5000 guitar picks form Jimi Hendrix’s face. Brilliant.
(Thx Alysha!)
Books are now artwork.
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I was saying to someone recently with the demise of physical media, surely along side that goes the demise of the furniture we’ve needed to store it.
Call me overly optimistic, but I feel like it is a fantastic opportunity for installation art and sculpture to make a long overdue return to our homes instead of existing solely within galleries. There will be a reclaiming of domestic space in the coming years, and a small revolution in how we choose to take it up.
I said in a recent interview (it’s coming out shortly I promise) that the day is coming when we won’t need to have conversations regarding, what I called at the time “the innovator and the also-ran”. Content, be it a song, a news item, a wooden pinhole camera, as long as it is unique, will find a place to exist and be appreciated.
I have no desire to get into this sort of photography. But in a world where it is even possible for this kind of thing to exist, like Winston Smith acquiring a diary and a pen in the first place, it speaks to a better tomorrow.
I changed my mind.
I want one.
All you need is…
(via lostinher)
Loud Sing the Hours of Eden by Joe Sorren
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I’ve adored this image ever since I first came across it in Melbourne’s Outre Gallery. the boy with his brush and easel, the girl at the typewriter, each lost in their own story, both somehow expressing the same thing. I really can’t get enough.
