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So. Im me, and that's about as elaborate as it gets. I guess in the grand scheme of things theres more that could be said, or even speculated upon. But right here, right now. Im me.
(via c0ncrete-canvas)
THE GLOWING HOMELESS
We could not say this better than ignantblog.com…the following is an excerpt from their piece on Fanny Allie’s, The Glowing Homeless
“It is this ghostlike existence, the state of being absent while being present, which is of interest to the French artist Fanny Allié. ‘The Glowing Homeless’ is an installation of neon tubes which represents the silhouette of a sleeping human. It precisely refers to the figure of a homeless person who chooses to perform the actually intimate act of sleeping amongst the park’s crowd but still stays excluded. He becomes a part of the surroundings of trees, benches and playgrounds and is thus almost invisible. Using the warm glow of the neon tubes, the artist creates an alluring object with the aim to bring light in to the darkness of New York’s parks and to change people’s attitude from avoidance into curiosity so they are drawn towards the figure on the bench. Thus Allié brought an object into being that represents the thousands of homeless that face social exclusion and the troubles of street life every day and night and, without becoming monumental, she also manages to aesthetically confront the difficulties of the ongoing art theoretical debate of the merge of private and public space.”
Luke Christopher spits with much needed related reasoning
People in Russia know what’s up with cats.
I found this blog entry detailing the meaning of various Russian criminal/mafia tattoos. It’s very interesting.
The cat tattoo, as seen here, means that the guy who has it usually works alone and has no more reason to have a conscious.
CATS ARE EVIL RUSSIAN MOBSTERS WITH NO CONCIOUS!
Lol’d
Lost in someones else’s orbit, knowing I cant control this spinning feeling, Im just waiting for the break off, when she’ll finally throw me off into the emptiness. Ride your Arab across the plain, thunder through the grass, If you care to look into the sky, you’ll see me shooting past, a snippet of imagination for the while that I was there, you held me close for comfort, warmth and begged me to be your air.
Akiem, your always on my breath.
Custom board graphic
Surf the North
