A photographic celebration gets underway... and how!

angelahtokyo

Thank you, thank you, dear artists, photographers and friends in Second Life, for your instant and warm reception to the idea of celebrating the extraordinary work of Baron Grayson, the Templum ex Obscurum, simply for the sheer joy of it.

Here are just ten of the many photographs that are coming in to the Templum ex Obscurum - A NPIRL photographic challenge Flickr group from the ultra talented people of Second Life. In most instances, you can click on the photographs to see a larger version. Please remember to tag your photographs with the name of the creator of Templum ex Obscurum, "Baron Grayson", and also add a "NPIRL" tag for good measure, 'cause it makes me happy.

Even as I'm posting this, more photographs that I hope to feature are being posted to the group.


shellina Winkler


Gina Glimmer


Tillie Ariantho


salme


Lilith Ivory


Gary Hayes


Hidenori Glushenko


Tim Deschanel


Solkide Auer

A very special thanks to the kind gentleman and owner of Templum ex Obscurum, Cuwynne Deerhunter, for his patience with our enthusiastic invasion of the sim.

Ashanti LeShelle's photography articulates her dreams and jump-starts our imagination

Berliner Ashanti LeShelle is polite and reserved in her interactions with others, but her photography tells us so much more.


The FlyBy by Ashanti

Using freeware to post-process her photographs and Second Life as her platform, Ashanti at once loses her self containment and pierces our dazed reality, inviting us to explore her mind and her dreams in ways that surely would have delighted André Breton.


Ashanti dangles from Light Waves' sculpty Ballerina's fingers in "Aversion"

Increasingly, Second Lifers are using the metaverse as a tool for self-discovery and projection of their inner world, with new dimensions of depth. In this regard, Ashanti is leading the pack.

Lash Xevious' La Reve - a Flickrite's delight

Couple Lash Xevious' new purplish eye candy "La Reve" sim and Windlight and you have a photographer's feast on your hands. NPIRL Flickrites... show us your stuff! Here are my own sorry pics, without the benefit of Photoshop.

La Reve is a full sim featuring narrative sculpture and moody virtual nature.



Teleport directly from here.



The very lovely Lash dates back to May of 2004. On her blog, she speaks of La Reve as her virtual canvas. I look forward to knowing her better. Many thanks to my mentor and friend, Tayzia Abattoir, for pointing us to Lash and her work.

Light Waves' 'Night Dreaming' statue comes alive

Nectere Niven IMed me tonight to say that there was a new statue at the Black Swan sim. Yes, the one that was once known as Hallucinogen Rezzable, and before that, the Error sim.

Once again, Light Waves has broken new ground.



Read no further. Just go there (teleport directly) as soon as you can. She is on the far end of the sim, on tiptoes... with eyes closed... alone on a rock, her shawl billowing in the wind behind her. Observe her, and then touch her...



Many thanks to that lovely and cherubic faerie ColeMarie Soleil - a magical member of the NPIRL Flickr group - for allowing me to post her photographs here. Her faerie-dusted pics often express what I cannot find the words to say.

Body of a Woman
by Pablo Neruda, 1924

Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look yourself like a world in your attitude of surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.



I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and the night enveloped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged to you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.



But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Ah those goblets of the chest! Ah those eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice slow and sad!



Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my unbounded desire, my uncertain road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows,
and tiredness follows, and the infinite ache.

From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair