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Varanasi is the epicenter of Hinduism, its Holy City, its Rome or Mecca. In his series, Holy Men: Varanasi , India, Joey L finds these wonderfully expressive faces of holy men, women and boys in his gorgeous portraits.
Anamorposis is an illusion where a specific vantage point is needed for the image to come together. French artist Bernard Pras has made an art of assemblage. This, his latest piece, is a portrait of Malian actor Sotigui Kouyaté.
You can see it is composed of clothes, paint, wood, rubber, and other objects scraped together.
It's only when seen through his camera that the portrait comes together.
We've seen these before, but there are a ton new portraits.
Artist, Steve Payne's statement from his blog replaceface.tumblr.com:
"George Dawe was an English portrait artist who painted 329 portraits of Russian generals active during Napoleon's invasion of Russia for the Military Gallery of the Winter Palace, Saint Petersburg, Russia. I'm using digital copies of these paintings as a basis for my own work which involves incorporating celebrities into the paintings using photoshop."
This accurate model of the surface of the moon around where the Apollo 11 LEM module touched down make for one of the most gorgeous furniture pieces around.
APOLLO 11 / Table
85 cm x 85 cm x 50 cm.
Fiber glass / Epoxy Resin.
Gloss varnish finish.
Cupro-Aluminium alloy / Steel.
Numbered models / Limited edition of 8 + 4 Ap.
From the project at Harow:
"Digital files from the NASA archives were needed in order to recreate the topology of real surfaces of the Moon, which constitute an artistic and poetic landscape. The craters are sculpted on a fibreglass slab and covered with a layer of resin, the transparency of which allows shadows to play over the lunar surface. The physico-chemical, dynamic, and thermal properties of this resin require a regular delay between each layer for perfect polymerisation, and the creation of the slab demands a confined and sterile environment. The feet, a contemporary representation of those of the LEM module, require precision manufacturing. Each piece is sculpted to the micro-millimetre, delicately and directly from the block, which is composed of a brass and aluminium alloy."
This gorgeous print can be yours for about $45 (35£) from DOROTHY in the UK.
"A history of hip-hop mapped out to the circuit diagram of a classic turntable.
Our Hip-Hop Love Blueprint celebrates over 700 MCs, DJs, producers, turntablists, musicians, graffiti artists, b-boys and b-girls who (in our opinion) have been pivotal to the evolution of hip-hop, from pioneers such as DJ Kool Herc and Grandmaster Flash to present day chart success stories Kendrick Lamar and Drake, and global superstars Jay-Z and Kanye West."
Abandoned in early 2013, the former home of the Detroit Lions now is an enormous urban ruin. Photographer Johnny Joo brings us these incredible images.
These translation in the Sagas of the Icelanders from a thousand years ago, from the Vineland Sagas, The Prose Edda and the Poetry Edda, give us today access to a rich world often obscured to us.
The publication of these volumes is a reminder that the Icelandic Sagas can hold their own with the literature of the Mediterranean." ---Seamus Heaney, Nobel Laureate, 1995
The White Fires of Venus
We mourn this senseless planet of regret,
droughts, rust, rain, cadavers
that can't tell us, but I promise
you one day the white fires
of Venus shall rage: the dead,
feeling that power, shall be lifted, and each
of us will have his resurrected one to tell him,
"Greetings. You will recover
or die. The simple cure
for everything is to destroy
all the stethoscopes that will transmit
silence occasionally. The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully,
now that already
it pierces the heart.
Living one: you move among many
dancers and don't know which
you are the shadow of;
you want to kiss your own face in the mirror
but do not approach,
knowing you must not touch one
like that. Living
one, while Venus flares
O set the cereal afire,
O the refrigerator harboring things
that live on into death unchanged."
They know all about us on Andromeda,
they peek at us, they see us
in this world illumined and pasteled
phonily like a bus station,
they are with us when the streets fall down fraught
with laundromats and each of us
closes himself in his small
San Francisco without recourse.
They see you with your face of fingerprints
carrying your instructions in gloved hands
trying to touch things, and know you
for one despairing, trying to touch the curtains,
trying to get your reflection mired in alarm tape
past the window of this then that dark
closed business establishment.
The Andromedans hear your voice like distant amusement park music
converged on by ambulance sirens
and they understand everything.
They're on your side. They forgive you.
I want to turn for a moment to those my heart loves,
who are as diamonds to the Andromedans,
who shimmer for them, lovely and useless, like diamonds:
namely, those who take their meals at soda fountains,
their expressions lodged among the drugs
and sunglasses, each gazing down too long
into the coffee as though from a ruined balcony.
O Andromedans they don't know what to do
with themselves and so they sit there
until they go home where they lie down
until they get up, and you beyond the light years know
that if sleeping is dying, then waking
is birth, and a life
is many lives. I love them because they know how
to manipulate change
in the pockets musically, these whose faces the seasons
never give a kiss, these
who are always courteous to the faces
of presumptions, the presuming streets,
the hotels, the presumption of rain in the streets.
I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body,
lonesome behind the face
that is certainly not the face
of the person one meant to become.
Media artist Makoto Murayama created mechanical blueprints of flowers.
The 29-year old Murayama collects and studies different flowers, sketching them repeatedly to understand the structures and elements.
from the project:
a concept performance in 8 parts
by director Zhang Yimou
this video is the teaser for the last part of the show called "Weaving Machine"
Chinese director Zhang Yimou who is best known for his movies "Raise the Red Lantern", "Hero" and "The Great Wall" but also for directing the opening and closing ceremonies of the Beijing Olympics returns to the theater stage with his concept perfomance "2047 APOLOGUE".
Zhang Yimou has unveiled his latest work at the National Center for the Performing Arts in Beijing. Based on Peking Opera "Sanchakou," "2047 Apologue" is breaking the form of traditional stage plays, combining Chinese folk art with the latest technology. The show aims to mirror reality, commenting on how science and technology are a huge part of life in the 21st century. The show consists of 8 parts, each combining a traditional chinese craft, music or dance style with modern high tech such as lasers, robots, drones and kinetics.
WHITEvoid was commissioned to create, program and direct the kinetic display for the last part of the show called "Weaving Machine". The 9 minute performance features 640 motorized LED spheres, an anchient chinese weaving machine and a modern dancer. German motor winch producer KINETIC LIGHTS provided the vertical hoist systems for the LED spheres and control software. Russian RADUGADESIGN animated a complementing video backdrop and CPG Concepts from Hong Kong provided the dance choreography for british dancer Rose Alice.
"A lie is sweet in the beginning and bitter in the end, and truth is bitter in the beginning, and sweet in the end."
The words from Osho can be found in his writing or in this new track by DJ KOZE
by W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Auden's articulateness resists the ineffable nearly successfully in this poem.