bsefran, Author at Barbara Sefran Art

The Tree of Five Minutes to Midnight

“The Tree” in this series, represents the individual person or our society in general.

Five minutes to midnight refers to the Doomsday Clock. It’s MUCH closer now ! The poor tree here (in this case representing the world and its peoples, of whom we individuals are each a part) has got some kind of blight and has lost its leaves; the trunk has been shored up with bricks. The wheel represents overproduction, misuse of resources and the environment.

I made this maybe a decade ago, when the Doomsday Clock was “only” at five minutes to midnight; it is a lot closer now. Shockingly close! If you want to see how close, check the URL below. Warning: It’s “seconds” now, not minutes! Symbolic seconds, of course.

The Doomsday Clock, in case you don’t remember, represents the danger that scientists feel that the world is in. It started out in 1945 standing for the risk of atomic destruction but now, “The Clock has become a universally recognized indicator of the world’s vulnerability to catastrophe from nuclear weapons, climate change, and disruptive technologies.” The good news is that the clock setting has sometimes gone backwards as well as forwards.

(If you want to know more ): https ://thebulletin.org/doomsday-clock/current-time/

A City Called Life: The Path Less Travelled

From the City called Life series: The Path less travelled.

ROBERT FROST

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.

A City Called Life Series : Home

This picture is in one of the first series which I made and is the only one in which I left a recognizable person, only slightly photo-shopped, because I did ask his permission, and gave him something in return.

“Home is not a place, it’s a feeling”, said someone, I forget who!

I don’t think it’s necessary to say much about this pic, but I invite you to ask yourself what the idea of Home means to you.

More about the Series, A City Called Life

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Keep in your heart a green bough!

Blue Skies, Some Rain!

Blue Skies, Some Rain.

As for the “meaning” of it, the meaning is whatever you want to give it! This morning I looked up the meaning of “blue sky” on the web and was amazed to find that there are some negative meanings, not to mention many more songs than the one I remembered, mostly songs with positive meanings.
For me, it just means: there are blue skies, and there is rain! Sometimes one, sometimes the other, sometimes both at once or both in a day. (And when skies are grey too long, I try to remember that rain is needed, and blue sky will return!)