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Photo reblogged from WOWGREAT with 57 notes
LEO VILLAREAL, Scramble (installation view) 2011, light emitting diodes, mac mini, custom software, circuitry, wood, plexiglas, 60 x 60 inches, ed; 3, found at conner contemporary
Photo reblogged from one of these days, these days will end with 166 notes
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Photo reblogged from I ask for the No Music section in a restaurant with 6 notes
Poem by Sam Schonzeit, as Published in the Window at MBCo.
Video reblogged from Fresh Photons with 260 notes
Cecropia by Christian Schoeler Maldonado
About the project:
“Unless you clearly see that ugliness Which makes me beatiful, You cannot know that there is a certain Ugliness more beautiful than any beauty. - Il Vertunno dell’ Arcimboldo Don Gregorio Camanini Milano, 1591.”
Inspired by the work of Arcimboldo in the 16th century, this project became an investigation on the relativeness of the beauty. Each photograph shows one individual leaf from the Cecropia tree after one month of it’s fall. They are naturally transformed into organic shapes and sometimes into weird faces and masks or even human figures. Captured in the way they were at the moment, but carefully positioned and lightened to better show it’s individual character.
Video reblogged from The Gold County Paper Mill with 3 notes
gcpm:
I cant really make any sense out of the google translated version of the page, but Im pretty sure these are pages for Lensman magna by drawn Hiroshi Manabe
Text reblogged from Dane Martin with 24 notes
The Professor’s Song
When dust runs down the pretty pipe
And makes a brand new dream,
There always is a rustling sound
In the pipe’s most pretty seam.
The pipe pulsates and twitches twice,
But never will it bend.
Tomorrow is a dreaming day
With enemy and friend.
The dreams will get into your throat
And make your eyes feel thick.
You will feel like a captain’s goat—
Elegant, yet sick.
And spring will come soon and thee
New flowers shall bring catastrophe.
Whoever said dreams had no seasons or weeks
Never lived up to their valleys and peaks.
Dreams are like paper inside of a tree.
They are not real yet, but soon they will be.
It never hurts to pray and hope
That the person you love is made of love soap.
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