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Submitted: September 18, 2010
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Make:SAMSUNG
Model:NX10
Shutter Speed:1/45 second
Aperture:F/4.5
Focal Length:18 mm
ISO Speed:100
Date Taken:Aug 26, 2010, 6:31:49 AM
Software:Adobe Photoshop CS4 Macintosh
Sensor Size:3mm

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Pencil Vs Camera - 34by `BenHeine

Digital Art / Mixed Media / Surreal

© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
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I've taken this photo in a very narrow street in Fira, Santorini island, Greece.

I also made the rough sketch. I really had the feeling to enter in someone's mouth...

See the whole "Pencil Vs Camera" album

(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)

Update: See THIS VIDEO showing some 18 Pencil Vs Camera images in
progress (with a small animation and an original musical composition).
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For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days are going nowhere,
Immortal at last;
Stillness is here and there,
Memories of past.
Years like unknown streets,
All going to by and by;
Remembered bittersweets,
Only a faraway cry.

The simmering fragile wind,
Crumpling nothingness;
Blandly from future rescind,
The fruits and flowerless.
Receptive to breath and sleep,
All is in steep descend;
The shining things into the deep,
Till its very own end.

Days that mask in dark faces,
Flowers with mouth of new;
Shadows passing moods abases,
And hiding realities construe.
Days are going nowhere,
Immortal at last;
Is there anybody aware,
The hour has glassed.