laughingsquid:

Bush, A Suggestive Topiary Street Art Installation by Banksy
Independence St. NOLA. 2012.

Independence St. NOLA. 2012.

Tchop & Upperline. Nola. 2012.

Tchop & Upperline. Nola. 2012.

weareconstance:

Holland Cotter will give a lecture, “Criticism: Take it Personally” this Thursday at 7P at Tulane’s Freeman Auditorium. Cotter is a chief art critic at the New York Times and in 2009, he won the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism, for coverage that included articles on art in China. You can read his most recent article on Art in Mali here.

weareconstance:

Holland Cotter will give a lecture, “Criticism: Take it Personally” this Thursday at 7P at Tulane’s Freeman Auditorium. Cotter is a chief art critic at the New York Times and in 2009, he won the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism, for coverage that included articles on art in China. You can read his most recent article on Art in Mali here.

laughingsquid:

Lickable Wallpaper Installed in a London Elevator

The shnozberries taste like shnozberries!

laughingsquid:

Lickable Wallpaper Installed in a London Elevator

The shnozberries taste like shnozberries!

"I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at mouldy garden fences. I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…"

— Egon Schiele

(Source: alcohols, via skeletales)

Soundtrack for today’s paper writing

Looking back: Musing on Fall

There’s a breeze coming off the river, and birds blue & red tufted, laying claim to my barren backyard.

It is the changing season, perhaps a time of reflection.

The altar is covered over with dead bamboo limbs & haphazardly strewn debris.

This is a place of promise, a place where barrenness can become full again, swollen with laughter & feasting & bounty.

I can picture it: the moonlit nighttime, the gathering. Yet, still I sit. Unmoving, watching, allowing a dreamscape to sit in for conscious action.

This season, like the many before it with falling leaves & steaming cider cups, is different somehow. It is the time of year for poetry, for embrace.

The blue bird is the least afraid, hopping from branch to branch, inching closer to my still self. The chirping seems encoded, with messages from afar of future selves & past selves. I reach out my hand, and off he flies. Up into the breezy river air, aloft with possibility.

Garden growin (Taken with instagram)

Garden growin (Taken with instagram)

Bywater livin. Nola. 2012.

Bywater livin. Nola. 2012.

newschallenge:

1. What do you propose to do? [20 words]

Implement a grassroots marketing campaign for our iWitness Pollution Map, a crowd-sourcing tool launched during the 2010 BP Oil Disaster, to report pollution and associated health impacts.

2. Is anyone doing something like this now and how is your…

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jaymug:

Never give up.

jaymug:

Never give up.

(via itsallgoodmostly)

New York. NY. 2009.

New York. NY. 2009.

Bellows Falls. VT. 2007.

Bellows Falls. VT. 2007.

Brooklyn. NYC. 2008.

Brooklyn. NYC. 2008.