(Source: fairy--blood)

elsajeni:

fralusans-ana-marein:

likeafieldmouse:

Motoi Yamamoto

Yamamoto’s works are mostly temporary, intricate, large-scale installations, or, “salt labyrinths”. 

"Salt, a traditional symbol for purification and mourning in Japanese culture, is used in funeral rituals and by sumo wrestlers before matches. It is frequently placed in small piles at the entrance to restaurants and other businesses to ward off evil spirits and to attract benevolent ones. 

Yamamoto forged a connection to the substance while mourning the death of his sister at the age of twenty-four from brain cancer, and began to create art out of salt in an effort to preserve his memories of her.

His art radiates an intense beauty and tranquility, but also conveys something ineffable, painful, and endless.”

Artist’s statement: 

“Drawing a labyrinth with salt is like following a trace of my memory. Memories seem to change and vanish as time goes by; however, what I seek is to capture a frozen moment that cannot be attained through pictures or writings. What I look for at the end of the act of drawing could be a feeling of touching a precious memory.”

I don’t usually reblog art (and a lot of art crosses my dashboard, thanks to Annie and others), but this is appealing both aesthetically and conceptually.

… whoa.

The Specter of “Real Life” is always haunting people’s minds as we watch for it’s approach, yet in truth “Real Life” is behind us, the time we have already passed through.

The Specter of “Real Life” is always haunting people’s minds as we watch for it’s approach, yet in truth “Real Life” is behind us, the time we have already passed through.

Sometimes when the girl sleeps at night her mind wanders the corridors of her home.  It eyes the angles and the objects that engulf the house. It ponders their meaning but can find none. The mind calculates the patterns and lines that line the walls and floors, searching for an answer.

When the girl wakes up in the morning she looks around her room and sees objects without order and wishes life order upon them. Her books, papers, clothes, furniture.  Meaningful mementos and leftover refuse.  

Sometimes when the girl slept at night the heart would wander out to explore the world outside the girl’s warm breast.  The world outside was still and solid.  The alien landscape was difficult for the heart to grasp, its contours were definite and unforgiving but without response when touched or prodded.

When the girl wakes she listens but hears nothing.  Her eyes scrape across the room without affect.  Her fingers push the phone off the nightstand to the ground but the phone does not respond. She feels a pang of longing to see them animated. 

Sometimes when the girl slept at night the heart and mind would stay within.  They would converse in low harmonies the meanings of the world outside.  Soon they would turn harmonies to the beauties that lie within creating choruses of profound joy to wash and cleanse. 

(Source: mintyarisato)

marciellesmusings:

alliartist:

dofistandroidgirls:

robbiepan:

bad fucking ass.

IT’S A FREAKIN TABLE, WHAT

Please tell me those are herbs growing on that table so people can add whatever seasonings to their meal that they like

yep, and also various types of lettuce by the looks of it.

springtowarchitect:

Hong Kong

springtowarchitect:

Hong Kong

idontfindyouthatinteresting:

kubrickist:

Stanley Kubrick  -  One-Point Perspective

compositions in which spatial planes converge at one vanishing point in the distance creating a sense that we are trapped within the scene rather than merely watching it. x

Totally freakin’ beautiful!

(Source: elguindilla)

wwii-in-photographs:

A Croatian Partisan moments before he was executed. He yelled: ”Death to fascism, freedom to the people!” 1942 http://t.co/jqbl3jnmip From Twitter.com/History_Pics

wwii-in-photographs:

A Croatian Partisan moments before he was executed. He yelled: ”Death to fascism, freedom to the people!” 1942 http://t.co/jqbl3jnmip From Twitter.com/History_Pics

maskdeuh:

Street Punx in Yangon, Myanmar.

maskdeuh:

Street Punx in Yangon, Myanmar.

pixography:

Surreal Gallery

pixography:

Surreal Gallery

I’ve heard I’m tone deaf.  The inability to reproduce the pure notes I can hear.  What if that extends to other forms of art?  My inability to reproduce meaningful productions of art.  Forever receiving the world yet never able to articulate responses.












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I’ve heard I’m tone deaf.  The inability to reproduce the pure notes I can hear.  What if that extends to other forms of art?  My inability to reproduce meaningful productions of art.  Forever receiving the world yet never able to articulate responses.

http://uploads0.wikipaintings.org/images/gerhard-richter/abstract-painting-780-1.jpg

neuromaencer:

April thunderstorms II - Electric Time Square by Samytry

neuromaencer:

April thunderstorms II - Electric Time Square by Samytry