Posts tagged "artwork"

staceythinx:

Theories of Everything by Dayna Thacker

Thacker on her work:

John Muir wrote, “When we try to pick out anything by itself we find that it is bound fast by a thousand invisible cords that cannot be broken, to everything in the universe.”

This body of work takes inspiration from the “thousand invisible cords” of modern string theory, ancient Islamic sacred geometry, and the principles of ecology. These complex areas of study have several overlapping concerns: the harmony of relationships; the correlation between the very large and infinitely small; symmetry; repetition; beauty; an appreciation for the elegance of a perfectly balanced system; and the extreme interconnection of everything.

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absolumentmoderne:

Nice…
‘Red, Yellow and Blue,’ a work by artist Orly Genger, is installed in Madison Square Park on Tuesday. The work features 1.4 million feet of repurposed nautical rope collected from the Eastern seaboard, covered in paint and weighing over 100,000 pounds. (Andrew Hinderaker for The Wall Street Journal)

absolumentmoderne:

Nice…

‘Red, Yellow and Blue,’ a work by artist Orly Genger, is installed in Madison Square Park on Tuesday. The work features 1.4 million feet of repurposed nautical rope collected from the Eastern seaboard, covered in paint and weighing over 100,000 pounds. (Andrew Hinderaker for The Wall Street Journal)

worldexperience:

Tae Takegami

My blog these days is basically the Etsy Tumblr and my weird musical moods

worldexperience:

Tae Takegami

My blog these days is basically the Etsy Tumblr and my weird musical moods

(via etsy)

staceythinx:

Biologically inspired work by Shoshanah Dubiner

If I had the talent maybe this would be my dream gig.

etsy:

There’s always tomorrow. Tomorrow Typography Poster by posterguy.

I adore the Etsy blog.

etsy:

There’s always tomorrow. Tomorrow Typography Poster by posterguy.

I adore the Etsy blog.

spaceandstuffidk:

tentaclesandteacups:

pardalote:

Jupiter embroidery - done! My own design, loosely based on a series of photos by NASA showing the Great Red Spot devouring nearby little spots :-) Chain stitch in cotton, silk and specialty threads.

Such perfect chain stitching! ♥

Oh my word.

Give me.

I’d pay top dolla for a big floor rug.

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likeafieldmouse:

Jonathan Fuller - No. 35 (2011) - Seaglass and wood

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thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

Everyone must read Lewis Hyde’s The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property. (Although it seems the subtitle has been recently white-washed?) Hyde makes effort to parse the difference between giving and selling (not quite as obvious as it appears). Our loyalty to reciprocity is profoundly linked to capitalism, supply and demand. He suggests the highest gift is that of the incarnate spirit. This is not a religious book, but I couldn’t resist the association to Eucharist—“Take, eat; this is my body.” Generosity is spiritual made corporeal. Inverse sublimation. The bread and the body are strange citations, for they speak of the physical, the practical, defying cosmology. The definitive gift is of oneself, the gift of one’s time, the gift of one’s body. A mother gives her breast to the child. Lovers give the intimacy of their bodies to each other.

A loan expects recompense, with interest. But a gift seeks nothing in return. How does this relate to art and eroticism? Eros, literally: “creative, sexual yearning, love, or desire.” In psychiatry: “The sum of all instincts for self-preservation.” To make art is to make love. The creative impulse may be a simulation of the procreative one. The product of our creative labors (the art object) is an artificial representation of the product of our procreative labors: that of progeny (the ultimate act of self-preservation). “I believe the children are our future…” and other poems.


To objectify art is to measure its commercial value and squander its transcendental powers of benevolence. Reciprocity demeans art; or, rather, it functions to incarcerate its powers, to judge it for its charity. Like putting Mother Theresa on trial, or in prison, for the crime of compassion. On the contrary, perfect art, as a perfect gift (without ulterior motive, without gain, without compensation) courageously gives itself over to the world asking nothing in return.
Do I engage with my work as a father cultivates his child, with loving-kindness, with fierce enrichment, with awe and wonder, with unconditional love, with absolute sacrifice? I make this my impossible objective.

Things that make me stroke my nonexistent beard.

thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

Everyone must read Lewis Hyde’s The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property. (Although it seems the subtitle has been recently white-washed?) Hyde makes effort to parse the difference between giving and selling (not quite as obvious as it appears). Our loyalty to reciprocity is profoundly linked to capitalism, supply and demand. He suggests the highest gift is that of the incarnate spirit. This is not a religious book, but I couldn’t resist the association to Eucharist—“Take, eat; this is my body.” Generosity is spiritual made corporeal. Inverse sublimation. The bread and the body are strange citations, for they speak of the physical, the practical, defying cosmology. The definitive gift is of oneself, the gift of one’s time, the gift of one’s body. A mother gives her breast to the child. Lovers give the intimacy of their bodies to each other.

A loan expects recompense, with interest. But a gift seeks nothing in return. How does this relate to art and eroticism? Eros, literally: “creative, sexual yearning, love, or desire.” In psychiatry: “The sum of all instincts for self-preservation.” To make art is to make love. The creative impulse may be a simulation of the procreative one. The product of our creative labors (the art object) is an artificial representation of the product of our procreative labors: that of progeny (the ultimate act of self-preservation). “I believe the children are our future…” and other poems.

To objectify art is to measure its commercial value and squander its transcendental powers of benevolence. Reciprocity demeans art; or, rather, it functions to incarcerate its powers, to judge it for its charity. Like putting Mother Theresa on trial, or in prison, for the crime of compassion. On the contrary, perfect art, as a perfect gift (without ulterior motive, without gain, without compensation) courageously gives itself over to the world asking nothing in return.

Do I engage with my work as a father cultivates his child, with loving-kindness, with fierce enrichment, with awe and wonder, with unconditional love, with absolute sacrifice? I make this my impossible objective.

Things that make me stroke my nonexistent beard.

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