I’ve been trying to find out for days. But I found it on a Ukrainian website where there was a mountain of gushing but very little factual information. The website redirected to a Facebook page that doesn’t work.
I hate posting things without attribution but I can’t attribute because I can’t find the artist. As soon as I find him, I will post his name, I promise.
You’re right again — a hippie is a hippie, and today’s version, naked or otherwise, is no more appealing than their grandparents were back in the 1960s. (I was there, I remember.)
As for Baby Boomers — arguably the worst, most spoiled, brattiest generation in American history. If the “Greatest Generation” was so wonderful, why did it do such a lousy job of raising children? 🙂
Okay, I’m cranky, but you can’t accuse me of “punching down” at any “marginalized” group…
Fortunately, I missed that generation by four months. I was 18 days old when the Germans surrendered, and about 4-1/2 months old when the Japanese quit and the war ended. (Actually I missed it by about four months plus nine or ten, since the Baby Boomers started in 1946 with all the post-war pregnancies from returning soldiers.)
Your a member of the “Silent Generation”? Too young for war and jazz they created rock and roll instead (and were completely shut out of the white house by the greatest generation and the baby boomers iirc).
I’m technically a boomer but never felt at home with them. In a lot of ways I felt more like a member of Generation X and then I discovered somebody posited a mini-generation of late boommers and early Xers called Generation Disco. That suits me a lot better.
Historians usually apply the term “Silent Generation” to people born from 1922 to 1942, so those of us born late in WWII fall into an unnamed gap unofficially referred to as “war babies.”
At any rate, I ‘d rather be called a “war baby” than be accused of being part of a silent mass. 🙂
Everybody has their own interpretation of this work of art, of course. Mine is that we seek out, recognize, and love each other with our childhood traumas.
Lovely and very moving.
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It’s beautiful…
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And so true.
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Who is the artist? That is very beautiful
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I’ve been trying to find out for days. But I found it on a Ukrainian website where there was a mountain of gushing but very little factual information. The website redirected to a Facebook page that doesn’t work.
I hate posting things without attribution but I can’t attribute because I can’t find the artist. As soon as I find him, I will post his name, I promise.
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Google reverse image search tells me the picture is from this year’s Burning Man festival in Nevada.
http://mashable.com/2015/09/07/burning-man-2015-photos/#vlfWdZWlQqk9
Not sure about the artist. There are hundreds of temporary sculptures like this made by visitors to the festival.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man
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Yes, that’s where it appeared! Thank you!
The artist’s first name seems to be Vitaliy. I had no idea this festival existed.
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How nice to finally see pictures of a Burning Man festival showing something more interesting than naked Baby-Boomer hippies.
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What do baby boomers have to do with it? It’s still naked hippies, so you can proceed with your hippie punching.
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You’re right again — a hippie is a hippie, and today’s version, naked or otherwise, is no more appealing than their grandparents were back in the 1960s. (I was there, I remember.)
As for Baby Boomers — arguably the worst, most spoiled, brattiest generation in American history. If the “Greatest Generation” was so wonderful, why did it do such a lousy job of raising children? 🙂
Okay, I’m cranky, but you can’t accuse me of “punching down” at any “marginalized” group…
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“As for Baby Boomers — arguably the worst, most spoiled, brattiest generation in American history.”
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Fortunately, I missed that generation by four months. I was 18 days old when the Germans surrendered, and about 4-1/2 months old when the Japanese quit and the war ended. (Actually I missed it by about four months plus nine or ten, since the Baby Boomers started in 1946 with all the post-war pregnancies from returning soldiers.)
So I was a “war baby.”
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Your a member of the “Silent Generation”? Too young for war and jazz they created rock and roll instead (and were completely shut out of the white house by the greatest generation and the baby boomers iirc).
I’m technically a boomer but never felt at home with them. In a lot of ways I felt more like a member of Generation X and then I discovered somebody posited a mini-generation of late boommers and early Xers called Generation Disco. That suits me a lot better.
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Historians usually apply the term “Silent Generation” to people born from 1922 to 1942, so those of us born late in WWII fall into an unnamed gap unofficially referred to as “war babies.”
At any rate, I ‘d rather be called a “war baby” than be accused of being part of a silent mass. 🙂
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Hmmm, what about those that managed to remove the barriers, those that actually liked “the other” ;-D
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Everybody has their own interpretation of this work of art, of course. Mine is that we seek out, recognize, and love each other with our childhood traumas.
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