Wherever Nature Led painting by Sarah Minnis

Below are some of the paintings of Sarah Minnis, they belong to the Wherever Nature Led collection.

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Minimalism is not a style

“Minimalism is not a style, it is an attitude, a way of being. It’s a fundamental reaction against noise, visual noise, disorder, vulgarity. Minimalism is the pursuit of the essence of things, not the appearance.”Claudio Silvestrin


Homeless in Paris

There are estimated 3000 people living on the streets of paris. Lots of advertising agencies work for homeless associations but none of them has ever worked directly for the homeless. Without spending one euro and by using simple material that the homeless can easily find on the street, we’ve created cardboards’ messages made out of coins.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWJQoHl_LwE


Wallpaper Sea Boat

Went to Algarve and took this photo of a boat crossing the ocean. Like it’s minimalism and think it’s nice for a wallpaper so I decided to share it. The wallpaper has a resolution of 2560×1600 pixels and can be downloaded by clicking here or by clicking the picture bellow.

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Road in the spring

On the way to lunch I saw this detour in the road, I felt an overwhelming desire to stop the car and take this photograph.

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A large array of options

“A large array of options may discourage consumers because it forces an increase in the effort that goes into making a decision. So consumers decide not to decide, and don’t buy the product.”Barry Schwartz


Dark side of the lens

The monologue running behind the visuals is magical. If you’re a photographer, a filmmaker, a surfer or just want to lead a creative life, whether for money, glory or any other reason, this video is for you.

Life on the road is something I was raised to embrace. Me Ma always encouraged us to open our eyes and our hearts to the world, make up our own minds for experience of being inspired. I see life in angles, in lines of perspective – the slow turn of a head, the blink of an eye, subtle glimpses of magic – other folk might pass by. Cameras help me translate, interpret and understand what I see. It’s a simple act that keeps me grinning. I never set out to become anything in particular, only to live creatively and push the scope of my experience for adventure and for passion. They still all mean something to me, same as most anyone with dreams. My heart bleeds celtic blood and I magnetize the familiar frontiers. The raw brutal cold coastlands for the right waveriders to challenge – this is where my heart beats hardest.

I try to pay tribute to that magic through photographs. Weathering the endless staunch for rare glimpses of magic each winter is both a blessing and a curse I relish. I wanna see waveriding documented the way I see it in my head, and the way I feel it in the sea. This is a strange set of skills to begin to acquire. This is only achievable through time spent riding waves. All sorts of waves on all sorts of crafts. There is more time spent learning out on the water, floating in the sea amongst lumps and swells, you always learn something. It’s been a lifelong wise old classroom teacher of sorts and hopefully, it always will be. Buried beneath headlands, shaping the coast, mind-blowing images of empty waves burn away at me.

Solid ocean swells powering through deep cold water, heavy waves weighs in wait, coaxed from comfortable routine, ignite the imagination, conveys some of the viny spark, whisper possibilities, conjure the situations I thrive amongst and love to document.

We all take knocks in the process – broken backs, drownings, near-drownings, hypothermia, dislocations, fractures, frostbite, head wounds, stitches, concussions, broke my arm – and that’s just the last couple of years, still look forward to getting amongst it each winter though.
Cold creeping into your core, driving you mad, day after day, mumbling to yourself while you hold position and wait for the next set to come. The dark side of the lens – An artform that to itself and us, silent workhorses of the surfing wake. There’s no sugary cliché. Most folk don’t even know who we are, and what we do or how we do it, let alone what they pay us for it. I never want to take this for granted so I try to keep motivation simple, real, and positive.

If I only scrape a living, at least it’s a living where I’m scraping.
If there’s no future in it, this is a present worth remembering.
For fires of happiness and waves of gratitude. For everything that brought us to that point on earth at that moment in time, to do something worth remembering with a photograph, or a scar – I feel genuinely lucky and hand on heart say I love doing what I do. And I may never be a rich man, or live long enough, then sadly I have a tale or two for the nephews. And I dig the thought of that.Mickey Smith

Source: https://vimeo.com/14074949


Parque das Nações Black and White

I took some photographs of the landing of aliens in Portugal. Their spaceships can be found in Portugal’s capital, Lisbon, more specifically in the Parque das Nações.