A Harmonious Discord
an artistic study in the aesthetics of dissonance; lead by amber ostrander, so we're sure to get lost...
Reblogged from axellae on 29-05-2012

arpeggia:

Seon Ghi Bahk

An aggregate 10-05 
charcoal, nylon threads, etc.
h cm 270, 70 X 70 cm
2010

    Reblogged from deafeningslumber on 29-05-2012

    tamburina:

Amanda and her cousin Amy, Valdese, North Carolina by Mary Ellen MarkNorth Carolina, USA, 1990 In 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia.Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing.The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss.Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.

    tamburina:

    Amanda and her cousin Amy, Valdese, North Carolina by Mary Ellen Mark
    North Carolina, USA, 1990

    In 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia.

    Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing.

    The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss.

    Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.

      Reblogged from suckmyladyerection on 27-05-2012

      myedol:

      Suicide Statues by Anthony Gormley

        22-05-2012

        don't tell anyone about tumblrtasks(.)com but i made $400 this week on it lol Anonymous

        Hate mail I can handle. It’s this shit that makes me hate anon…

          Reblogged from suckmyladyerection on 21-05-2012

          itswallie:

phantomdoodler:

merlinsshaggyleft:


A paradox.  After turning the machine on, its only function is to turn itself off.

I watched this for a good 5 minutes. Therefore, it deserves a reblog.

After waking me up in the morning, my only function is to go back to sleep.

this is an amazing metaphor for my life

          itswallie:

          phantomdoodler:

          merlinsshaggyleft:

          A paradox.  After turning the machine on, its only function is to turn itself off.

          I watched this for a good 5 minutes. Therefore, it deserves a reblog.

          After waking me up in the morning, my only function is to go back to sleep.

          this is an amazing metaphor for my life

          (Source: liquidatomicgonads)

            Reblogged from owls-love-tea on 18-05-2012

            owls-love-tea:

            Suspended Threads by Amanda McCavour

            “In my work, I use a sewing machine to create thread drawings and installations by sewing into a fabric that dissolves in water. This fabric makes it possible for me to build up the thread by sewing repeatedly into my drawn images so that when the fabric is dissolved, the image can hold together without a base. These thread images appear as though they would be easily unraveled and seemingly on the verge of falling apart, despite the works actual raveled strength.’ — Amanda McCavour, Artist Statement 

            So, so beautiful!

              Reblogged from immortels on 18-05-2012

              accidentalism:

              Peter Gentenaar isn’t any ordinary paper artist. He creates extraordinarily beautiful paper sculptures that have an ethereal quality to them.He hung more than a 100 paper sculptures in the grand halls of the abbey church of Saint-Riquier church in northern France.

                Reblogged from immortels on 18-05-2012

                accidentalism:

                Using just wood and paint, Oslo, Norway-based artist Ole Martin Lund Bo created this anamorphic piece of art with a thought-provoking message.

                  Reblogged from chillwalker on 18-05-2012

                    17-05-2012

                    Have you done tumblrdatinggame(.)com yet? Anonymous

                    I didn’t even know their was such a thing…

                    But I have a boyfriend, so thank God I have an excuse not to play.

                      Reblogged from immortels on 17-05-2012

                      vvolare:

The jar tree (by englishcookies)

                      vvolare:

                      The jar tree (by englishcookies)

                        Reblogged from owls-love-tea on 17-05-2012

                        owls-love-tea:

                        Paper sculpture

                        by chrisdonia

                          Reblogged from nevver on 17-05-2012

                          nevver:

Knock off

                          nevver:

                          Knock off

                            Reblogged from saltwatermermaid on 17-05-2012

                            (Source: bleedingbrains)

                              Reblogged from immortels on 17-05-2012

                              replacing:

                              Echology by Mathilde Roussel

                              Resonances between the human body and nature are created by filling scientifical jars labelled with human body parts, with plant elements. The living ingredients inside the jars change and metamorphose though time.

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