Showing posts with label interconnectedness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interconnectedness. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Céleste Boursier-Mougenot//Barbican Centre, London
Trained as a musician and composer, French artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot creates works by drawing on the rhythms of daily life to produce sound in unexpected ways. His installation for The Curve will take the form of a walk-though aviary for a flock of zebra finches, furnished with electric guitars and other instruments and objects. As the birds go about their routine activities, perching on or feeding from the various pieces of equipment, they create a captivating, live soundscape. more about the venue, here...
Thursday, December 1, 2011
LB//AnInsomniacDreams//WhatDoesItMean?
So I had a dream last night...
You, M and I were eating Indian food that we had to microwave in one of about 30 machines in this cafeteria-like room. We were sitting dead-center in the middle of the food, and you and M were discussing how delicious the food was and that you loved the irony of this place, and I was grossed out. I couldn't figure out where O was and then I saw him sitting in a booth in the far corner. He looked mad and I knew I was in trouble for something, but instead of going to talk to him I started and impromptu dance party on the tables... this went on for some time to hits like Sweet Child O' Mine, Our Lips are Sealed, and Material Girl. We had decided to leave when two flamboyantly gay men came running in, handed me a half-eaten load of bread and shrieked, "CONGRATULATIONS!" while hugging and jumping up and down, and then they handed me their keys and asked me to watch their house while they were in Greece.
This occurred during the only 40 minutes of sleep I got last night.
Thoughts?
Visitors of LeMeowLeMew, please feel free to post your thoughts on what this dream might actually mean... the floor is open
You, M and I were eating Indian food that we had to microwave in one of about 30 machines in this cafeteria-like room. We were sitting dead-center in the middle of the food, and you and M were discussing how delicious the food was and that you loved the irony of this place, and I was grossed out. I couldn't figure out where O was and then I saw him sitting in a booth in the far corner. He looked mad and I knew I was in trouble for something, but instead of going to talk to him I started and impromptu dance party on the tables... this went on for some time to hits like Sweet Child O' Mine, Our Lips are Sealed, and Material Girl. We had decided to leave when two flamboyantly gay men came running in, handed me a half-eaten load of bread and shrieked, "CONGRATULATIONS!" while hugging and jumping up and down, and then they handed me their keys and asked me to watch their house while they were in Greece.
This occurred during the only 40 minutes of sleep I got last night.
Thoughts?
Visitors of LeMeowLeMew, please feel free to post your thoughts on what this dream might actually mean... the floor is open
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
NaomiShihabNye//SoMuchHappiness
it is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness
with sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
when the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
but happiness floats.
it doesn't need you to hold it down.
it doesn't need anything.
happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
you are happy either way.
even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records...
since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. you are not responsible.
you take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share it,
and in that way, be known.
with sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
when the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
but happiness floats.
it doesn't need you to hold it down.
it doesn't need anything.
happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
you are happy either way.
even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records...
since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. you are not responsible.
you take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share it,
and in that way, be known.
Monday, November 7, 2011
ThisIsHowILoveYou
1. i've discovered that the best nuzzle spot in the world resides on either side of your face, in your beard/ear/neck region.
2. your innate smell has the power to stop me dead in my tracks - instantly turning me on, and soothing and comforting me all at the same time.
3. you take the time to explore the hard questions. and are not afraid of the answers.
4. you take pleasure in all the details of life.
5. your mind fascinates me! you are a complex mix of art, science, humanity, intuition, zen... a neverending source of amazement.
6. you see right into my soul and i no longer have any reasons to hide.
7. you give me the love and interconnectedness that i have beeing searching for my entire life.
8. you offer me the entire world and encourage/challenge me to dream and stretch my self-imposed limits of mind/body/soul.
9. you care to indulge in the luxuries of life...
10. you seek to know me in the ways that no one else has ever known me.
You are my all-time favorite everything - lover, best friend, partner in crime - partner in life!
2. your innate smell has the power to stop me dead in my tracks - instantly turning me on, and soothing and comforting me all at the same time.
3. you take the time to explore the hard questions. and are not afraid of the answers.
4. you take pleasure in all the details of life.
5. your mind fascinates me! you are a complex mix of art, science, humanity, intuition, zen... a neverending source of amazement.
6. you see right into my soul and i no longer have any reasons to hide.
7. you give me the love and interconnectedness that i have beeing searching for my entire life.
8. you offer me the entire world and encourage/challenge me to dream and stretch my self-imposed limits of mind/body/soul.
9. you care to indulge in the luxuries of life...
10. you seek to know me in the ways that no one else has ever known me.
You are my all-time favorite everything - lover, best friend, partner in crime - partner in life!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
MoreRE//ArabianOryx
The antelope made famous in Arabian poetry and its associations with the unicorn legend had been hunted to near extinction. But over the past three decades, it has staged a remarkable comeback through a program that got its start in the Arizona desert and has flourished under the efforts of several Arabian Gulf countries.
Today, the Arabian oryx can once again be seen in settings reminiscent of the bible, grazing and cavorting in the deserts of the Middle East, showing off the thin, graceful horns that underlie the unicorn legend. Seen from a certain angle, the two horns can resemble just one, and often their fragility leads to break off, and indeed, just one. More here, Huffington Post
Today, the Arabian oryx can once again be seen in settings reminiscent of the bible, grazing and cavorting in the deserts of the Middle East, showing off the thin, graceful horns that underlie the unicorn legend. Seen from a certain angle, the two horns can resemble just one, and often their fragility leads to break off, and indeed, just one. More here, Huffington Post
MaryOliver//WildGeese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
LisaZaran//Girl
She said she collects pieces of sky,
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
around her fingers, my chorus of wives,
she calls them. Every day she reads poetry
from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park, she smiles at passing strangers,
yet cannot seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand
placed gently across her fevered brow, said
she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe
that she too is going somewhere. Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air, where no arms
outstretch to catch her.
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
around her fingers, my chorus of wives,
she calls them. Every day she reads poetry
from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park, she smiles at passing strangers,
yet cannot seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand
placed gently across her fevered brow, said
she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe
that she too is going somewhere. Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air, where no arms
outstretch to catch her.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
SusanDerges//Azure
using the night as her darkroom, and the river or ocean as her transparency, Derges created extraordinary images by submerging positive photographic paper beneath the surface of the water.
a milliseconds flash of brilliant likght, controlled by the artist, fixed a brief moment in the waters constant ebb and flow onto the paper.
more here...
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
LanaSutra/ErikRavelo/Benetton
Lana Sutra is a series of 15 installations created by Cuban artisit, Erik Ravelo, in connection with United Colours of Benetton. Conceived as a homage to love, dedicated to the desire for an equal and sharing society.
Provocatively and artistically, Erik Ravelo decides to show us the two points where the entities meet, where the colours merge into one another.The intersection of differences creates one shared point, new colour, binding emotion and moment.
"I believe that Lana Sutra really talks about coexistance, about living together. It is about interaction among cultures and people of different races and faiths. It's an ode; a homage to hybridization... " Erik Ravelo
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