I’m not sure if I ever replied to this?! I meant to. I think i tried to. My apologies if not. (Not sure how tumblr is sometimes so befuddling to me—makes me feel very old and non-tech-savvy.) I think I’m missing part of your message, too. Is that my fault? Did I somehow delete it? Mergh!
At any rate: thanks for the lovely note and you’re no “bother” at all00I love hearing from readers. I’m assuming what you were asking (in the missing portion of the above message) is something about where Cam might be “now?” Was that it? Is she happy and healthy and well? Let me just answer all with a yes. Yes, Cam’s well. (And maybe someday—maybe—I’ll publish some of her continuing adventures post-Quake Lake. We’ll see, we’ll see…)
Thanks for writing!
Sculptures as Optical Illustions by Igor Eskinja
We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why.
David Laferriere has been drawing illustrations on his children’s sandwich bags since 2008 and photographs almost every single one which can be viewed here on flickr .
Spot in Vöcklabruck by Westpol architects.
Westpol architects created this wonderfully picturesque spot in Vöcklabruck, Austria where visitors are able to sit in the middle of a pond without getting wet. The scenic landscape includes a path leading down to a hollowed out circular area where people can take a seat and relax amongst nature. It’s a surreal journey along the gradual ramp to the observational platform as the water level gains height either side. Once in the resting area, depending on perspective, visitors seem like they’re wading in the lake without a drop of water on them.
What the what!?
A very particular kind of pleasure, born under the domain of tone. The tone tells me in some deep unconscious way how to build the cadence of the sentence and the kinds of words to use. Also, the writing has got to have this kind of energy where I think I’m onto something and I’ve figured out a track in the language to keep me onto that thing. Is there a divide between the author’s and the reader’s pleasure? I’m keen on a type of writing where I can feel the pleasure of the author. It’s about the authors’ lightly handled awareness that they are, at least for a moment, doing something. Breaking through, somehow.
Diet Weigman’s killer sculptures that project referencial shadows to pop and art historical icons.
The flowering trees of Providence have been especially lush this spring, and therefore so has the petal confetti they produce. It’s gathered in gutters and crevices like something flung along a parade route. It’s fantastic.
I love how this makes more sense than doing 15 minutes of argumentative Trans 101 with an adult.
Whats this from?Apparently this is from Shameless
Cubeworks - Falling Apart (2012) - 420 Rubik’s cubes
PERFECT
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