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Kon Markogiannis is an experimental photographer, collage artist, philosophical poet, independent researcher and spiritual seeker with an interest in gnostic themes such as death, mortality, the human condition, the exploration of the psyche and the evolution of consciousness.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Dysturban (photobook by Konmark)
Thursday, November 15, 2012
(Im)mortality
These photographs are part of the "(Im)mortality" series which
mainly deals with the “memento mori” theme. Photographs are typically used as a way of reliving the past and
remembering the deceased. In a certain sense the photographic medium can be seen as a “weapon”
against the ephemeral and the ever-constant flow of time. The act of taking a photograph may
be immediate/instant (like pointing and shooting a gun) but its results are
timeless. One could say
that by photographically recording “reality” one acquires the ability to slow
down time and “immortalize” a transient moment. In L’Acte Photographique
Phillipe Dubois suggests that the act of taking a photograph is “an
instantaneous abduction of the object out of the world into another world, into
another kind of time”.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
UEL Prof Doc Fine Art Viva Exhibition
Sunday, September 30, 2012
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES
A
COLLECTION OF INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES ON TOPICS SUCH AS INDIVIDUALITY, SUFFERING,
THE MEANING OF LIFE, THE NATURE OF MAN, MORTALITY, SPIRITUALITY, THE AFTERLIFE.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
All Deaths (a sound experiment-tribute to Hermann Hesse)
All Deaths
I have already died all deaths,
And I am going to die all deaths again,
Die the death of the wood in the tree,
Die the stone death in the mountain,
Earth death in the sand,
Leaf death in the crackling summer grass
And the poor bloody human death.
I will be born again, flowers,
Tree and grass I will be born again,
Fish and deer, bird and butterfly,
And out of every form,
Longing will drag me up the stairways
To the last suffering,
Up to the suffering of men.
O quivered tensed bow,
When the raging fist of longing
Commands both poles of life
To bend to each other!
Yet often, and many times over,
You will hunt me down from death to birth
On the painful track of the creations,
The glorious track of the creations.
And I am going to die all deaths again,
Die the death of the wood in the tree,
Die the stone death in the mountain,
Earth death in the sand,
Leaf death in the crackling summer grass
And the poor bloody human death.
I will be born again, flowers,
Tree and grass I will be born again,
Fish and deer, bird and butterfly,
And out of every form,
Longing will drag me up the stairways
To the last suffering,
Up to the suffering of men.
O quivered tensed bow,
When the raging fist of longing
Commands both poles of life
To bend to each other!
Yet often, and many times over,
You will hunt me down from death to birth
On the painful track of the creations,
The glorious track of the creations.
(Hermann Hesse)
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