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I wish I had a way to tell you what it is to feel brave and alive like I did tonight.
The most peaceful view of my city, of my future, is from 200 feet out into the Lake at central park.
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The Eagleman Stag / 2011 BAFTA award winning stop-motion animation by Mikey Please
“OH MY GOD. This is one of the most incredible animations I have ever seen. Mikey Please sent me over a link to his latest film The Eagleman Stag and it is a masterpiece. What you are about to see is not a computer animation, it’s a stop-motion animation using thousands of handmade foam models.
Peek behind the scenes, here.”
Holy wow.
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For Vera, forever ago.
If Sol Lewitt, Agnes Martin, Dan Flavin and Frank Lloyd Wright decided to send me a little gift they’d cooked up while trying to occupy a few hours of the eternities, it would probably look just like this.
(Source: cabinporn)
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“The English translation for the title of this 1961 Czechoslovakian book, Monolecky, Muze s Plnovousem translates to Monolecky, Man With a Beard. It was written by Jiri R. Pick (1925-1983) and brilliantly designed by Milos Noll (1926-1998) who took great liberty with the display of the text.”
Why I love the Czechs. Times infinity. What I love, too, is that some, if not all, of this was printed with moveable lead type. holy moly.
(via fuckyeahbookarts)
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Maria Clara Eimmart (1676-1707)
How many candies make up the weight of your body? How long until your lightbulb goes out?
Felix Gonzalez-Torres, “Untitled” (America), 1994–95 (installation view, Simple Form, Henry Art Gallery, Seattle, Washington, 1997–98).
© The Felix Gonzalez-Torres Foundation. Photograph by Richard Nicol
The Only Thing That Will Stop This Asteroid Is Your Liberal Arts Degree
I don’t need some pencilneck with four Ph.D’s, one-thousand hours of simulator time, and the ability to operate a robot crane in low-Earth orbit. I need someone with four years of broad-but-humanities-focused studies, three subsequent years in temp jobs, and the ability to reason across multiple areas of study. I need someone who can read The Bell Jar and make strong observations about its representations of mental health and the repression of women
“Meister Eckhart says that as long as we love any
image we are doomed to live in purgatory.”
(from Mae Howe’s poem, After the Movie)
This week as I was showing an astonished Mongolian draftsman the exterior of The Strawberry (which is all I ever want to call The Garden of Earthly Delights, as it was, I am sure, all Bosch ever wanted to call it) my mind left that gallery and wandered further into the interior of the Prado, up a small set of stairs and into a gallery just to off on the left, where I stood in contraband silence and wept and wept before this little painting four years ago. I could not love an image more, could not have felt anything as strongly as I had in that moment; the weight of anticipation and trepidation, of loss and longing, of our bursting forward into the modern era, all wrapped up into that one little canvas.
Even if Bosch has shown me what purgatory may look like; even with the jolly demons and the pools of scalding oil lurking just a few galleries over; even then, if I had this little dog with me I think, just maybe, I’d be alright.
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