Photo by Jaqueline Shumate
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Cothes Pin Iconography Exhibition, which happened in Israel in 2006. I soooo missed the boat on this one.
By Arian Behzadi
Your greatest creation is always going to be your life story.
A friend posted something random on facebook late last night: “Understand the world we’re living in, love can mean anything.”
Thinking this must be a lyric to a song, I googled it and clicked on a link with no clear connection to her (or music) at all, which then lead me to the Flickr photostream of Piermario. Oh Hello. I stumbled upon a treasure of images by a random Italian speaking person who seems to love the ocean and the sky and signage and hearts and lines and blues, blues, blues. I fold into this depth of hue.
Lucky left turn, I guess. Yes, love can mean anything.
Orange gingham wrap makes me smile.
From Australian magazine, Papier Maché.
I too sometimes see color in the sky.
Gouache on Paper by Leo Bersamina
I used to have this ring years ago. I wore it until it literally broke off. Of course I bought it for myself loving that it had a heart tucked inside. I’ve since discovered that these rings are actually meant to be given to a friend as a friendship ring, or to a sweetheart, which makes perfect sense. It’s called a “Fede” ring which comes from the Italian phrase, “mani in fede,” hands joined in loyalty. The design dates back to medieval times and was popular in the Victorian period.
It’s the sweetest ring I have ever seen. Truly.
Sol Lewitt, 1985
Curiosity is a muscular exercise.
- Michael Wolff
I’ve been thinking about home a lot lately – I saw this teepee by Domestic Construction and was immediately attracted to it. The colors, textures, patterns warm my heart as well as any home I’ve ever had, reminding me that home truly is a concept. Read more about the teepee here.
“Competing among innovation helps raise the bar.”-TS
-------------------------------------------------- photo by Lynda Churilla
Our past is not something we can choose to leave behind. It guides our hands and sways our gaze, it is our blood and tears and bliss. Paint chip trails and ghost images are left behind in abandoned places, lived-in to death and to pieces. Every life leaves an imprint. Plants shoot out roots and break through foundations found under floorboards. You rub your eyes clear for the first time and see the war paint that has always been there, running rainforest colors across your cheeks. These past histories unearthed are not a thing that you’ve lost, but a veil sitting just behind your eyes, weaving, running, somewhere beyond the treeline.
These old faces are your faces and your hands have built things without permission. Every tiny effort feeds and is recycled… The universe is so large that all we can do is hold on and take care of one another.
Found in an old issue of apartamento that surfaced in my living room today. Text & art by Monica Canilao.
1988
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today. karel martens.
I saw these photos at Refinery29 and just had to repost! Aww Paris.
Photo by Elizabeth Ai
Photo by Terence Ziegler
This is sort of how i feel today this week.
John Beech
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Take a leisurely stroll through the Sit & Read website if you want to do something nice for yourself today.
Photos from Julia Madden
brooklns where i build my castls
Another thing of beauty…
aww middle school…
thank you pistachio press.
photo by Ian Cook
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do it.
This is my favorite time of year. Art. Book. Fair.
This year going to the fair confirmed two things for me: Kelly Bowman is great with color and paper and Brian Belott’s Wipe That Clock Off Your Face is still the best picture book ever made. Ever.
Loads of fun. Something for everyone.
Jess <3
What we see we become. Choose your seeing wisely.
Left Field Cards is official. Website’s up and they’re open for business!! I love baseball and I love printmaking so, to me, these cards are tops (albeit not Topps).
Fun letterpress-printed card for designer Jen Heuer, by Thomas Printers.
