Canon Pixma: Bringing colour to life from Dentsu London on Vimeo.
Hold your mouse over the picture for artist names, and enjoy-
(yes, that person has been painted on)
Which rabbit hole to choose from?
Cool photography and such: http://indiansummer1992.tumblr.com/
Best art and culture magazine/website:
Distraction:
The thing about paradise
is that it can only last
so long.
People always wake up
from dreams, after all.
That’s why I’m anxious, you see,
because I am in paradise now-
I’ve never really liked the concept of time, anyway.
I don’t have an alternative solution to the system of days, hours, minutes and so on, but it’s always been of conflict to my current fantasy. Lack of time, trying to be on time, and the like, are incessantly limiting what I can or cannot experience. For some of you this might mean your alarm clock staring at you in the face, telling you not to sleep anymore, subliminally being your mother. Others might see it 
as determining how long a lunch break could be, whether or not they have time to get a decent mark on an assignment, or whether or not one has the time to wander a bit off track. Time dictates which potentials are taken advantage of, and which opportunities we cannot take. After all, no one really has all the time in the world,
how would you even get a hold of it?
The chase for “enough time” binds us more than any physical constraint, any obstacle, because it never lets us catch it.
The present is always coming, always going, but never staying.
The point is, I can’t have clocks in my room anymore. They stare at me and give me information I do not want to know. Clocks tell me to leave, to stay, to work, to sleep, to wake up. I do my best to avoid them,
and I am often late.
Meet Chihuly and his Seaform Pavillion.
"I love to go to the ocean and walk along the beach. Glass is so much like water. If you let it go on its own, it almost ends up looking like something that came from the sea."
Now it’s my turn:
These here are some of my new creations. I’ve been having fun with it, how crunchy does that grape look?!
This is all made with my own glass art and lame photography skills.
There is plenty more where this came from, so please feel free to comment if you dig it!
Just soarin’…
And while you’re up, I’d highly recommend getting your dubstep here:
You’d be silly not to download the Gaslamp Killer/Flying Lotus mix:
http://www.mediafire.com/?14cv9911cva99g3
And music for daydreaming:
http://www.mediafire.com/?1qzvw040suzbvsz
Now time to melt…
One time in Out-of-the-Box club, I did a presentation on treehouses.
Despite being in Montreal, today actually felt like tropical weather, like this dream treehouse destination.
It was 3 degrees Celsius.
Regardless, I find the weather makes it more beautiful here, as if these buildings were built to look their best while coated in snow.
Icicles are like free embellishments,
and castles
are just flippin cool
to gaze at
when you’re walking to class,
and it’s –15.
Welcome to the hood.
As I have been pondering much about opposition and categorization lately, I’m beginning to think that maybe I am in a personal transition in many aspects, hence my overall feeling of neither this nor that. I am not child, I am not adult. This reality was presented ironically in an article which discussed the ritual processes that take place during rites of passage.
Since society divides lines between social categories, the period between two opposing categories does not follow any of the “normal” social tendencies of either group. The liminal period is free from the structure of the other states- whereas a man is expected of so many things, and a child is expected of so many things, the transitional person (neophyte) has no expectations- “They are at once no longer classified and not yet classified…Since neophytes are not only structurally ‘invisible’ (though physically visible)…they are very commonly secluded, partially or completely, from the realm of culturally defined and ordered states and statuses” (Turner 237).
In many ways, this type of in-between is what college is all about. Hide the adolescents who are mature enough to be away from their parents but not mature enough to live on their own as productive members of society. We live by few of the rules that adults must live by- whilst the law is still valid to all, we are still not expected to limit our partying, clean up our messes, or be remotely responsible for anything but our studies. At the same time, if we act like children, we will have consequences. These consequences are still enforced by a social hierarchy, namely, the professors and institutions we are a part of: “It is a structure of a very simple kind: between instructors and neophytes there is often complete submission; among neophytes there is often complete equality.”
Unlike other stages of our lives, such as high school and one day when we will compete in the workplace, all of us are socially equals in university. There is no social ranking; we are all here, all in an ambiguous phase, without anything to base a ranking off of: “they have no status, property, insignia, rank, kinship position…nothing to demarcate them structurally from their fellows”. We are taken away from our homes which might show our “fellows” our economic status, we are all given the same lifestyle in dorms or apartments, and without much money to spend. We are therefore at the most level playing field as far as competition goes, with boundless opportunity ahead of us to get ahead in the world.
The rites of passage that this article deals with are mostly of indigenous sort; Turner emphasizes religious ceremonies and body paint and chants and all that good stuff. However, seeing as we’re all human, these arguments apply to all-
“Undoing, dissolution, decomposition are accompanied by processes of growth, transformation, and the reformulation of old elements in new patterns.”
Yup.
By the by, all of these bright colorful pieces (above and below) are created by Jen Stark, and made solely out of paper. Whoa is right.
Esta foto es para tí, Hana. Ella es de Chile…¡que chulo!
(We are all one?)
Michael Page
Un Mundo Distraído
A Distracted World
(Insert French translation here. Currently avoiding the language, which, let me tell you, has been impossible.)
Welcome to my thinking space.
You know it’s important when it’s hanging on my bulletin board. Metro tickets, pictures of Chicago, a letter from my pen pal, 3D glasses, an old lift ticket, pictures of the beach, an Alice and Wonderland sketch that depicts her being very late, and artwork done by those who I consider closest.
Anyway, here I’ve been doing a lot of contemplating. This topic was partially sparked by my Anthropology of Meaning class, but lately I’ve been thinking immensely about how we express ourselves through language. It is similar to expressing yourself through art, however, unlike pictures, words already carry definitions before we receive them. We already have a predisposed understanding of words due to the dictionary and our experiences. In art, on the other hand, no one and no thing is telling us what it means- only perspective dictates what we gain through looking at it.
Although we all receive the same dictionary definition, words still carry different meanings for each person. For instance, your right could be my wrong, and what you consider bad, I consider good. When we realize that there is no distinction between you and me, these categories fade, leaving us with only one category- life as a whole- that we all take part in, no matter what angle we perceive it from.
This concept is what I have called “technicolor”. It’s a mindset. Technicolor is a place where there is no black or white, right or wrong, good or bad. Opposition does not exist. There is no straight, no gay, no real and no imaginary. In technicolor, life just flows, freely, without regards to the categories we feel like we need to live. Why must things be organized into either this or that, success or failure? Meanings become lost; where fuzzy emotions lie, many people feel the need to put words to it, to define it. But while we are defining it we are concurrently taking away its authentic meaning- like trying to put a picture frame around clouds, around a river, around anything that cannot be contained.
For this reason, language depicts our reality and shapes our world, sometimes manipulating it from true reality. At the same time, through metaphors and our infinite strife to explain our lives, we create ideas that would not come into being without the words existing first. These ideas are what communication and relationships are made of, and luckily, I find that art and our physical bodies can make up for many things we cannot express accurately with predefined words. Art and body language play a big role in living in technicolor.
Featured Artists: Rafi Talby (if you see this, I love you) and Rafal Oblinsky
It would be so beautiful to sail on clouds, and there would never be a shortage of wind,
but the Engineering students told me it’s impossible.
Yeah, well, maybe in their sense of the word.
(Impossible is impossible for Vladmir Kush)
Nature’s art.
Keeping warm.
“As a child the world will shape our language, as an adult our language expression will shape our world.”
~my friend Sao
My new blogging adventure:
When I was 7, I lost my tadpole.
I’m just as clueless how it happened as you are.
I woke up and it was gone.
