© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com ________________________________________________ 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 Update: See THIS VIDEO showing some 18 Pencil Vs Camera images in progress (with a small animation and an original musical composition). ________________________________________________ For more information about my art: info@benheine.com ________________________________________________ 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