Belief originating from an ancient Chinese legend.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Little Knot
"An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken."
Belief originating from an ancient Chinese legend.
Belief originating from an ancient Chinese legend.
Image: RyukiRose
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Vermilion


Japanese artist Riusuke Fukahori exhibited his latest work 'Goldfish Salvation' in January at the ICN gallery in London, England. Fukahori has developed a technique which is akin to 3D printing in which he uses layers of casting resin and paint to build a 3D painting. The result is stunningly lifelike pieces that are a cross between painting and sculpture.


Fukahori began using Goldfish as a theme in his work after a period of 'artists block', the little fish have a long history of being loved by people and he found himself inspired by their shimmering scales and graceful movement.


The embedded video below shows Fukahori's technique which involves intricate brush stokes sandwiched between thin layers of resin which he contains in pewter bowls or bamboo vessels.
To learn more about his work:
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Black Mirror
From the depths of Charlie Brooker's brain comes a darkly satirical miniseries called 'Black Mirror'. Each of the three episodes feature a different cast, setting and cinematography style which explore our relationship and rapidly escalating dependency on technology, social media and consumerism. Coupled with the willingness of the general populations to be spoon fed and distracted by their government and the media (reality television, modern day celebrity, filtered news coverage etc.) Brooker examines the idea that "If technology is a drug – and it does feel like a drug – then what, precisely, are the side-effects?"
The series was produced by Zeppotron for Endemol, who ironically are the production and distribution company behind 'Big Brother' a reality show based on a group of people living together; isolated from the outside world but with every move and word continuously watched and recorded by television cameras.
I found myself watching Black Mirror with a nagging sense of unease. Brooker elaborates "This area – between delight and discomfort – is where Black Mirror, my new drama series, is set...The present day is no less crazy. We routinely do things that just five years ago would scarcely have made sense to us. We tweet along to reality shows; we share videos of strangers dropping cats in bins; we dance in front of Xboxes that can see us, and judge us, and find us sorely lacking. It's hard to think of a single human function that technology hasn't somehow altered, apart perhaps from burping. That's pretty much all we have left. Just yesterday I read a news story about a new video game installed above urinals to stop patrons getting bored: you control it by sloshing your urine stream left and right. Read that back to yourself and ask if you live in a sane society."
Info and links to episodes after the cut (episode info taken from Brooker's piece in The Guardian )
Info and links to episodes after the cut (episode info taken from Brooker's piece in The Guardian )
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Old Age Will Distill You
If you're not, if you're not
if you're not, if you're not
if you're not getting happier as you get older
then you're fuckin' up
if you're not, if you're not
if you're not getting happier as you get older
then you're fuckin' up
if you're not, if you're not
if you're not, if you're not
if you're not aware that what you put out
is what you get back
that you make the world through the way you act
you can't harness the awesome power of that fact..."
if you're not, if you're not
if you're not aware that what you put out
is what you get back
that you make the world through the way you act
you can't harness the awesome power of that fact..."
Sunday, January 01, 2012
Friday, December 23, 2011
Traits

"It has always seemed strange to me...the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second."
John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck
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Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tracer

Hugh McCabe is a photographer whose work echoes the tonal and often eerie quality of early film photography. A course in Photography and Digital Imaging led him to begin documenting a project he calls 'Stages'.

He began taking long exposure photographs from the balconies of music venues. The long exposure ranges from 3 minutes up to 15 or 20. "Generally I try and make each exposure the length of a song in order to try and answer these sorts of questions: Is it possible to take a photograph of song? If so, what would it look like?" With a nod to Hiroshi Sugimoto's 'Theaters' series the end result is eerie and beautiful.

Client on images above to see larger, better quality versions.
To see more of his work:
Monday, December 19, 2011
In Defense of Humbug
The experience of working in retail for a few years coupled with working with The Samaritans really gave me a different perspective on Christmas/Holiday Season (retail folk know exactly what I'm talkin' about!). Having evolved into a commercial/consumerist event that starts earlier each year (purchasing tree decorations in August anyone?), it became clear that Christmas was an intensely stressful, pressurized and lonely time for a lot of people.
I do feel to each their own and if you want to celebrate the holidays, go right ahead. However i've been called Grinch and a humbug repeatedly over the years for my stance on the subject. The embedded video above by Jay Smooth sums it up better than i could!
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
Unalloyed
The world lost a good one on December 15th 2011 when Christopher Hitchens died from complications arising from esophageal cancer.
“If you were offered the chance to live your own life again, would you seize the opportunity? The only real philosophical answer is automatically self-contradictory: 'Only if I did not know that I was doing so.' To go through the entire experience once more would be banal and Sisyphean—even if it did build muscle—whereas to wish to be young again and to have the benefit of one's learned and acquired existence is not at all to wish for a repeat performance, or a Groundhog Day. And the mind ought to, but cannot, set some limits to wish-thinking.
All right, same me but with more money, an even sturdier penis, slightly different parents, a briefer latency period… the thing is absurd. I seriously would like to know what it was to be a woman, but like blind Tiresias would also want the option of re-metamorphosing if I wished. How terrible it is that we have so many more desires than opportunities.”
All right, same me but with more money, an even sturdier penis, slightly different parents, a briefer latency period… the thing is absurd. I seriously would like to know what it was to be a woman, but like blind Tiresias would also want the option of re-metamorphosing if I wished. How terrible it is that we have so many more desires than opportunities.”
Image: Paolo Pellegrin
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Moanin'
If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips are things to use in prayer.
Oh...O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips by thine, my sin is purged.
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