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Art We Heart: Flight

Tue Jan 24, 2012, 1:08 PM by Ayame-Kenoshi:iconayame-kenoshi:

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:iconayame-kenoshi: Some thoughts from Toby (Ayame-Kenoshi)

"If you could have any super power, what would it be?" I think it's a question we all have to answer at some point. We're innately curious about the unknown and enjoy diving into the depths of imagination. We know it's not possible, but we can't shake the question of, "What if?"

I don't think my answer has changed since I was asked as a child. I never saw much need for invisibility. I don't think I would enjoy being a mind reader. And sure, shooting laser beams out of my hands would be fun, but there's something that I've always been drawn to more.

I would like to fly.

To me, flight represents freedom. It's the ability to travel around without borders, coming and going as you please. I initially associate it with being closer to nature, as well, something I really love. With modern transportation, the desire to fly is a little closer to becoming a reality. Still, until we sprout wings, it looks like flight will remain a dream. 

Keep dreaming and flying, my friends. :damphyr:

Clouds by mfish-artWhat about you?
- What super power would you want?
- What does flight represent to you?
Share your thoughts in the comments!

  

Aviation:

Imaginarium by DenChetto "Flying Tigers" Col. Edward Rector by rOEN911 Nellis Viper by AirshowDave Aviators Linework by jennygraf Panda Revolution X2 by xiaobaosg Eye Spy by Andrew-Graphics Airplanes by Anemone-Lia Million Years Sunset by Shimmering-Sword Above the clouds by Spidersaiyan Tim Weber Aviation Nation II by AirshowDave Tropical Descent by ekster

  

Large birds:

:thumb256320079: a movement authority by johngiannis27 A bird by corsuse spatola by Kristinaphoto Bald Eagle flying low by twombold These Wings of Mine by FriendFrog Flying Owl by Lupinicious Owl by JessyPhotography En pleine tempete by JessicaSansiquet Greenwing in Flight by meihua Muro Vulture by medli20

  

Fantasy:

The birds by BattlePeach Radiance by windfalcon Flight by MalgorzataArska Warre by hontor Oh sh-t!!!!! by JustV23 Myster by Sunima :thumb131689500: flying castle by armandeo64 Flying fox by shorty-antics-27 Dream of Flying by vantid Flying. by RoxiBeFox Puppy in the Skies by Nora-Cintra

  

Views from flight:

watching the mountains 2 by uae4u Secluded in the Woods by JindrichLisy High Above 4 by MaxPaynet - Behind the Trees - by ldinami7e Fantastic Romania.3 by sagefille20 ShiCheng - 1 by DawnRoseCreation Clouds factory II by Christine-Muraton Early morning by Addran winter sunrise by Lunox-baik The Golden Gate to Heaven by louieschwartzberg

  

Text art:

FLY by Trapiki High Flight by karambolera Angry Birds - Red Bird by Cleniver We Cry by RenzGFX Bird by 4ox-y :thumb137669624: Bumble bee by Novembermeisje 

  

Literature:

Flight PatternsSarah sat in her apartment bedroom with her head in her hands. She was torn between feeling intense anger and weeping sorrow. She'd been fired from her job today. Not that she was terribly disappointed about that; she hated her job. The people she worked with were all assholes who gossiped more than old ladies at bingo. She'd been confined to a cubical, expected to work eight hour days that were never long enough to get all of her work done, so she'd ended up staying extra hours or coming in early and of course she'd been salaried so she didn't get paid for those extra hours. Her boss had approached her earlier that day around lunchtime. He'd pulled her aside into his office to inform her that because of her lack of ability to work with her team members and because she was falling behind in her work that he was going to have to let her go. Sarah hadn't argued, didn't say a single word to the large balding man, but had simply gone back to her desk, packed up the few personal items she h  FlightIt's a start (you tell me)—
—a bird, life lived in
an open cage
with wings clipped.
not nearly trapped, but
close enough.
The night creeps in
and the door slips shut; I'm ready
to fly away.
--
What can we do,
but sing
cacophonous: here,
there is a rattle of bars
and a crash of drums
in the darkness. Ringing high
and true, crisp in the nighttime frost
I shed my flight in the fall
so the winter might ravage me, raw.
The last few shreds of down flutter
to the cage floor,
and I am gone.
--
Cages and mirrors,
both are as lakes of ice:
These things are children of our own vanity.
The abyss is only as deep as we allow it;
The winter only as cold as we ourselves become.
Besides, what good is an invincible summer
without a bit frost from time to time:
little veins and veils of white,
settling down on the last mottled days of fall;
this child (of my vanity) will not be soon forgotten
in the bitter trailing edge of autumn's warmth.
It's better this way, in
fragmented doses—
—w
  Waiting.I stand, I wait,
I watch, I wait,
I look, I see, I wait.
So are big, some are small,
Some are fast, some just crawl,
I watch them all,
As I wait.
Some are welcoming, some are not,
Some remembered, some forgot,
But I watch them all,
As I wait.
I feel them, as they pass me by,
I hear them, whisper goodbye,
I listen to them all,
As I wait.
But there will be one,
Who will welcome me in,
Who will free me from this sin,
And I will wait no more.
For as I fall, I will break,
I will give, and you will take,
And I will wait no more.
I will open my arms, I will take flight,
I will know, that moment is right,
And you will watch me, as I fall,
As I will ask forgiveness just before,
The moment I will wait no more.
But for now,
I stand, I wait,
I watch, I wait.
  FlyWho dwells in the high reaches
Has far to fall but much to see.
Be quick to catch at clouds
That race the wind and listen
To the tongues that rivers speak.
  To a FledglingA bird in flight must be aware of the night
Ere, in its might, the darkness cause fright
Darkness conceals the dangers they fight
And can easily lead them to a land of blight
A star or two might lend their light
But can't always be guides through their flight
In order to live, birds must continue their flight
Even when it means flying through night
All may seem to be kinder with the light
But darkness falling turns all things to fright
Darkness shrouds the world in evil and blight
But they cannot give up, no they can't, they must fight!
Long and hard it will surely seem, this fight
But each bird must not- cannot- give up his flight
They cannot surrender, they must carry through blight
It is true, they must and will face many a fright
And confront many dangers as they fly through the night
But they'll know it was worth it when they come to the light
The sun will shine in the land of the light
Proving it was worth every fight
All the fright
The long flight
The dark night
Each foul blight
  Fly AwayLet me escape
I want to fly
Fly away to a faraway land
My struggles erased
Don't tell me it's too far
Honestly, I don't care
I need to spread these wings
That have been clipped for so long
  Fly up into the big blue'Fly, fly up into the big blue sky.
Let them all know we're all still alive.'

I was once told a long long time ago that if I believed, then I could reach my biggest dream.
So I packed my bag and searched far and wide to the source of my dream keeper. I knocked on many doors and received many more laughing replies. Because they all thought I was crazy, nuts, stupid, that my dream was an impossible diamond to catch.
But what do they know?
My quest was worth it.
Along the highest mountains I sought it out, along the widest oceans and the deepest volcanos. No place, nowhere was too scary or beyond my reach. From city to city, town to town, village to village, from house to house. I did it all, not leaving a single rock upturned. I breathed it all in, trying to learn, to come closer to what I needed and wanted.
Years, many many years have past since then and not until five decades of searching did I realize that what I dreamed, what I had been seeking I had become, the reality of my
  The Little SparrowHer name was Emma, and she wasn't afraid of falling. For as long as she could remember she had been jumping - always plummeting. She understood the laws of nature: no matter how high she climbed, gravity would always carry her back to the ground; gravity would always grant her momentum to fall and wind-resistance to float. She understood why birds had wings and humans didn't; it was because humans would just as soon leave, and they belonged on the ground.
They always called her a little sparrow, always trying to fly, but they never understood that she didn't want updrafts or wings, she only wanted to scale walls and scurry up trees, to test the limits.
She wanted to throw herself from rooftops and swan dive from balancing bars, challenging inertia and gravity and the laws of motion. She wanted to cannonball into puddles and see if the ocean caught her, or if she merely fell through the earth  to the steaming, bubbling core. She wanted to lift up her arms in triumph, her hair
  Unfallen Rain"I believe in the sky."
She snorted, looking at me incredulously. My wistful blue eyes grew gray with the threat of an impending storm, a mist of disappointment having clouded them.
"Of course you do," she scoffed. "It's right above our heads. You'd have to be an idiot not to believe in it."
As we stood there, our gazes fixed on each other, I realized it wasn't worth my time trying to explain myself. I turned on my heels and promptly left her there, bewildered. She didn't call out or try to stop me, nor did I look back. I simply kept on going.
I walked away from my friend that day with the understanding that my perception of the world was somehow different than that of anyone else. My sense of self curled inward as my mind wove elaborate dreams of soaring high above the clouds, carried only by the wind and the calls of distant migratory birds. Their voices would beckon me to join them on their journey to the New World, leaving this one behind, as my jovial laugh pierced the day...
When
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Group shots:

Caerlaverock Geese1 by Coigach :thumb277639320: In Formation by alk3girl666 .12.01.23. by dasTOK Follow no leader by T1sup The Geese-nado by FramedByNature Birds 1 by Tomboy-125 Flying Umbrella Pandas by sobeyondthis 

  

Small birds:

FEED ME by thrumyeye Holiday Birds by Andoledius Chubby Cardinal by shaguar0508 Pounce.... by quaddie undie bird by gurliebot Sun and Snow by SunStateGalleries setting sun by violetkitty92

  

Insects:

Resting Hoverfly 2 by MaddLouise  Tank by Latrodectus-Pallidus Img04330 by tigerelune Followed by a shadow by Allerlei butterfly on hibiscus by cloe-patra It's a dragonfly... by michael-ray :thumb277906812:

  

People:

Plagued City by MonsterBrand Mel et fel by Marristia I'll fly with you by steee94 Flying Nimbus-Color Wash by ChaseConley Angel Inarcerated by TheMeridianOfInanity Angelic winter by DarkVenusPersephonae :thumb276994854: ___48 by sinix :thumb16017042: flight by finomaxpictures Long ago by untamed-fox flying by LukeShannon








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dw817 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
What ? No invisibility ? That's the super-power I would want.

I've always wondered how the world would appear to me if people thought I wasn't there.

It would be - curious - to see - and learn from ...
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saphireta Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2012   Traditional Artist
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JikeArts Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I want to fly anywR and swim with breathless worry!!!ahahaha!!!
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dw817 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Go get 'em tough guy !
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MonsterBrand Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Professional Photographer
I would want my super power to be shape-shifting. As for flight... I have no idea... sounds like fun though =P
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dw817 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
If you could change shape, you could fly, clearly. :)
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MonsterBrand Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2012  Professional Photographer
Yes, I know... ;) But I was just thinking if I only had the power of flight, not shape-shifting. =P

I guess I was thinking, on epower at a time...
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dw817 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I remember lifting an injured bird one time. They are so incredibly light in weight.

It's hard to believe something that fragile can exist in the world.
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shelleybelly1111 Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Love it ! all wonderfully creative people
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DeeAshrafTaha Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist Filmographer
Yeah, I love flying... to me it represents freedom and happiness.
I've always dreamed of flying with wings above the ocean. That wonderful sight of the ocean and the sky meets at the horizon and the wonderful wind going through my hair and my wings feathers, touching the clouds, and descending slowly to touch the water with my hands is always what I imagine and dream of feeling one day.
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