James Turrell - Second Meeting on Art|21
I know we have a Turrell in Houston, but I fell in love with the ones in Pittsburgh’s Mattress Factory, specifically Catso, Red: http://www.mattress.org/index.cfm?event=showartist&eid=45&id=216&c=permanent
And they are right, you can’t understand what they really look like unless you are there in person.
Cool.
The Crawlers - John Thomson
Reminds me of Kathe Kollwitz drawings: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kollwitz.jpg
At the 2013 99U Conference, Stanford Technology Ventures director Tina Seelig, author of inGenius: A Crash Course on Creativity, echoes Neil Gaiman’s timeless advice on failure and the creative life.
Also see Steve Jobs on the fear of failure.
(via explore-blog)
The wonderful Allie Brosh is back with the second installment in her poignant illustrated account of what depression actually feels like.
What’s funny is I had the same experience…and my trigger was also corn. In an important class with speakers presenting to us (at the end of grad school) I looked at a handout that they had given all of us. These were the big wigs who could possibly hire us in the future. And I caught a misspelling.
“…during the dot corn boom”.
Dot corn boom! I laughed and laughed and couldn’t stop. I had to leave the room. I laughed so hard, I cried and kept crying and laughing. I kept seeing “dot coRN BOOOOOM!!!”
With her post I realized I’ve had a couple of these instances. The other was in church during Christmas mass, I saw my (now ex) mother-in-law wearing a sweater with a Santa in a row boat. Yes, a Santa in a rowboat…and my ex-husband leaning over and saying “Row Row Row Merry Christmas”. I had to leave the church.
And of course i am reminded of seeing it happen to my mother. She was so sad for so long after so many deaths. I didn’t realize how long I had not heard her laugh until one day while standing in the grocery line to check out, my brother said, I wonder if I wave my fingers over the scanner, if it’d read “chicken fingers”. My mom laughed and laughed and cried and went home and told us about it and continued to laugh and cry.
Here’s to corn, stupid sweaters, chicken fingers or whatever else that makes you start making the journey home…
And thanks to Allie Brosh for illustrating it so perfectly:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html
ha
c. 1960s: Alfred Hitchcock and children on a sleigh ride
from : Retronaut
are they happy…or screaming for dear life!!!
just kidding…
I almost can’t believe that in the recent past I loved someone so much. Thirteen years of my life were spent with one person…and now it’s like we never even were. A fading memory of another life.
I was reading this article on BrainPickings and I as I prepare to move to a new place I had a realization. I was packing my kitchen and noticed I could get rid of a cutting board…and I hesitated. This cutting board was a large part of my past life. Yeah, a damn cutting board. Meals were made on that thing…family meals, in a big home. Out of the photos, mementos and other things I have, a cutting board was what got me. No, there was no crying or comparisons to hearts and carving knives. I just hesitated for a sec and then put it in the Goodwill pile.
“In order to change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one’s mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use. I keep nothing to remind me of the passage of time, deterioration, loss, shriveling.”
-Anais Nin
