TANGLED ROOTS BY PHILLIPE FARAUT | 2008
Earthenware clay sculpture by Philippe Faraut, 2008. Click Images to Enlarge
Contemporary Art Week!
Contemporary Art Week!
Wings Not Meant To Fly
2012. Ink, Mixed Media, Collage on Canvas. 36 x 36”.
Salvador Dalí — The Eye of Time, 1949, platinum, rubies, and diamonds
"There are three things you must ask yourself before you say anything…"
Wisdom with a Scottish accent.
I just did this. Legit.
Clearly this is black magic at work here
been folding my shirts like this for so long that it feels weird to do it any other way
WHAT THE SHIT
I just did this for my mom and she screamed.
Watching Hannibal is like watching everyone in the show drive their own car that’s going 10 mph, so they have plenty of time to avoid collision and turn away, but instead they all end up running into each other and it’s a huge pile up and no one knows who to blame for this huge car crash and Hannibal is sitting on the sidewalk in a lawn chair drinking red wine and smirking to himself.
It’s a very sophisticated lawn chair.
Hannibal “Any chair you put on a lawn is technically a lawn chair” Lecter, everybody
this is hilarious on so many levels. like, first of all, you went out of your way to send me not one but two of these dumbass messages. secondly, my tumblr isn’t even a cyberpunk blog.
but to answer your question: cyberpunk may have been dead since 1990 or whatever, but ~my generation~ are a gazillion times more cyberpunk than any old-school Neuromancer fanboy could ever have dreamed. we live in a Google and Facebook-owned dystopian hellscape of police spy drones and PRISM, and have the ability to use Bitcoin to buy everything from hamburgers to hard drugs. a 13-year-old girl Snapchatting youtube clips of One Direction to her friends is probably more cyberpunk than the “real” cyberpunks of yesteryear. (and on a personal note, i’m an internet culture journalist. i think we can all agree that that’s a pretty cyberpunk job, so the joke’s on you, my friend.)
|—||Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery. (via alliterate)|
Ophelia Introduces Herself to the River
My name means slender sapling leaning closely
small brown rocks nestled in silt
air ascending inside oyster shells
goldenrod nodding by the water
My name means Tuesday tracing bone-colored reeds
willow leaves tasting echoes
water’s high C’s soaring beeward
water rising to furious moonlight
and you are sweetly doing nothing
My name means vengeance pays attention to the tides