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Pencil Vs Camera - 28 | by Ben Heine
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Pencil Vs Camera - 28


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A little hole in a piece of paper and a minimalist sketch, I took the photo this afternoon.


One world meeting another, imagination versus the blurred and strange reality.


I was sort of inspired by Plato's "Allegory of the Cave": Plato imagines a group of people who have lived chained in a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall by things passing in front of a fire behind them, and begin to ascribe forms to these shadows. According to Plato, the shadows are as close as the prisoners get to seeing reality. He then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall are not constitutive of reality at all, as he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the mere shadows seen by the prisoners.


The Allegory is related to Plato's Theory of Forms, wherein Plato asserts that "Forms" (or "Ideas"), and not the material world of change known to us through sensation, possess the highest and most fundamental kind of reality. Only knowledge of the Forms constitutes real knowledge. In addition, the allegory of the cave is an attempt to explain the philosopher's place in society.


The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10




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In Pencil Land


A poem by Katie Gabrielle


Just an ordinary day

In pencil land

A strange hole appears

And they blame it on the hand

"Oh it's that artist again!"

"He keeps teasing us and

Not sure which came first.

Did he draw us first, then

show us that color world?"

Are we real or is that real?

"Almost like Alice and

The looking glass, so

Why not just on through

Or go on past!"

The color world can be

Bright and true.

Better to be color

Than black and white.

Dreaming is fun for Alice

Life can be mighty boring

When you all look the same

But when you have some

Jazzy color you can

Blame the artist

So talk to the hand

In color land





Dream Days


A poem by Peter S. Quinn


Dream days here on

Filling the moment's air

Reality is now gone

Only now dreams in here

Thru every dimension

Always for more and new

Perceptive comprehension

Whatever we come to do


Dream thru the reality

Nothing is now clear

Times are currently free

There’s no place or year

Only a dream in a dream

Moving in our evolution

We only in mirror seem

Like reflecting resolution


Dreams of our own deep

Inside an abysses space

Only the instances to keep

In playful of many ways

An apparition that is laid

Like desire in some mind

And we have called it fate

That has our life assigned


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Taken on June 25, 2010