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Robert ParkeHarrison - Sylvain Campeau, Écophilie - Ciel variable Magazine :: Cloud Cleaner
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This is how Sylvain Campeau defines the works of Robert ParkeHarrison. It is a paradox of a Resurrection that cannot help but take part in the Apocalypse; the paradox of the uncontrollable destruction of our nourishing Earth, enslaved by the gradual yet inexorable advent of industrial development but counterbalanced by an effect of regeneration of all life, whatever will happen to it; images of deforested, impoverished, arid land, symbolizing the march of death, which introduce, in spite of everything, a form of life through animated machinery, like the androids of our famous predecessors (among them the future “Eves” of Villiers de l’Isle-Adams and Fritz Lang’s in Metropolis). We do not emerge unscathed from these images. Only an indestructible faith in life enables us to pass through the emotional states – mourning, melancholy, utopia – provoked by ParkeHarrison’s “machine-humans” or “human-machines”.
[Ciel Variable]
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“Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.” ― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree
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simplyfurnituredirect · 2 months
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Curious
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lyss-butterscotch · 7 days
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The art of violence
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:
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f-identity · 1 year
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[Image description: A series of posts from Jason Lefkowitz @[email protected] dated Dec 08, 2022, 04:33, reading:
It's good that our finest minds have focused on automating writing and making art, two things human beings do simply because it brings them joy. Meanwhile tens of thousands of people risk their lives every day breaking down ships, a task that nobody is in a particular hurry to automate because those lives are considered cheap https://www.dw.com/en/shipbreaking-recycling-a-ship-is-always-dangerous/a-18155491 (Headline: 'Recycling a ship is always dangerous.' on Deutsche Welle) A world where computers write and make art while human beings break their backs cleaning up toxic messes is the exact opposite of the world I thought I was signing up for when I got into programming
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the machine.
a comic about being a 'creator' online.
creative notes:
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lotus-pear · 9 months
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yeah sure therapy is nice but teen soukoku is faster and a lot cheaper
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spite-and-waffles · 1 year
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Bruce, picking up a stray: "He reminds me of me!" :333
Bruce, a couple of years later: "Why is he such a stubborn, self-destructive drama queen??" >((
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hrokkall · 7 months
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VIOLENCE /// SECOND
LIGHT UP THE NIGHT
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nostalgia-tblr · 8 months
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One thing New Who doesn't really have that Old Who did was the thing where everyone (audience included) thinks the Doctor is this amazing genius from space with the best spaceship of all time, and then someone else from Gallilfrey shows up and goes "Oh, it's you. Did you get expelled from our university or did you just fail your degree? Is THAT what you're driving around the universe in? How does that thing even still work? And why are you dressed like that?"
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radiance1 · 3 days
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Just remembered about the Vortex's lil guy au and decided to write a lil about it.
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When the Justice League arrived to stop a newly risen villain's scheme, which involved taking holding an entire city hostage with the use of a machine that could control the weather, which also involved expanded after successfully taking over the city.
When they achieved victory, they did not expect a child to be powering the machine.
Shazam, surprisingly, was the first one to react. "Danny!?" He said as he flew over to the boy, gently picking him from the confines of the machine (after they it had been deactivated) and into his arms. "Danny...?" He said a moment later, unsure of himself as his voice wavered a bit.
He shook the boy a bit, not too hard though, so as not to do any accidental harm. Blearily, the boy blinked opened his eyes, staring up at Shazam's worried face. "Shazam?" He murmured, voice rough and scratchy, as if it wasn't used often.
Either this boy-Danny-didn't speak much beforehand, or he was trapped in that machine so long that his voice became like this from a long period of disuse.
Shazam seemed to have thought so as well, and by his expression, it seemed to be more of the later as he floated down beside the rest of the League.
Danny blinked slowly before looking around the area, eyes glancing over every member present, then his surroundings and then finally back to Shazam and, with a curious tilt of his head he simply asked. "Did I get possessed again?"
A wave of concern washed over the group at the way the boy so casually asked such a question. As if it happened often enough that he grew used to it and, if the 'again' was any indication, it might just be the case.
"No." Shazam shook his head, readjusting his hold on the boy as he started to try and wiggle himself out of his arms. "Are you okay?"
"Yep." Said Danny, not even taking a moment to consider the question. As if he didn't just come out of a machine that feed upon his powers for who knew how long. Shazam's eyes narrowed in a glare that could almost give the Bat's a run for his money.
"Danny." The Champion of Magic chided, and the boy's eyes glazed over for a moment as Shazam simply readjusted his hold again. A moment later the boy blinked, a small purse to his lips and the vaguest amounts of concern slipping onto his face. "Oh," The boy said, no longer trying to wiggle himself from Shazam's hold. "My magic is acting weird, that's not good."
"Well yea since you, you know, had your powers drained and all?" Green Lantern said, the end of his question dipping into a question as the boy turned his head in his direction with too empty eyes that, for some reason, unsettled him.
"Who're you?" He asked with passing interest.
Whatever unsettlement Green Latern felt, it was immediately replaced with the vaguest amount of offence as the boy's words somehow wounded his ego more than such a simple question should have once it registered.
Who then immediately proceeded to ignore him.
The boy then blinked again, turning to Batman and giving the man a small wave. "Hello again, Batman." The Dark Knight simply grunted in his direction and nodded. Then pointed to each and every member present and slowly called out their names.
"Wonder Woman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, " Both of the aliens names were whispered with an underlying awe. "The Flash and Aquaman." His finger than landed on Green Lantern, and the boy furrowed his brows. "So who're you?"
"How do you know spooky but not me?!" Green Lantern ignored the Bat's glare in his direction at the use of the nickname, wounded pride and genuine bafflement allowing him to do such a thing.
"We met before." Danny state simply, as if that was the answer to all questions. "You?" He asked again.
This could not get worse. Green Lantern thought.
It could get worse. Green Lantern realized a few moments later after trying-and failing-to get the boy to recognize him as the members present were snickering at his plight.
Even Wonder Woman was trying to hold down a smile.
His eyes accidentally wandered in Batman's direction to see his reaction and he let out a quiet sigh of relief to see the man unmoved with only the slightest amount of disappointment that he didn't crack. Though it was wildly overshadowed by his ego being salvaged-
Batman's lips quirked up into a smirk before falling so fast that he had trouble believing if it was even there in the first place.
Green Lantern's jaw dropped as he stared at the Bat incredulously, who simply stared back. Unmoved, like a stone. As if he didn't just smile at him.
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cacartoon · 2 months
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A better look
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introspectres · 5 months
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Low Tide & High Tide || [prints]
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akindplace · 3 months
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I think when you grow up lacking material things, lacking affection or any form of stability, you end up saving everything for later in a constant fear of running out or you end up being so ashamed of asking people for help, for a job, for any kindness and then ending up being denied, that you don’t dare asking, even if you have financial stability and good relationships in the present as an adult. You end up self-sabotaging in fear of what it might mean to desire something and not have it. The more you want, the more you abstain and the bigger that sort of empty craving gets. Don’t feel guilty for the seemingly enormity of your own needs, because the more you abstain from them, the bigger they get. Don’t let your soul starve. Don’t let yourself run on empty. Don’t let the emptiness grow into a pit. Don’t save happiness for later or for when you “become” a worthy person - you don’t need to earn every little thing, you don’t have to hurt yourself to be worthy of some soothing or any help.
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lorenzonuti · 3 months
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Merged files.
Now available for purchase on INPRNT
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clopinasworld · 5 months
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"Don't move!" "Don't shoot. I'm on your side." "With us? Are you a human?" "Obviously! What do I look like? DPD. I work with Lieutenant Hank Anderson? We're on a stakeout. If I knew you were coming I would have brought some donuts." "You're a lucky guy. Another second and I'd have shot you. You should go back up on deck and let us do our job." "You're right. That's... Exactly what I'm gonna do."
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