Which is scary and bizarre, and in some ways entirely too confronting, but at this stage, things are so hectic I don’t think I’m going to have time to rest for the next couple of weeks, so at least I won’t have to think about it for a while.
before you have sex with me you have to earn it
take these two potatoes and this goat and bring them to the river valley where you will meet an old gypsy named madam zeroni. carry madam zeroni back up the mountain on your back and allow her to drink from the stream while you sing for her. she will give you a necklace of beads. return them to me to complete the quest.
The distance between my computer and the teapot. If I was in a Disney movie, the teapot would be singing and dancing it’s way to me, telling me that all is not lost.
What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is.
I like thiss
It’s Image>Adjustments>Exposure/ColourBalance/Hue/Saturation/Etc. Over and Over and Over and Over.
WHERE’S MY PAINTBRUSH?! *sobs*
Movement and interactive relationship with the body has been the most important element throughout my body of work. However through these works, I also started to explore the mechanical structure as a form. Mechanical structure becomes the most enjoyable form to me as it becomes complex yet remains simple and coherent. The contrast between metal structural form and natural feather, together with the repetitive and whimsical movements of fragile wings, provokes the imagination and evolves the intimate relationship between work and viewer/wearer. Although the recent series, segmented wings have been focused on the formal challenge to engineer an intricate movement that simulates bird wings, these works are intended to be a series of poems in which I develope my own formal language, interpret the nature of wings, create various structural forms with movements, and share the metaphor, imagination, humor, with viewer/wearer.
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
The temp controls in my fridge are the same as the ones in my heart
I seem to only wear skirts on the days where every pair of jeans I have are in the wash. While I don’t think I look bad, it’s so different from how I usually look I feel like I’m lying or something…?
Ah well, this’ll teach me to not put off washing my clothes for 2 and a half weeks.