EVER SO LONELY – Monsoon feat. Sheila Chandra

 

Ever So Lonely is a single written by Steve Coe and originally recorded by Monsoon with Sheila Chandra on vocals. The song went on to be a #12 hit in the UK in April 1982, staying for nine weeks on the chart.
It was a hit in the UK, Europe and Australia but was never released as a single in the USA.
Sheila Chandra was aged only 16 and had just left school when her first single was a hit.

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Topography of Tears: your emotions are also impressed here

 

The Topography of Tears is a study of 100 tears photographed through an optical microscope. The project began in a period of personal change, loss, and copious tears. One day I wondered if my tears of grief would look any different from my tears of happiness – and I set out to explore them up close, using tools of science to make art and to ponder personal and aesthetic questions.

Years later, this series comprises a wide range of my own and others’ tears, from elation to onions, as well as sorrow, frustration, rejection, resolution, laughing, yawning, birth and rebirth, and many more, each a tiny history.

The random compositions I find in magnified tears often evoke a sense of place, like aerial views of emotional terrain. Although the empirical nature of tears is a chemistry of water, proteins, minerals, hormones, antibodies and enzymes, the topography of tears is a momentary landscape, transient as the fingerprint of someone in a dream. This series is like an ephemeral atlas.

Roaming microscopic vistas, I marvel at the visual similarities between micro and macro realms, how the patterning of nature seems so consistent, regardless of scale. Patterns of erosion etched into earth over millions of years may look quite similar to the branched crystalline patterns of an evaporated tear that took less than a minute to occur.

Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger, and as complex as a rite of passage. They are the evidence of our inner life overflowing its boundaries, spilling over into consciousness. Wordless and spontaneous, they release us to the possibility of realignment, reunion, catharsis: shedding tears, shedding old skin. It’s as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean.

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I’m pleased if my artwork has something to add to a larger conversation, and if public interest helps motivate scientific inquiry that ultimately leads to deeper insight about the language and content of our tears. Then it’s the best meeting of art and science. I’m not making any scientific claims in my work though, nor any declarations about anything except perhaps the poetry of life.

© Rose-Lynn Fisher 2013-2015

Naturism & a real social life.

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I was at a (pop) concert recently and was surprised by the number of people living the experience ‘second hand’. That is, they were mainly watching it through the screens of their smart phones!

Look at any bus queue, sit on any public transport, and we’re all addicted to the devices, texting, surfing the net, and unaware of our surroundings, unaware of the life going on around us.

Go to a sports arena and it’s the same. Rather than watching the game, we’re texting friends to say how good the game is (how do we know, faces buried in our phones?).

I guess there are some remaining areas where the smartphone takes second place in life. I’d imagine out on the golf course might be one, where the players mark their cards, take their shots or walk with their buggies. For the duration of the game, they’re focused on the…

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