So, as much as I enjoy Rpattz, there are often things I want to discuss on my pop culture blog—for example, my opinion on Liu Xiaobo or my favorite Neruda poem—that don’t really fit there.
And that’s why I created this dumping ground (slash treasure trove?) for everything else. I’m sure it will average about one reader per century.
By Jenine Shereos, I have seen sculptural artworks created using human hair before, but not quite on the intricate, detailed scale of these amazing leaves. You would be hard pressed to mimic the vein structure of a leaf this well in any other medium, each intersection of the hairs is connected by a tiny knot. All of which have been built up on dissolvable backing material, thus leaving these skeletal structures.
In this series, the intricacies of a leaf’s veining are recreated by wrapping, stitching, and knotting together strands of human hair. Inspired by the delicate and detailed venation of a leaf, I began stitching individual strands of hair by hand into a water- soluble backing material. At each point where one strand of hair intersected another, I stitched a tiny knot, so that when the backing was dissolved, the entire piece was able to hold its form. Creating this work was a very meditative process for me, as I found myself lost in the detail of the small, organic microcosms that began taking shape.
The pallettes of Paul Gaugin and Vincent Van Gogh
Ruadh DeLone - Torsos
King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”
Frank O´Hara reads “Having a coke with you”
olgy:
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
The Museum of Broken Relationships
“Everyone has had that moment – days, months, even years after the end of a relationship, when you come across something inextricably linked with that person. The Museum of Broken Relationships collects those trinkets – everything from poems to a grand piano, nasal spray to necklaces. It’s a magnificent, moving show, simultaneously both intensely personal and completely universal.”
For me I know exactly what this would be. A dumb little raccoon statue named Earnest.
Christians protecting Muslims as they pray during the NLC rally in Abuja on 1/10/12.
Every visitor is encouraged to mark their height on the wall and after several months a dark band encircles the gallery.
Submitted by casseroles-and-handshakes
Pete Fecteau
Dream Big - Rubix Cube Portrait
