Lemonade

Make an Exhibition of Yourself

http://www.cocciacostumier.co.uk/gallery/communityarts.html

Origami Tesselations

http://www.origamitessellations.com/

Richard Sweeny

www.richardsweeney.co.uk

http://annwood.net/blog/category/dioramas/

http://www.tonymatelli.com/tonymatelli.com/Tony_Matelli_2011-2010.html#8

http://www.michaelashkin.com/model.php?p=1.1.3.1

paper monsters

Howl's Moving Castle from Ben Millett on Vimeo.

tiny beautiful dream

God of Small Things from elo | meno | pe on Vimeo.

my body as a needle passing through the pedestrians' passing moments, weaving them into a tapestry

blurring the boundaries between aesthetics and transcendent experience 
http://blog.art21.org/2009/09/17/meet-the-season-5-artist-kimsooja/

Nina Zivkovic

This was my grade 10 monologue

Ingemar: I should have told her everything. Mama loved stories like that. It's not so bad if you think about it. It could have been worse. What about Laika, the space dog? They put her in a Sputnik, and sent her into space. They attached wires to her heart and her brain to see how she felt. I dont think she felt so good. She spun around there for five months until her doggy bag was empty. She starved to death.
It's important to have things to compare with. I think about that woman who went to Ethiopia to be a missionary...they beat her to death with clubs--right while she was preaching. You have to compare all the time.
I think about the guy who saw Tarzan in a movie and tried to swing on a high tension wire and fell dead on the spot. You should never think you're Tarzan. I should have told her everything while she still had her strength. Stories from life, Mom really loved those. She collects them. You have to have something to tell her. I like it when she laughs, then she puts her books down. The problem is she reads a lot. It's good to get her to think of something else.

It bothers me to think of that poor dog Laika. Terrible sending a dog in a spaceship without enough food. She had to do it for human progress, she didn't ask to go.
I think about the guy who tried for a world record in jumping buses with a motorcycle. He lined up 31 buses. If he'd left it at 30, maybe he would have survived. Imagine, missing the world record by one bus. The last one. He just touched it with his back wheel. I think about the guy who walked across the sports arena. He got a javelin right through the chest. He must have been very surprised.

In fact, I've been lucky compared to others. You have to compare so you can get a little distance on things. It's important to keep a certain distance.

"We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds."

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
— Pablo Neruda

Naomi Shihab Nye

the unicorn diaries

http://www.theunicorndiaries.com/

 

chrissie white

Two girls, blending themselves together like a magic potion, and then separating, one more powerful and one more gentle after the alchemy, neither afraid anymore.

“And that’s been it all along. She can’t stay. She can never stay. She does everything from arm’s length. Because she’s never allowed to keep those she loves. Never allowed to invest in always.”

Pillow talk

Yes.

http://www.theselby.com/

To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weighs you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.



{ellen bass; the thing is}

The Day Time Waited For Me

And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done. I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters written a hundred years too soon (too late). I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain. I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held. I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you. I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive. I wonder at loneliness. I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again. I wait. And I wonder.

pleasefindthis.com

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long course of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering." — St. Augustine

Sometimes I pretend we are timeless
And that only the moon, the wind and the oceans
Whom I have lived next to for so long
And still cannot quench my admiration for
Are the only thing still here
Still shinging, blowing and breathing
Onto a beach somewhere
Or into my bedroom
Where my dreams shall sleep forever
Under my pillow
And in my unexperienced heart
Drench the logics out
For I wish to live
Only with a sting in my heart
Where flowers shall grow
Every morning and every night
Before I am weakened
And put to sleep
In other arms.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/neilkrug/

http://www.sharesomecandy.com/workspaces.html

Fourteen-Nineteen.com

urban interventions. personal projects in public spaces
http://www.booooooom.com/2010/05/10/urban-interventions-gestalten-book/

http://www.diangy.com/filemanager/files/VIDEO/EIGHT%20-%20HP/HP_Gondry.mov

“ I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.
— Charles de Lint

In a Dream
by Patti Masterman
In a dream I shall feel
The wings of the world unfolding, and
Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys;
And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surface.

In the heart of the ears
I shall hear the shivering willows, dreaming their
Wood-smoke dreams, full of sap and funneled sunlight;
Pierced by light for a thousand years

And the flowers sleeping nestled in stars;
Gathered in the deep, among the wood-thrushes,
In coagulated violet forests, all shadowed and dark:
And a whispered peace barely rustles this world.


Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/in-a-dream/#ixzz0nXOvJrfU

“My insides don’t match up with my outsides.”
“Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?”
“I don’t know. I’m only me.”
“Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer

“The Velveteen Rabbit was about how little kids get one toy that they love more than all the others, and even when its fur has been rubbed off, and it’s gone saggy with bits missing, the little child still thinks it’s the most beautiful toy in the world, and can’t bear to be parted from it. That’s how it works, when people really love each other.”
— Helen Fielding

“ We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

http://www.annalewisjewellery.co.uk/

ALREADY

little people

http://little-people.blogspot.com/

http://www.erinjanenelson.com/

http://miapearlman.com/images.htm

then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... 
(American Beauty - 1999)

julia randall.

http://www.johncopeland.com/
look at "BOOKS"

Attempting to be Happy

SQUEAK CARNWATH. Attempting To Be Happy , 2000, Oil and alkyd on linen over panel, 70 x 70 in click this (yum): http://www.squeakcarnwath.com/art_paint_pmg.html

Mia Doi Todd "Open Your Heart" dir. Michel Gondry from Viewers Like You on Vimeo.

http://www.juanitacardenas.com/SKETCHBOOK_.html#7

I wanna go!
http://hammer.ucla.edu/newsblogs/?p=1266

Choir of Young Believers - Action/Reaction from jeff hamada on Vimeo.

Wild things fort contest:
http://weloveyouso.com/2009/10/the-final-fort-submissions/

Feeding off gusts of wind

http://www.strandbeest.com/