I've been to ALOT of festivals over the past 2 years, there one of the only things I actually get excited about saving my money for, here's some happy snap photography shots I've gotten.. Enjoy! I know I did! :D
Myself..
- TeeeYo;
- Adelaide, SA, Australia
- Basically I made this to get my photography & writing out into the world. Follow me and whatnot, and tell me if you like my photography, there will be more to come. I've also been working on creating worlds for the sims 3 which will be uploaded, I'd say when but I'm a little short on time :)
Friday, April 5, 2013
FESTIVAL SEASON!
Exposition: Photography is art
Probably one of my favourite expositions I've ever written, thought I may as well share it with the world. Comment your opinion I'd love to hear what you think, do you believe photography is art?
Humanity has always been fascinated by the possibility of capturing moments and providing the ability to share something nobody else has seen. With major advancements in technology happening daily there’s no question as to why photography is such a debatable and controversial art form. When new media first came to light photography was one of the main revolutionary changes that has forcibly begun to put traditional art practices to rest. The debate of photography being art is often criticised with the points of, ‘anyone can do it,’ and ‘there is no real talent, nor creativity involved,’ but isn't photography just a modernised way of traditional art? Does it not carry the same key aspects used to make a traditional artwork? And yes, agreeably, it makes it easier to capture those ‘extra special’ moments, but who’s to say a photographer doesn't put just as much skill, effort and creativity into ones work.
With the concept of art being around for many millennia, it’s no wonder why traditionalists are running scared. Photography has had a major impact on how we depict imagery and the simplest fact to understand how art is slowly becoming modernised is that the world is growing and technology is becoming inescapable. With the use of camera, internet and gadgets, art works being made with new media and electronic installations in place it will slowly take over the concept of traditional art and a new movement will be made altogether; photography is just the tip of the iceberg. We are becoming overly fascinated with the ideas of new inventions and the concept of holding a moment forever, as artist Man Ray says ‘When the automobile arrived, there were those that declared the horse to be the most perfect form of locomotion,’ obviously those individuals were greatly mistaken.
In general there are only three categories art aspects fit; form, content and context. Form being the main elements of colour, composition, line, shape, dimensions etc, content being the subject matter, meaning, significance and conventions and lastly the context consisting of how the work is interpreted, it’s complexity, arrangement and production. Again I must ask, does photography not fit into any of these categories? We look at a traditional art work and question it, who made it? Why was it made? Even to the extent of where the artwork is made? If a single person asks these questions about a traditional work, why would photography be classed as anything different? We ask questions out of interest because we are intrigued, it is human nature and it is a mechanism to developing an understanding of our own existence.
Generally the main reason photography is speculated about being art is the fact that yes, it does make it all the more easily to capture a moment in time but was that not the intention of a traditional painter in the 16th century? I concur with the statement that ‘anyone can do it,’ but that statement has the same effect with painting, drawing, sculpting and any art practice there is, yes anyone is capable of doing these activities, in general if an individual puts their mind to it their capable of anything, but it takes someone with real passion, skill and creativity to master the fundamental steps of creating a masterpiece, and if photographers like Man Ray, Bill Hensen and Max Dupains' photographs are not classed as masterpieces then the question, what is classed as art must not have any real given answer.
Photographers put just as much skill, effort and creativity into their work as any painter, sculptor, writer or any other profession for that matter. Even a simple photograph being taken has had some thought put into it. A photograph isn't just taken sporadically, time is taken to properly align the subject into frame, make sure the lighting is right, and calculating the perfect moment to take the picture at the time of taking the photograph these simple aspects may not even cross your mind, but sub consciously all you’re thinking about is how to capture that moment perfectly. If photographer Yasumasa Morimura put absolutely no thought, skill or effort into his photographs then why are they being counted as masterful works of art. His appropriated images turn heads, while also commenting on the issue at hand. No photograph can be captured twice so in that sense all images are unique, just like artworks, architecture, sculptures and any other art form that comes to mind so why is the debate of whether photography is art still on going?
The basic fact that one person can state photography as ‘too easy,’ or ‘anyone can do it,’ are ignorant to the bigger picture of what art actually is. Art in its simplest definition is classed as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. The art world is too tied up with the concept of something new over taking what is already known. We are not in the 1600’s where a monumental time has to be painted; we can take a photograph and have it on display forever. As technology advances art styles are bound to expand, be created and surely enough, recreated. If traditional art practices were once accepted then why is photography and digital media not being established as an art form, if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it’s obviously a duck; the same goes for photography, if it has form it’s art, if it has content it’s art and if it has context it’s art.
Sources:
Briot, Alain – Reflections on Photography and Art – Accessed: 25/09/11
Balcomb, Robert – “Is Photography Art?” 2001 – Accessed: 25/09/11
< http://thescreamonline.com/essays-06-01/rsb_photo_essay.html >
Chastain, Sue – Digital art is better than traditional art – Accessed: 28/09/2011
< http://graphicssoft.about.com/u/ua/designandcreate/Digital-Art-Versus-Traditional.htm>
Franco, Damien - Is Photography Art August 3, 2010 – Accessed: 23/09/2011
< http://www.pixiq.com/article/is-photography-art >
Pinhol, Vasco Simões - Photoceania: Man Ray 2011 – Accessed: 22/09/11
< http://www.photoceania.net.novis.pt/manray.htm >
Thripp, Richard – 10 Reasons why photography sucks and Isn’t an art form 20/06/08 – Accessed: 28/09/2011
< httphttp://richardxthripp.thripp.com/2008/06/10-reasons-why-photography-sucks-and-isnt-an-art-form/>
- Tiarne Stephens
2011
Humanity has always been fascinated by the possibility of capturing moments and providing the ability to share something nobody else has seen. With major advancements in technology happening daily there’s no question as to why photography is such a debatable and controversial art form. When new media first came to light photography was one of the main revolutionary changes that has forcibly begun to put traditional art practices to rest. The debate of photography being art is often criticised with the points of, ‘anyone can do it,’ and ‘there is no real talent, nor creativity involved,’ but isn't photography just a modernised way of traditional art? Does it not carry the same key aspects used to make a traditional artwork? And yes, agreeably, it makes it easier to capture those ‘extra special’ moments, but who’s to say a photographer doesn't put just as much skill, effort and creativity into ones work.
With the concept of art being around for many millennia, it’s no wonder why traditionalists are running scared. Photography has had a major impact on how we depict imagery and the simplest fact to understand how art is slowly becoming modernised is that the world is growing and technology is becoming inescapable. With the use of camera, internet and gadgets, art works being made with new media and electronic installations in place it will slowly take over the concept of traditional art and a new movement will be made altogether; photography is just the tip of the iceberg. We are becoming overly fascinated with the ideas of new inventions and the concept of holding a moment forever, as artist Man Ray says ‘When the automobile arrived, there were those that declared the horse to be the most perfect form of locomotion,’ obviously those individuals were greatly mistaken.
In general there are only three categories art aspects fit; form, content and context. Form being the main elements of colour, composition, line, shape, dimensions etc, content being the subject matter, meaning, significance and conventions and lastly the context consisting of how the work is interpreted, it’s complexity, arrangement and production. Again I must ask, does photography not fit into any of these categories? We look at a traditional art work and question it, who made it? Why was it made? Even to the extent of where the artwork is made? If a single person asks these questions about a traditional work, why would photography be classed as anything different? We ask questions out of interest because we are intrigued, it is human nature and it is a mechanism to developing an understanding of our own existence.
Generally the main reason photography is speculated about being art is the fact that yes, it does make it all the more easily to capture a moment in time but was that not the intention of a traditional painter in the 16th century? I concur with the statement that ‘anyone can do it,’ but that statement has the same effect with painting, drawing, sculpting and any art practice there is, yes anyone is capable of doing these activities, in general if an individual puts their mind to it their capable of anything, but it takes someone with real passion, skill and creativity to master the fundamental steps of creating a masterpiece, and if photographers like Man Ray, Bill Hensen and Max Dupains' photographs are not classed as masterpieces then the question, what is classed as art must not have any real given answer.
Photographers put just as much skill, effort and creativity into their work as any painter, sculptor, writer or any other profession for that matter. Even a simple photograph being taken has had some thought put into it. A photograph isn't just taken sporadically, time is taken to properly align the subject into frame, make sure the lighting is right, and calculating the perfect moment to take the picture at the time of taking the photograph these simple aspects may not even cross your mind, but sub consciously all you’re thinking about is how to capture that moment perfectly. If photographer Yasumasa Morimura put absolutely no thought, skill or effort into his photographs then why are they being counted as masterful works of art. His appropriated images turn heads, while also commenting on the issue at hand. No photograph can be captured twice so in that sense all images are unique, just like artworks, architecture, sculptures and any other art form that comes to mind so why is the debate of whether photography is art still on going?
The basic fact that one person can state photography as ‘too easy,’ or ‘anyone can do it,’ are ignorant to the bigger picture of what art actually is. Art in its simplest definition is classed as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. The art world is too tied up with the concept of something new over taking what is already known. We are not in the 1600’s where a monumental time has to be painted; we can take a photograph and have it on display forever. As technology advances art styles are bound to expand, be created and surely enough, recreated. If traditional art practices were once accepted then why is photography and digital media not being established as an art form, if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it’s obviously a duck; the same goes for photography, if it has form it’s art, if it has content it’s art and if it has context it’s art.
Sources:
Briot, Alain – Reflections on Photography and Art – Accessed: 25/09/11
Balcomb, Robert – “Is Photography Art?” 2001 – Accessed: 25/09/11
< http://thescreamonline.com/essays-06-01/rsb_photo_essay.html >
Chastain, Sue – Digital art is better than traditional art – Accessed: 28/09/2011
< http://graphicssoft.about.com/u/ua/designandcreate/Digital-Art-Versus-Traditional.htm>
Franco, Damien - Is Photography Art August 3, 2010 – Accessed: 23/09/2011
< http://www.pixiq.com/article/is-photography-art >
Pinhol, Vasco Simões - Photoceania: Man Ray 2011 – Accessed: 22/09/11
< http://www.photoceania.net.novis.pt/manray.htm >
Thripp, Richard – 10 Reasons why photography sucks and Isn’t an art form 20/06/08 – Accessed: 28/09/2011
< httphttp://richardxthripp.thripp.com/2008/06/10-reasons-why-photography-sucks-and-isnt-an-art-form/>
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Your secrets keep you sick, but your lies keep you alive.
I haven't written anything in a little while but have recently started too again, here's one of my newer pieces of writing, a short story. It's a little bit graphic, kind of based it in the 'Dexter' category. Hope you enjoy. - Tee
The sound of breaking glass stops him, but it is too late. As
Scott’s black haze lifts he is faced with a slaughterous and sanguinary sight.
He is filled with speechless horror, like a man out of his senses. As his
crimson covered hands rise to his head, the look of guilt and remorse cover his
face. Slight weeping begins to burst from his being as he falls to his knees he
begins to meagerly rock back and forth. In a blank filled gaze he caresses
Kate’s lifeless face; a steady inhale and deep exhale fill the room covering
the incessant hum of classical music playing in the next room over.
The sound of breaking glass stops him, but it is too late. As
Scott’s black haze lifts he is faced with a slaughterous and sanguinary sight.
He is filled with speechless horror, like a man out of his senses. As his
crimson covered hands rise to his head, the look of guilt and remorse cover his
face. Slight weeping begins to burst from his being as he falls to his knees he
begins to meagerly rock back and forth. In a blank filled gaze he caresses
Kate’s lifeless face; a steady inhale and deep exhale fill the room covering
the incessant hum of classical music playing in the next room over.
s the light dissolves into darkness a slight tremble sends
an awakening shiver down Scott’s spine; making him jump to his feet. He feels a
slight vibrating in his back pocket to where he then reaches and pulls out a
cell phone which reads, ‘8 Missed Calls, 3 Unread Messages.’ A state of panic
fades across his face as the moonlight covers his features, revealing almost
all of his dark side. He walks over to the window and peers out into the light
hue of lighting pollution that softens the murky sky; he looks over his left
shoulder and glances at the bloodied mess and the now cold and pale body that
is spread across his living room floor. While clearing his throat a mumble of hushed
words escape Scott’s lips, “What have I done?” are uttered into the silent
room.
Adrenaline kicks in and shifts into over drive, the darkness
finally sucks Scott in as he wrestles with his thoughts, but once again he
becomes trapped in a black haze. He quickly grabs the blood wrangled blanket
and wraps the limp, pale girl from head to toe, heaves her over his steadied shoulders and
carries her down the stairs.
Slamming the car trunk Scott glances in all directions so
not to be caught, he begins to steady his breathe, then seats himself in the
front, and holds the steering wheel. His head is bowed down and a whisper
protrudes from what seemed to be nowhere, “I can do this, it’s going to be OK,
it’s fine, I didn’t do anything wrong,” he softly states, as he restores his
confidence. The car engine starts, and Scott looks up glancing directly into
the review mirror which is depicting a perfect picture of the trunk where her body lies. His body freezes, like a glacier through winter, only to be seconds, but feels to
be a millennia.
With the town behind him Scott begins to feel the pressure
ease, and with the rising sun now covering the hood of the car he reaches for
his aviators and places them upon his face and gives an almost boastful and
pride filled smirk. But his head is still spinning with the blurry visions of his
previous misdemeanors. The thoughts of all the other populace who had once
lain in the trunk of his car made him feel proud for what others would begin to
see as a vulgar act upon man. But the fact of bludgeoning persons to death was
not his main satisfaction, but that he had gotten away with it many times
before, and will get away with it just one more time.
As the car is brought to a halt the sun beams across Scott’s
face, he opens the door, and blasts the radio to its fullest capacity, then
grabbing a cigarette from his left front pocket removes himself from the car
and slams the door. He removes his aviators and holds his face and head back
letting the sun stream across his face, seemingly sunkissed, his arms are held out as he begins to
snicker and shout, ‘Out here, no one can hear you scream.’
As he drags his feet across the sand bank he recoils back to
the trunk and steadily opens it just to have one last glimpse of the girls face. A
tear trickles down Scott’s face, but this time is not like the others, he
actually feels something, something he wished he didn’t; shame, guilt, love and
above all hatred, not for his love, but for himself. He slams the trunk shut tight
while holding back any emotion he is supposed to feel and swiftly moves towards
the front of the car. Removing his duffel bag, cigarettes and aviators he peers
around for a heavy rock, about a metre away one sits, it’s perfectly weighted
and will do just fine to sit upon the acceleration. He places the rock in the
car, and places the hand brake to drive. The car moves forward and is sucked
into the vast nothingness of the river bed.
The breeze is fresh and a westerly wind races past Scott, his red, blue and white flannel shirt crisscrosses behind him as he
glances behind back to see what traffic he is able to hail down but all he
can see is two head lights and a mirage of summer breezes and sand picks up from the
ground and thrusts upon him.
The car slows, and beeps, two young women are seated in the front. Blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect features, they both momentary look at each other and look back to Scott, ‘Do you need a ride, we have plenty of room?’ Scott gleefully responds, ‘Sure,’ his flirtatious reply with a cheeky grin upon his face makes his actions all the more trustworthy but all the process of trust has gone, it's replaced with violent outbursts, and shattering but forcibly pursuing the degrading actions that swirl through Scotts' mind. With every minute passing Scott educates himself about the young women, but they never learn about him, with a deadly silence the driver quickly rears the conversation back to Scott, “So, what are you doing out this far anyway?” As both girls stare blankly towards him, nothing but an awkward silence is felt until a eery and unexpected reply is finally spoken, “Your secrets keep you sick, but your lies keep you alive.” The girls gaze confused, as Scott pulls a knife from his duffel bag, their confusion turns to fear, their words are inescapable and the slash across their necks reveal an inner self.
The car comes to a halt, a creaking is heard as Scott steps out the back door and slams it shut, the sound it piercing like a door that's never been oiled. He steps away, and raises his aviators to his eyes, the sun is powerful. He beings to walks along the winding roads, only to meet his next victim. As the body count heightens, Scotts confidence follows even as an emptiness fills his being he stands tall and continues to walk. His thought process lessens as a black haze fills his mind, it becomes mind dulling and boring as the final though caresses his sanity.
A knife, and an insane man. Crimson caresses the ground, moving around Scotts body, death finally meets the damned, as Scott finally forfeits his sanity and meets serenity.
The car slows, and beeps, two young women are seated in the front. Blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect features, they both momentary look at each other and look back to Scott, ‘Do you need a ride, we have plenty of room?’ Scott gleefully responds, ‘Sure,’ his flirtatious reply with a cheeky grin upon his face makes his actions all the more trustworthy but all the process of trust has gone, it's replaced with violent outbursts, and shattering but forcibly pursuing the degrading actions that swirl through Scotts' mind. With every minute passing Scott educates himself about the young women, but they never learn about him, with a deadly silence the driver quickly rears the conversation back to Scott, “So, what are you doing out this far anyway?” As both girls stare blankly towards him, nothing but an awkward silence is felt until a eery and unexpected reply is finally spoken, “Your secrets keep you sick, but your lies keep you alive.” The girls gaze confused, as Scott pulls a knife from his duffel bag, their confusion turns to fear, their words are inescapable and the slash across their necks reveal an inner self.
The car comes to a halt, a creaking is heard as Scott steps out the back door and slams it shut, the sound it piercing like a door that's never been oiled. He steps away, and raises his aviators to his eyes, the sun is powerful. He beings to walks along the winding roads, only to meet his next victim. As the body count heightens, Scotts confidence follows even as an emptiness fills his being he stands tall and continues to walk. His thought process lessens as a black haze fills his mind, it becomes mind dulling and boring as the final though caresses his sanity.
A knife, and an insane man. Crimson caresses the ground, moving around Scotts body, death finally meets the damned, as Scott finally forfeits his sanity and meets serenity.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sims 3 Pet - Solution to fixing CC
Simmers Community,
So I've had this problem for the past few days, and It is a wee bit frustrating so I thought I would do some testing myself. I did follow The Sims Resources 'guide' to fixing this problem but it seems it created more than what was fixed. For starters it wouldn't even find the granny2.dll file, even thought it was placed in the correct folders, then that file seemed to go missing, then I was using an outdated dll and so on. So all day today I've been spending my time trying to find a solution to the 'grannyconvertfiletoraw' message, and what I figured out seemed to work, well it did for me anyway.
Next you will need to download another 'Rigfix' this has the proper files rather than the bug fixer: Link (again if the link doesn't work let me know)
Once both are downloaded, install the application for the TSR cc bug fixer (rigfix). Then make a new folder and extract the files that are in the other rigfix. Now open the TSR rigfix, and ther otehr rigfix folder, and copy the files granny2.dll, s3pi.Interfaces.dll, s3pi.Settings.dll, s3piwrappers.RigResource.dll, S3ToolKit.GameFiles.dll, S3ToolKit.Utils.dll, & System.Custom.dll. Copy these files into the TSR rigfix folder.
Once that is all done now open up TSR rigfix from desktop
Then select 'Choose Files' it should automatically open up to Sims 3> DCCache then select all the files that are in this folder. Give your computer a few minutes for the program to crunch the files to the system
Then select 'Fix Selected'
Anyway I hope I helped a few people anyway. Take Care. T.
P.S, If anyone is having any further problems I suggest not to come to me, It was pure luck and chance that led this idea to actually working :D I'm just happy to share my help. aha
Monday, October 24, 2011
Photography 2011 - shhyeah!
So, had a new photoshoot, got some awesome shots and also got some god awful ones aswell. But here are the awesome ones enjoy! :) and thanks to Bianca for modelling :D
Friday, October 7, 2011
Soundwave Revolution.. I mean counterwave.
Hey All,
Basically I havn't been able to upload more photography shots as I've been really busy with my last few weeks of school and applying for uni and whatnot, but the other week I was able to take time out to go to a Soundwave Counterwave festival thing, which was pretty awesome. The music was fantastic, and meeting We Are The Ocean, This Providence, Terrible Things, The Swellers & of course Young Guns. To anyone who doesn't know any of these bands, I recommend you check them, because the're all amazing. Anywho, here are some shots of Young Guns, most other bands I got shots of turned out crappy as I was at the back of the crowds, and hands, hair and well any other limbs tend to ruin shots. Enjoy! :)
Basically I havn't been able to upload more photography shots as I've been really busy with my last few weeks of school and applying for uni and whatnot, but the other week I was able to take time out to go to a Soundwave Counterwave festival thing, which was pretty awesome. The music was fantastic, and meeting We Are The Ocean, This Providence, Terrible Things, The Swellers & of course Young Guns. To anyone who doesn't know any of these bands, I recommend you check them, because the're all amazing. Anywho, here are some shots of Young Guns, most other bands I got shots of turned out crappy as I was at the back of the crowds, and hands, hair and well any other limbs tend to ruin shots. Enjoy! :)
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Artwork 2011: Part 1, ROBOT! :D
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