My sister’s thesis installation with beautiful dancing words…
I’m so ashamed and disappointed I didn’t get to see this in person.

A typographic installation, “Finn/Wake” reconstructs a night-dream series text from James Joyce’s novel: Finnegans Wake. Where Ulysses was a book of the day, Finnegans Wake is a book of the night or “nought-time.” Joyce purposely obscures what our eyes can(not) see by blurring over 17 different languages. Within this installation text is freed from the page and given a physical shape. Painted as a night-time landscape where language and vision are never fully discernible, the viewer experiences a moment of Joyce’s word play, outside of the page reading black text on a black background. Exhibited in the University of Michigan Warren Robbins Gallery, March 2008. Materials: masonite, wood, paper, mounted with insect needles.

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He wakes at 6:15 every morning. He makes breakfast for his family, takes Ella to school at 7:20 and is in the studio by 8. At 1 o’clock, he crosses the garden from the studio back to the house. The grass in the garden is uncut. Richter proudly points this out, to show that even it is a matter of his choosing, not by chance. At 1 o’clock, he eats lunch in the dining room, alone. A housekeeper lays out the same meal for him each day: yogurt, tomatoes, bread, olive oil and chamomile tea.

After lunch, Richter returns to his studio to work into the evening. ‘‘I have always been structured,’‘ he explains. ‘‘What has changed is the proportions. Now it is eight hours of paperwork and one of painting.’‘ He claims to waste time — on the house, the garden — although this is hard to believe. ‘‘I go to the studio every day, but I don’t paint every day. I love playing with my architectural models. I love making plans. I could spend my life arranging things. Weeks go by, and I don’t paint until finally I can’t stand it any longer. I get fed up. I almost don’t want to talk about it, because I don’t want to become self-conscious about it, but perhaps I create these little crises as a kind of a secret strategy to push myself. It is a danger to wait around for an idea to occur to you. You have to find the idea.’‘ As he talks, I notice a single drop of paint on the floor beneath one of his abstract pictures, the only thing out of place in the studio.

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image source: gerhard-richter.com

These are beautiful.

These make me smile.
(I like the bird scene in The Seed, it actually made me laugh.)

The Seed from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.
source: dearada

Shelly from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.

Me:
“Crucial point one day becomes a crime.”

Winter:
Despite being so cold and ever-lasting, it can be very beautiful. Especially knowing that once you’re close to the end, there lies the prospect of new life and change.

Today:
Torn.
I can find the beauty in something that offers the feeling of the-surreal yet I hesitate if it is so cold and unfeeling.

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When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am – I’m only sleeping

Everybody seems to think I’m lazy
I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there’s no need (there’s no need)

Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling…

Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away
And after all I’m only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am – I’m only sleeping

If you are coming to my site inquiring for a ffffound invite…
I am sorry:

source: yours truly

I had an old post for Zeha Berlin Boots that I ordered from Lark, a store based in Vancouver, British Columbia.
First off let me just say, sometimes… I can be an idiot. When I ordered these boots from Lark I had no idea what my size was and instead of inquiring with the store, I was overly excited and ended up ordering a pair of boots that were definitely beautiful, but way too big. Thankfully Veronika at Lark, was not only incredibly helpful, but so kind through the whole return process. She gave me some options for different boots that were in my size or another option… I could wait ‘til Spring when the store would have different Zeha styles and colors. Not set on the options at hand, I said I would wait.
And here they are (pictures below), I cant wait to wear them!
(One more note of kindness… Veronkia even shipped my new boots for free!)









source: Lark on Flickr
via: Lark.me

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