Beauty is everywhere and nowhere, depending if our eyes are closed to the world, or wide-open, focused on our Planet! Our eyes are evolving to see only LCD screens! Real HD is simply, observing nature with your own two specially evolved eye balls!
Most of us walk around, blind to the specks of brilliance, all over our little worlds. Fluorescent lighting and computer screens have desensitized our visual acuity! We take for granted, which evolution and survival gave us… The most beautiful organs, the windows to the human psyche, the perfect, stunning human eyes! We think our natural world will always be there…BUT…at present, climate change and deforestation of the South American Rain-forests threaten many species and have already eradicated many other species!
Just because we can’t see South America and the Amazon from here, doesn’t mean we aren’t responsible. Sarah Palin may be able to see Russia from her house, but we can’t see the destruction and damage we are causing, to the whole planet, with our wasteful, ignorant, antiquated ways of manufacturing practices and our disregard for what top scientists have proven! How many more species will become extinct before we do? Science offers hope, if we start embracing science instead of war and religion. Religion and war do not mix with science and human advancement. We have recorded evidence of history repeating itself. Its time we listened to science and the experienced people in these scientific fields or we are going to lose more butterflies! Maybe after we lose US!
Here in America, we continue to eradicate nature, such as the Hemp plant this beautiful butterfly is perched on. Industrial Hemp has been legalized recently by our Federal Government but it still remains taboo to many people here in the U.S.A., which is traditionally, behind most other countries, even some third-world-countries! We can’t take care of our own, how are we going to preserve nature at its finest and most delicate?
Natures very definition is “the phenomena of the physical world collectively, including plants, animals, the landscape, and other features and products of the earth, as opposed to humans or human creations.” ~Websters Dictionary~.
To me, this definition infers that nature does NOT need us but we DO NEED NATURE! I mean, really how much science do we need to prove this titanium fact? Do human-beings really need to see the outcome of the current trauma? Humans are raping the planet! I don’t need an evolutionary biologist like Richard Dawkins to explain this simple concept…none of us do, except for the far right-wing republicans AKA the “tea-party”. This party does not believe in “climate change” or “global warming”. That’s going to make our next butterfly extinct!
“The report is based on a survey of Mexico‘s Monarch Butterfly Biosphere Reserve done in December 2013. The butterflies, which spend the winter hibernating in the reserve’s forest, occupied only 1.65 acres (0.6 hectare) in December 2013—a 44 percent drop from 2012, when theinsects covered 2.76 acres (1.12 hectares) of land. The survey was conducted by the WWF-Telcel Alliance and Mexico’s National Commission for Protected Areas.” ~National Geographic~
These magnificent creatures are slowly disappearing…some not so slow. Scientific data already is proving that Monarch Migration is down 44%! Scientists report climate change is the main change but all of the pesticides, deforestation and greenhouse gasses are also dooming the Monarchs to extinction. Can you imagine a life without the Monarchs? I can’t. I’m a simple country boy, Monarchs always comforted me and I could count on the friendly little sprites to bring me luck and good fortune every year. I have noticed fewer and fewer every year! I had more hummingbirds this year than Monarchs in my garden!
How can we let this priceless, beautiful, biological artwork become extinct? We wouldn’t let our Constitution be destroyed. We wouldn’t let our Declaration of Independence bed destroyed. Why are we letting an evolutionary, biological piece of art like this rare butterfly, become extinct? I think it has to do with a hue…a hue of Green! Evil always has a good foundation in money! That’s how humans will become extinct someday too at the present rate we are going. Humans are too greedy and ignorant to evolve at this trajectory. Humans are doomed at the current destructive rate they are traveling at!
Beauty is fleeting, we all know this. Natural Beauty like this can be preserved though, with a complete change in our habits and our consumption. Humans have all become “Consumers” in the civilized countries of the world. I say “civilized” but are we really? America itself, is a huge consumer of war and military people and equipment. It is what Eisenhower warned of “the military machine” that is the U.S. President Eisenhower was right again!
Money! Rich get Richer and the Poor, well you know… It’s the green, the greed, that are destroying our ecological balance! It is the usual politics and rich versus the poor.
This visual explosion of RED screams color! Eyeballs bulge and ears ring when processing this image! It is Bizarre and beautiful! Just like human-beings!
Angry yet graceful imagery. Slightly sensual but organic…natural and innocent in nature with a side of naughty! Butterfly Red!
Stinging…that was the immediate response, then came a bit of shock…not the kind of shock you die from, but the kind that shatters your heart. Weird thing is…I kinda liked it. Is that wrong? I felt ashamed of myself as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt I didn’t deserve it, but I wanted it again…shame, doubt or am I perverse? Maybe I am a victim? Who would I tell? Because I still kinda liked the sting…that reminded me I was fully aware and alive.
Twisted in agony I am. Depressed, alone, darkness. Cast, no really, cast in this immobile image. Once I walked amongst other human-beings. Now, am I, am I in Hell? I see nothing but blank stares, looking through me, or what used to be me. I scream, but everyone is deaf. They wander, in pain, looking for an exit. But there is none!
Hello, our name is Death…and we are here for your soul today. Â Â Â Â Â We already know you weren’t expecting us. Coupled together, we are. 2 human shells… spliced, stitched, plumbed and wired as a single unit, and today, my friend, is your day. Tears won’t stop it. Prayer won’t stop it. It’s too late slave. We own you now. Our home is your emptiness.
The strings sing my sadness in tones no human voice can reach. I am waiting for death. I wait, sadly and quietly, with seconds of nothingness amongst hours of sheer panic. I wonder to myself “is this life?” I never get an answer. I never hear a voice telling me what to do. I pray at times, but fall asleep before I get to the “amen” part. Prayer is like counting sheep backwards for me I guess.
The apparatus had a firm grip on my torso, squeezing ever so slightly. Slightly but consistently constantly. The girl across the way was already dead. Her bodily juices running down the machines mechanical, clawed hand and smacking the floor louder than machine-gun fire! Her body was slowly turning ash colored as her life blood ran down the industrial killing machine’s hand. No matter how hard the apparatus squeezed the life out of us, it was never enough for the entity that once protected us. Rich in the Billions and Politicians were exempt…under their health care plans!
Lost Gigs, floating in a cloud, around my dismantled mind. Untied, untangled and set free…gone forever. Now, I am considered insane. I am not Insane alone. I am CreAtivelY INSANE.
A picture is worth a thousand words, sometimes more. She was so sad, I could only compare it to the sadness of someone who has lost a partner in life. I didn’t know what to say…I stuttered and stammered. I asked her if she was okay finally, after I ate some mushrooms. I don’t remember what happened next. Now I am broken-hearted.
Until I found my own identity. I let the Morbid One rob me of who I was for so many years. Now I know. The Morbid One was part of me. I had to exorcise that piece of me that was defeating me! I won.
American. Freedom.Democratic.Founded. ON Slavery and death. Death of Americans already living here! The Rich have gotten richer, and more elite, if possible. The poor have moved into poverty-stricken and the middle class is poor! But…But…the Rich have gotten Richer! The margin is growing wider, too wide to be bridged anymore! Republicans scream socialism at the left while capitalism is at an all time HIGH! Wow! Why bother. Big Brother wants our eyes gouged out and mouth sewn shut. The girl above is THE perfect American according to recent people polls!
According to movies and maybe in the Bible, the dead will be judged before God at the End of Times. Man, it sucks if you have been dead for awhile…what kind of afterlife would it be if you were half-rotten? What if you were only a Femur? The rest was gone? You are screwed! Right? What if you were just a pelvis? That wouldn’t be much of an after-life, even if you were on a Gold Street!
Insane Pieces of Art! aggressive artistry Shoved Down Your Throat!
I don’t know the name of the artist and I am glad I don’t. I like to think their art explains who they, the artists, are! This image portrays a strong, sexual person to me. I feel confused by the picture! It makes me think and feel, though not necessarily all positive, it does force me to feel…very conflicted and a little violated!
What else can be said for Angiospermae Insane? The image is awesome. Not much more to say. Enjoy!
Nature always has the finest canvas! Nature supplies all of the elements needed for the perfect painting! This picture is worth millions of words! What else can I possibly say?
This has got to be one of the most awesome tattoos in the world! Enough said!
This is an actual person! Art takes many shapes, forms and dimensions!
I think any artist would agree with this saying. I sure relate to it. Many people, people very close to me…don’t understand me. I am an artist, a writer, a free-thinker, different…atypical! I am labeled a weirdo by some, I’m sure…that doesn’t bother me anymore. I am comfortable in my own, scarred, worn skin! I am NO genius. I am of average intelligence but I am finally free! I am myself and I am free! I make no lies for who I am anymore! Be true to you! Fuck what anyone else thinks! Be yourself. Love yourself. Believe in yourself…no matter how “crazy” society labels you, remember, your NOT crazy…you ARE creatively insane!
This is the kind of art that stimulates dormant parts or under-worked parts of the human brain. That makes this priceless art too!
This piece is so bizarre, so odd, so insane, how could you not love it. It’s raw and human…but so wrong at the same time. It is wrong in the right way.
I hope you have enjoyed a few minutes of art in your day! I know I have. Don’t get bit by any sharks!
Bizarre, Odd, Beautiful and Ugly: Is a picture worth a thousand words?
This picture is so beautifully ackward…The confused expression on the child’s face…the blurred adults in the fore-ground and background… and the child’s hand, waving in a peaceful gesture of greetings…
Technology has made it possible for us to see beauty in ways we have never seen before. Would you think the Caffeine Crystals above would ever come from coffee?
Beauty hides everywhere…so does the BIZARRE.
Bizarre, disturbing, and intriguing. Those are the words that describe this piece to me. I want to know what the artist was feeling when they created this artwork. I want to know what the artist’s meaning was…I guess I will never know, kinda like missing the last, important part of a movie you are engrossed in.
This image caught me off-guard. It took my brain a moment or two, to listen to the information streaming from my optical nerves… Is it a man? Is it a woman? The tatoos…is the person tribal? What is the person doing? So many questions and no real answers…
Odd? I don’t think so. I feel empathy and understanding when I look at this piece of art-work. I enjoy and know what the artist is representing with this picture.
Dessert for your eyeballs! Looking at this artwork is like riding a roller coaster ride! The human brain is almost over-stimulated by the colliding colors!
Many questions arise in my head. What happened to this person? Where is this person? What is the person feeling as they are being photographed for their “abnormality”? I find this image wonderfully abnormal. Different and brave at the same time. I think this person is a living work of art! I see many people this way, the interesting ones anyways.
If only we could all accept each other’s differences and simply, coexist, the world would be a much better place. If we could accept each other for the beautiful, odd, bizarre pieces of art that we all are…If we could be free to just be…our colorful selves, without fear of judgement or persecution. Christians have been persecuted, but what about atheists today? Atheists hide in the dark, afraid or unable to voice their beliefs. Tolerance for all religions. Tolerance for all beliefs. CoExist!
This image is visually stunning. Do you find it offensive? Do you disagree with it because you are a different religion?
Enjoy your canvas…Create whatever you want, you can always find more canvas!
I just got off work…at Marine Corps Air Station New River, part of Camp Lejeune…I was a Lance Corporal in the Marines at the time. I was dirty, tired, smelled of gun powder, sweat and gun cleaning oil. I was more than ready to go home. The drive was about 15 minutes to base housing. I hopped in my shiny, metallic blue 66′ Mustang and hauled ass off base, shifting through the 3 gears like I was drag racing satan himself! The day was sunny, I was winning the race and I had the world at my young, finger-tips!
Everybody that knew me, knew Nirvana was my favorite band of all time! All of my friends and family knew, without a doubt, that Nirvana, were my Beatles! Everyone within 5000 miles, KNEW, that Kurt Cobain was my John Lennon! I idolized him at that time…his cool, ripped up flannel-type of personality…a broken genius slacker…Mr. Generation X! An innovator, thinker, poet, artist, father, activist, couch potato, pot head, talented, idiot-savant, conversationalist,successful, loser, winner…I could go on with all of the contradictions that made him so beautifully unique as a fellow human-being.
I sped through the rear gate of the base…windows down and my Nirvana “Nevermind” CD blaring through my Mustang’s speakers! 289 V-8 engine roaring as I sped home on that perfect April day on the coast of North Carolina. I was young, fit, without a worry in the world, jammin to Nirvana and listening to every word Kurt sang, yelled, and whispered…All of that would change in a matter of minutes as I pulled into my driveway. When I pulled up, the neighbors were waiting for me…Then my neighbor said the unthinkable…
“Kurt Cobain is DEAD!” He said in a monotone, low voice. I said “screw you, your just messin with me man!” and playfully shoved him. He looked at me again, as well as his young wife and said, “Emery, he is gone.” I didn’t even respond, I ran into my house and turned on the television to MTV…What I saw…I will never forget! It dropped me to my knees! I was in full USMC uniform and I dropped right down on my perfectly ironed Cammies and spit polished Combat Boots!
I had served my country as a Marine for the past 3 and a half years, during war, and never had this feeling in my gut before! I instantly understood something about my own dad…
I remembered at that time, kneeling in front of MTV, I remembered back to a very cold winter in 1980…a day in December. This would be the only day I saw my dad sob tears of utter sadness…The only day! The day that a man took another man’s life… The day John Lennon died. It shocked me to see a man like my dad cry. I didn’t know what to think…my dad was a soldier during Vietnam! He was a Tanker! He built everything with his own, meaty, hairy, powerful hands! Dad had the answer to everything…EVER. He was and still is the smartest man I know! Yet…there he lay, on my parent’s bed, sobbing in the darkness. Shards of light pierced the dimness, reflecting off the tears on his red cheeks…glistening as the tears soaked into his black, grizzly beard…
I finally understood why my dad cried some 14 years ago…and I cried! Sobbed! My idol…my voice…part of my identity, had blown his head off with a shotgun! A young man, like me… A young man with a wife and child, like me…A young man who did not believe in society’s bullshit…LIKE ME! A piece of me died on that day in April, 1994, as well. The piece of me that held to childish beliefs such as immortality! I was mortal instantly…Kurt Cobain was dead… I realized that even though I was a Marine, young, strong and healthy, I was mortal. Kurt taught me this in a way that seared the lesson in my brain…forever!
Kurt Cobain was part of my personality…I shared his political views, even though I was a trained Marine Corps Killer…at heart, I wanted nothing to do with that! I embraced the idea of Peace over War…Just like Kurt! He was like my brother…my older brother that stuck up for me…that was a mentor to me! I knew we would do great things in our lives! I knew we would rally for the same ideals…I would like to believe that we still do…even though he is gone.
Rest in Peace Kurt! I love you buddy! I’ll see ya when my “cancer turns black”.