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Welcome to Beyond the Limits of Reason, the meeting point for all things Michael Doubrava.

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I was born on Earth during the second half of the twentieth century.

Untitled (San Lorenzo, New Mexico)

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A metaphor for the conflict between rationality and emotion; betweeen Apollo and Dionysus; between the empirical and the supernatural; between stasis and revolution...

our motto and mission is to

tickle the idiot
rapture the faithful
pity all the ignorant and hateful

illuminate the enlightened
confound the intellectual
with life distilled flood memory's temple
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

May 17, 2018

Star Map, May 2018.

This is an image of a supernova at the center of the universe. An exploding star: sending forth cosmic elements which will eventually form new planets and new species of life. And then, after the expanding blossom of the explosion recedes, the dying star will collapse and become a black hole, receding inward and consuming all that surrounds it.

This photograph is a combination of many individual photographs; using my camera I photographed many exposures of the floor of a chapel within Rosehill Cemetery in Chicago. Next, I combined these images into a single horizontal panorama. This new panorama of the floor in front of me, became my new "master": it was then repeated numerous times, and half of these were reversed, like mirror images. All of these images were then collected into one "canvas" and digitally "stitched" together using Photoshop.

January 22, 2016

The Masque of the Red Death (Single Room Occupancy, Chicago, November 2015)

Three exposures were combined in Photoshop to make this panoramic photograph. This is the interior of a rented room near California and Western Avenues, Logan Square, Chicago. The last night of November, 2015. From Edgar Allan Poe's The Masque of the Red Death:"... But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments..."

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You can access more imagery by clicking on the phrase above which says"older posts". Many additional works can be viewed dating back to the earliest posts which initiated this blog.