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an internet scrapbook of sorts
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staceythinx: Perfect Lovers by Terry Berlier About the piece: Perfect Lovers represents the cross sections of two trees, a familiar reference to nature’s clock and a dramatic visualization to time. This large-scale installation illustrates that the life-span of a tree is measured in centuries, and by inference, reminds us that human life is most often measured in decades. In a fast-paced, short-attention-span culture, this vivid reminder gives us pause. The “clocks” also reference Felix Gonzalez-Torres piece Untitled (Perfect Lovers) that is comprised of two synchronized clocks that inevitably become out of synch. Similarly, this piece serves as a symbol of time’s inexorable flow.

staceythinx:

Perfect Lovers by Terry Berlier

About the piece:

Perfect Lovers represents the cross sections of two trees, a familiar reference to nature’s clock and a dramatic visualization to time. This large-scale installation illustrates that the life-span of a tree is measured in centuries, and by inference, reminds us that human life is most often measured in decades. In a fast-paced, short-attention-span culture, this vivid reminder gives us pause. The “clocks” also reference Felix Gonzalez-Torres piece Untitled (Perfect Lovers) that is comprised of two synchronized clocks that inevitably become out of synch. Similarly, this piece serves as a symbol of time’s inexorable flow.

(Source: cinoh, via wowgreat)

Day 1: Portrait of Yourself (wonky hat and cartoon eyess) 30 Day Drawing Challenge Some of these are a bit silly but I figured I’d try the challenge out for the month of June. It’s a good way to motivate myself to really fill up my sketchbook with things other than incoherent word scratches and abstract line doodles

Day 1: Portrait of Yourself

(wonky hat and cartoon eyess)

30 Day Drawing Challenge

Some of these are a bit silly but I figured I’d try the challenge out for the month of June. It’s a good way to motivate myself to really fill up my sketchbook with things other than incoherent word scratches and abstract line doodles

devidsketchbook:

David Altmejd  ”Wave”

via: andrearosengallery

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“I think faster than I can speak. My brain is not the best when it comes to verbal language but it seems like I am very comfortable placing matter and things. My brain is very in sync. Sometimes I feel like there’s brains in my hands” - David Altmejd

I’ve been spending too many isolated hours in front of brightly lit screens, scrolling images and text and music apps and checking iPhone notifications. A never ending mesh of endless forms of mind numbing entertainment. I need it to stop. I need to be active, breathing in fresh air, exploring, creating, reading. Reflecting, but not getting lost in that reflection. And then add some quiet wandering of sun drenched train tracks and collective contemplations of consciousness and art and conversations I can barely grasp at during late night hours in large cloud beds… and then some naps in the park where words aren’t really necessary… Sinking into well worn couches drinking lukewarm coffee and reading books full of poems about walkingfalling into the sun… throwing ingredients into bowls usually adding lots of cheese and siracha causing nutmeg trouble watching old 90s tv show netflicks in t-shirt bedding. Late noon times where coffee nirvanas take form and twitching and flailing are commonplace in math class that lead to shwarma munching or dank burgers drenched in a combination of 4 bbq sauces inhaling, and more night times spent in soft warm bongo haze homes with pull out sofa beds resting my head while avatar episodes lull me to sleep… and I really miss Salem so terribly bad right about now and always

Caribou - Melody Day (Four Tet Remix feat. Luke Lalonde Adem and One Little Plane)

there’s something about delicate spiraling acoustic guitar that always gets me…

So I can’t really sleep… and in the process of not sleeping I discovered that I have Photobooth on my computer… with ancient photos. I thought I’d post a few here because really they are pretty entertaining given the fact that they are of high school me, with terrible bun hair, and I look so youngggggg

myratter:

My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…

Pluto is there.

The artist remembered Pluto.

Guys…

The artist drew Pluto crying.

Revolve in peace, Pluto

(Source: rubywhiterabbit)