Happiness, in terms of physiology, has been linked to amplified activity in the brain’s left pre-frontal lobe, as well as a decreased amount of the stress hormone (cortisol) in the bloodstream.
Slimy with cold sweat and fear, I knew I was in trouble, serious like a heart attack trouble. There was a pain in my chest that wasn’t just bad coke; it was too much of nothing for way too long. The Reaper was finally playing his hand, I could feel him right there, right now, I needed to get out.
Fields, Trees and Quantum – art images combining the beauty of our planet with scientific advances.
Images of “Our Changing World” using poetry and photographic portraiture. Images of who we are and what may follow. South African artist, Tanisha Bhana, seeks to “ignite a subconscious repulsion and connection to common associations that tie us together.” Her poetry and photographic images are provided for your thought and reflection.
CONTEMPORARY ART THAT ALERTS US TO OUR CHANGING WORLD
The art work of Tanisha Bhana illustrates the impact people have on themselves, all living beings, and the earth. Her work communicates difficult times in human history. She shows the changing landscape, a time of crisis and emergency. The work touches us by showing the impact people have on biodiversity.
It is up to you to provide a response to the images. Ask yourself whether the art speaks to you about our changing world?
We, like fabric as one, as the stage is set and the actors prepare for their final acts.
Have you ever thought about how money is created? Or how some modern banks started? Is the value of money based on something real, like gold? Would it frighten you if money was created out of thin air?
The use of cannabis in human society is a practice that is older than any established religion in existence today. It is, in fact, a wonder that a plant that has been in use for over 12,000 years has not been lost to the sands of time.
The milk spilled across the table and all over the floor. Its white stain splashed outward and became a ghostly firework there beside the toes of his shoes, which barely scraped the old hardwood floors so used to absorbing these accidents.
Often, I find myself looking up for hope. Always I come to find courage inside.
Often, I find hope in the stars. Always I’m led back to the light within.
Stars are distant reminders of who I am truly. Mysterious. Comforting. Wild and free. Stars whisper loudly to me, “Anything is possible.”