more of Walt’s art at http://www.waltpascoe.com/.

Transformations (After Anne Sexton)

By Jessica E. Prescott







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food hawk





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low country


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south cack bridge


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there's this old man

there’s this old man



Under One Sky





Jessica Era PrescottArtist: Jessica Era Prescott

Jessica is a chess teacher by trade, an observer by practice, and a hedgehog by design. She cycles, recycles, is currently reading the history of the American short story, bakes occasional challah bread, edits accidentally, tinkers on the mandolin, write poems, takes pictures of clouds, curates & liaisons between artists & community, teaches little humans how to be big ones, & mothers a thoughtful, three-year-old boy. Her chess book and details of her chess world on FB & overthechessboard.com.

Website: http://www.jessicaeprescott.com/

Instagram: @madzetetic

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/j.era.martin

Email: j.era.prescott@gmail.com


Escape to Reality

by David Giovannetti

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David GiovannettiMy name is David Giovannetti and I live in a small town in Italy, called Corinaldo. I am not the son of an artist, nor did I attend art school, but still boast a curriculum that goes beyond any academic teaching: the tales of the adventures of my father, an Italian who emigrated to the United States to try his luck.

Thanks to his absurd stories, sometimes fantastic, my childhood flourished with wonder and curiosity about the world. Through fantasizing about his stories, I found the way to express myself through imagination which was sparked through art, specifically photography.

The path to turn this passion into a full-time job is long and arduous but I’m giving it my all to achieve this.

Website: https://davidgiovannettiphotography.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DavidGiovannettiPhotography

Email: david.giovannetti@outlook.com

My decisive moments…

By Michel Verhoef

My photography  tries to communicate emotion. Some of my images may be classified as art photography, while some may be seen as a documentary or a crossover between both. I usually want to capture an emotion within our daily lives that is laying a bit deeper, or very deep, or a just-below-the-surface.

You may see my love for the old-style photographers in my work: the Bressons, the Friedlanders, the Parrs or even a Norman Rockwell could be hidden in there. Just to name a few. The Dutch photographer Erwin Olaf is also a great inspiration.

Essentially I want to keep the scene as original as possible without changing it by copying or adding in information from other pictures. The basic mood of a picture has to be already in the picture through the real-life content of the scene. I just need to enhance my images by dodging and burning to emphasize the feeling and to guide the viewer’s eye. Every picture needs to tell a story, preferably through an interaction between people or between people and their environment. In most cases my subjects are people who demand a quick response from the camera’s shutter and sometimes a lot of patience is required to get people used to that lingering-guy-with-a-camera.

Child in time

Child in time

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Hot but stylish



Dorana Alberti

Dorana Alberti

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But I want to stay

Garçon s'il vous plait

Garçon s’il vous plait

Everlasting pose

Everlasting pose



Beach confession

Beach confession

Happy days are here again

Happy days are here again

One child policy

One child policy



It takes two

It takes two

Tango mirrored

Tango mirrored





Michel VerhoefMichel Verhoef was born in Germany and immigrated to the Netherlands at age nine. His father was a Dutch jazz musician and his mother a German housewife. Verhoef started at about that young age to make his first pictures with a Brownie that he got from his mother. From her he inherited his feeling for the visual art photography. It has always, though, stayed a hobby besides his actual job as a housing engineer.

Website: http://michel-verhoef.artistwebsites.com/


Michel’s Recommended/Interesting Links:

Magnum Photos–The Changing of a Myth

Berlin — Erwin Olaf (video)


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