Showing posts with label 14. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 14. Show all posts
14. A thing whose sole meaning comes from its unique material, which is one of its kind whose traits and attributes cannot be reproduced by an alternate material.
We exist, between the spiritual and the material realms. That’s the definition of ourselves, as creatures we are made of unique material. We as matter are capable of wondering, self-reflecting about who we are? We being very natural, yet intangible. A Human is unique and complex being where the soul and mind are immaterial entities. The soul in the body is simply the instruments we use to accomplish things in the world. It is natural to think that a fruit tree cannot produce a human or an animal or vise verse. It is the immaterial substance of the soul that makes the diverse human body. Its attributes make it unique, making the replication impossible.
(Rabiya Asim)
We exist, between the spiritual and the material realms. That’s the definition of ourselves, as creatures we are made of unique material. We as matter are capable of wondering, self-reflecting about who we are? We being very natural, yet intangible. A Human is unique and complex being where the soul and mind are immaterial entities. The soul in the body is simply the instruments we use to accomplish things in the world. It is natural to think that a fruit tree cannot produce a human or an animal or vise verse. It is the immaterial substance of the soul that makes the diverse human body. Its attributes make it unique, making the replication impossible.
(Rabiya Asim)
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Amna Qureshi |
Finger prints.
Ever wonder if anyone can replicate the fine lines and uniqueness of its design. Think hard!!! In my perspective, they objectify a human being treating them like an entity without giving regard to their personality, diversity or dignity.
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Linnea Bergman |
Pearl flower.
A fake flower I appreciate, bought by a lady on a market in Pardubice, Czeck republic. It´s made so you can bend and adjust the leafs, the pearls shining a bit, in some kind of pixled texture.
Hae Won Sohn |
Shadows can only exsist by the unreaching of light. How could it be replaced when its essential and poetic meaning comes from nonexistence?
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Barbara Bauer |
Candles are made out of wax, a material that melts when heated. Even if other materials possess the same properties, the only way we imagine candles is by the texture of wax. The process of fire warming the material, melting it and burning it, is inseparably related to the object itself.
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