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This photo shows the morning sun rising over a field in the early morning, directly connecting to the quote and showing the immense beauty in it's simplicity.

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“After a partial cessation of his sensuous life, the soul of man, or its organs rather, are reinvigorated each day, and his Genius tries again what noble life it can make. All memorable events, I should say, transpure in morning time and in a morning atmosphere.”

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This visual shows a man walking, alone, deep in the forest as light shines through the trees illuminating him, relating to the importance of individualism. 

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“Some of my townsmen, it is true, can remember and have described to me some walks which they took ten years ago, in which they were so blessed as to lose themselves for half an hour in the woods; but I know very well that they have confined themselves to the highway ever since, whatever pretensions they may make to belong to this select class. No doubt they were elevated for a moment as by the reminiscence of a previous state of existence when even they were foresters and outlaws.”

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This shows a woman immersed in nature, with the expression she is wearing conveying content, connecting back the necessity of a return to nature's simplicity. 

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“In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, - he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight.”

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This portrays a natural, simple, subject where the artist didn't paint what he saw, but what he felt in nature, expressing his emotions through his brushwork. 

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“The production of a world of art throws a light upon the mystery of humanity. A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike and even unique.”

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This image indicates individualism as the woman portrayed does not exist to be viewed by others, nor is she viewing the scene before her as a way to conform. 

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“My life is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it is genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady.”

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The poem by Walt Whitman follows the question of resistance in the form of mass conformity to oblivious ignorance. He suggests that the individual is bound to lose all faith when they realize their singular efforts will never strike drastic change in the greater scope of society. So the individuals, those who have lost all strength in resisting, conform to the likes of the majority against their better judgment. The wise minority surrenders and the hope of any reformation is lost. The film Dead Poets Society demonstrates the drastic decisions of the individual in the face of direct oppression, where Neil finally comprehended the life he was living was not his own, and the only way out was to end it.

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This scene emphasised the significance and importance of individualism in the face of conformity since not all the students rose to greet their Captain. 

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It is a universal fear to be forgotten, to be brushed away like any other grain of sand and to wait for the last memories stored in living minds to fade out of existence. The trouble is determining how we ought to be remembered, and how we are to ensure that the world never omits the impression we left behind. If we spend all our years following the path of survival alone, we fail to acknowledge our greater purpose and remain only as echoes of our true selves. To stray from what is laid out for us, diverging from the road taken by those merely blundering their way through life, and deliberately creating a separate path dedicated to our remembrance is what we all must strive to achieve. I wish not for history to remember me as simply another tolerable student or an adequate, averagely content adult. I have always sought to express myself through my artwork, and such is the commemoration I hope will hold for me when I am gone. I want the messages hidden beneath my works to be forever decrypted by fresh minds and for their meanings never to fade. I aspire to be regarded as one of history's great minds, those able to convey their innermost enlightened thoughts through complex color and shape. No living thing is eternal, for we wither away until we perish, forever laid to rest. The impressions we make, however, are timeless. They are infinite in their continuance and everlasting by nature. This is how I wish to be memorialised, not by name or being but by my arts immortal imprint upon the world.

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This is an ink drawing of a simple subject with a complex background created by me 

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Silence is a blessing, one yet difficult to find

In settings such as this

As we bustle through the crowded hallways of modern life

It can be strenuous to stay clear of mind

There is no fault in keeping silent

It only means that I don’t have a reason to speak

I have other means of conveying myself

Much as Mother Nature talks through her rushing rivers and creeks

On verbal communication, I am not completely reliant

As I carve the colors into shapes

And allow myself to disengage

My innermost thoughts manifest into reality

As brush touches canvas

As pencil touches page

I need not words to express my desires

I need not squabble to show what I believe to be true

I am revealed through what I create

When my hands are one with my mind

And the deepest contemplation flows forward

In form of various shades and vibrant hues

So if they truly wish to know my story

If they are yet willing to unravel the tapestry of my masked face

Let them observe first the products of my passion

And decipher the cryptic messages hidden beneath the surface

Disclosing what they genuinely embrace

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London Street artist Banksy expresses in this piece the transcendental belief that drifting away from a reliance on modern technology is key to non-conformity.

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#TranscendingInTheRain
This hashtag relates to the tenant of transcendentalism dealing with the importance of reconnecting with nature in order to enlighten one's mind.

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This photo taken while hiking shows a return to and an appreciation of nature's simplicity, with its naturally vibrant colors emphasised in contrast. 

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This image taken on a walk/hike in Arizona focuses on an individual aspect of nature, the sun highlighting the complexity of a generally simple subject. 

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This visual encapsulates the beauty of nature as a whole, as the simple green of the leaves is illuminated by the sun revealing its many different vibrancies.

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The pressure social media induces to conform to social expectations and standards only makes the rejection of it more necessary in the seeking of individuality.

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This shows an individual refusing to be another puppet under someone's control, thinking for himself instead of conforming to others submission to oppression. 

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Thoreau and Emerson suggest that by thinking and living our lives for ourselves, by our views and opinions and no one else's, we better contribute to the wise minority of society rather than the obliviously ignorant majority.
-"My life is for itself and not for spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than it should be glittering and unsteady. "
-"To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, -that is genius."
-"A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority; it is not even a minority then; but it is irresistible when it clogs by its whole weight."