Celebrating Sorrow / celebrating Touch
'a common Sense'
Ann Hamilton is someone I just happened to read about through a friend's posting and wow am I happy I did. To think that there could be many a missed opportunity for discovering such tremendous accomplishments in the artworld brings a certain sorrow. But mixed with the unquenchable desire to applause this woman for her latest display in Seattle, a sadness is noted as I will not be there to witness her collection...truly inspired!
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/ann-hamilton-fills-the-henry-with-scans-of-dead-animals/Content?oid=20807897
http://seattletimes.com/html/thearts/2024845823_annhamiltonreviewxml.html
http://hyperallergic.com/156406/ann-hamiltons-distorted-scans-of-natural-history/
Ann Hamilton is someone I just happened to read about through a friend's posting and wow am I happy I did. To think that there could be many a missed opportunity for discovering such tremendous accomplishments in the artworld brings a certain sorrow. But mixed with the unquenchable desire to applause this woman for her latest display in Seattle, a sadness is noted as I will not be there to witness her collection...truly inspired!
what is really (dare I say) 'touching' is the involvement of the volunteers and visitors to read to and 'comfort' these morbid beings. I can imagine this as a condoling celebration. Something that seems more personally meditative than achieving much else but giving an extra level of experience than simply viewing with the eyes. Hamilton's invitation for us to be involved(I feel) gives comfort and honours those she displays. (my new hero!)
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/ann-hamilton-fills-the-henry-with-scans-of-dead-animals/Content?oid=20807897
http://seattletimes.com/html/thearts/2024845823_annhamiltonreviewxml.html
http://hyperallergic.com/156406/ann-hamiltons-distorted-scans-of-natural-history/
portraits and waves
portraits...
the process seems for me to be one of constant getting there and losing it and refinding it and refining it. considering the person, what you want to show and capture is an interesting head space to be in
seeing the ways others achieve this is quite moving. Thank you Aneta Ivanova
the process seems for me to be one of constant getting there and losing it and refinding it and refining it. considering the person, what you want to show and capture is an interesting head space to be in
seeing the ways others achieve this is quite moving. Thank you Aneta Ivanova
Melon wards off collie
A satisfying croissant for mid-morning accompanied by quite the tasty coffee put my appetite off kilter come noon.
On my lunch break I ventured out for fruit...Redfern showed me its funny personality, its oddness and its colour. Coffee shop & sushi place, tea cafe & soup resort, designers with a chip & edge but no go with the fruit.
Until, this look from a guy with a 'tache, a tache for fun, a tache for mon, a moustache, a-could-have-been a mistake, but no, a look from him set me on the path. A smile, a suggestion, my fruit was found. Sought fruit. Colours & smells & possibilities...i chose an apple.
Melon? maybe melon for much later.
A joyous day, learning from an informed man, who likes to joke & share some gruesome anecdotes.
Then a surprising new aquaintance, not so quaint but quite lovely, and brief. Followed by another buddy...then home, then work. The joy, the process, the pressure. The outsider. It comes to distract. It comes to inform. It comes to remind, highlight & confirm.
It saddens me. But then again, my eyes are sleepy...and I find...my melon.
On my lunch break I ventured out for fruit...Redfern showed me its funny personality, its oddness and its colour. Coffee shop & sushi place, tea cafe & soup resort, designers with a chip & edge but no go with the fruit.
Until, this look from a guy with a 'tache, a tache for fun, a tache for mon, a moustache, a-could-have-been a mistake, but no, a look from him set me on the path. A smile, a suggestion, my fruit was found. Sought fruit. Colours & smells & possibilities...i chose an apple.
Melon? maybe melon for much later.
A joyous day, learning from an informed man, who likes to joke & share some gruesome anecdotes.
Then a surprising new aquaintance, not so quaint but quite lovely, and brief. Followed by another buddy...then home, then work. The joy, the process, the pressure. The outsider. It comes to distract. It comes to inform. It comes to remind, highlight & confirm.
It saddens me. But then again, my eyes are sleepy...and I find...my melon.
Also,
this!...I have known I want to go to Japan for a while
...now I know why, more
Hitachi Seaside Park is a sprawling 470 acre park located in Hitachinaka, Ibaraki, Japan, that features vast flower gardens
including millions of daffodils, 170 varieties of tulips, and an
estimated 4.5 million baby blue eyes (Nemophila). The sea on blue
flowers blooms once annually around April in an event referred to as the
“Nemophila Harmony.” (Colossal)
including millions of daffodils, 170 varieties of tulips, and an
estimated 4.5 million baby blue eyes (Nemophila). The sea on blue
flowers blooms once annually around April in an event referred to as the
“Nemophila Harmony.” (Colossal)
Yink
I imagine us talking in tongue...
Today's delightful finding
This one,
I think,
is called a Yink.
He likes to wink,
he likes to drink.
He likes to drink, and drink, and drink.
The thing he likes to drink
is ink.
The ink he likes to drink is pink.
He likes to wink and drink pink ink.
So...
if you have a lot of ink, then you should get
a Yink, I think
I am going to have to go back to the library to take a pic of what was on display in the foyer
I am not usually a fan of pink...but there they had it and i did not link it!
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