mixed media assemblages
http://www.plusgallery.com/artists/rettig/5/
http://www.designspongeonline.com/2007/12/hunt-rettig.html
http://dearada.typepad.com/dear_ada/2007/12/hunt-rettig.html
Monday, December 31, 2007
Hunt Rettig
mixed media assemblages
http://www.plusgallery.com/artists/rettig/5/
http://www.designspongeonline.com/2007/12/hunt-rettig.html
http://dearada.typepad.com/dear_ada/2007/12/hunt-rettig.html
Takashi Iwasaki makes Abbies
thread on canvas
colored pencil, graphite, sticker on paper
http://www.takashiiwasaki.info/takashiiwasaki/english/abbies04.html
http://bloesem.blogs.com/bloesem/2007/12/takashi-iwasaki.html
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Circle Project
A series of drawings exploring composition, space and symmetry using a physical, non-computer driven, approach. The images are hand-drawn using a compass and pen and generated from a series of measurements taken from a square grid of 100 points.
www.richardsarson.com
Peter Callesen snowflakes
Walking On Snow, 2003. 400 unique hand-cut snowflakes, variable sizes.
www.petercallesen.com/index/index2.html
Monday, December 17, 2007
rough new prizes
I do not offer the old smooth prizes,
But offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you
earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid-up stores,
However convenient the dwellings,
You shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port,
And however calm the waters,
You shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you
You are permitted to receive it but a little while
Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before you,
The long brown path before you, leading wherever
you choose.
Say only to one another:
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
Walt Whitman
But offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you
earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid-up stores,
However convenient the dwellings,
You shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port,
And however calm the waters,
You shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you
You are permitted to receive it but a little while
Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before you,
The long brown path before you, leading wherever
you choose.
Say only to one another:
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
Walt Whitman
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
delicious ambiguity
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity".
Gilda Radner, 1946-1989
Gilda Radner, 1946-1989
Saturday, December 8, 2007
oak tree
"My thoughts turn to something I read once, something the Zen Buddhists believe. They say that an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time. Obviously, there is the acorn from which it all begins, the seed which holds all the promise and potential, which grows into the tree. Everybody can see that. But only a few can recognize that there is another force operating here as well-- the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, drawing the seedling forth with longing out of the void, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. In this respect, say the Zens, it is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born."
-Elizabeth Gilbert
-Elizabeth Gilbert
Q train to manhattan
riding on the manhattan bridge with a view of the brooklyn bridge. my favorite part of the train ride. a grey morning. 9:30am. 12.8.2007
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