Breaking Bones by Darren Pearson / Darius Twin
These bones inside of us weren’t just meant for holding our bodies up, they were also designed to git’ our bodies down. Darren’s light painting may be missing some skin and cardboard laid out on the ground, but this skeleton’s bones damn well know how to move.
Digitalarti Artlab created the Water Light Graffiti project. When the screen is touched by water the LED lights glow. Watch it here.
Lives of Grass by MATHILDE ROUSSEL
Lives of Grass sculptures show the effects of transformation of the material as a metaphor of the transformation of the body. Time sculpts the forms, makes them change and then decay. In Egyptian Mythology, Osiris is the God of renewal, the one who eternally comes back to life. He is also the personification of the fertile land and the natural cycles: death and rebirth, dryness and fertility. The natural world, ingested as food becomes a component of human being. These anthropomorphic and organic sculptures made of soil and wheat grass seeds strive to show that food, it’s origin, it’s transport, has an impact on us beyond it’s taste. The power inside it affects every organ of our body. Observing nature and being aware of what and how we eat might make us more sensitive to food cycles in the world - of abundance, of famine - and allows us to be physically, intellectually and spiritually connected to a global reality.
Sid V reimagined the layout and design of the modern record player. The result is the beautiful minimal design seen alongside with all the features of all full fledged record player with 50% less footprint. A pre amp is also included inside so that the audio output can be directly plugged into a speaker.
Love this!
Fairdale Pet Rack: With this simple system a dog can be supported on the rack with ease. The dog is positioned behind the pedal stroke of the ride for maximum heel clearance.
Lol! So ashamed!
ART & LSP | PHOTOGRAPHER THOMAS HAWK
Thomas Hawk - Sometimes I like to think of myself as a photography factory. I see my photographs mostly as raw material for projects that might be worked on at some point later on in life.
The absurdity of my obsessive compulsive view on photography is not lost on me. But it is the absurdity of life that I find most beautiful of all. Where Sisyphus had his stone I have my camera and a bag full of lenses.
Document, explore, lather, rinse, repeat. Photography for me then becomes a kind of hyperactivity, loosely arranged and presented. My work is less about individual images and instead more about the power of a massive amount of excessive and disjointed images where stories, characters and places sometimes stay and other times reappear or disappear entirely for no good reason at all.
michigan-based portraitist eric daigh has broadened his ‘pushpin’ series with two new pieces entitled ‘mayday’ and ‘throwing blankets’.
the artist creates large-scale artworks, often depicting faces, using thousands of meticulously arranged colored tacks as the chief medium.
the pieces are generated to achieve shading, toning and depth reminiscent to that of a photograph, however, this can only be seen in a
clearer resolution when viewing the work from further away, as each pin acts much as pixel would.
daigh’s philosophy behind each piece is a reflection on his understanding of identity:
’in my work I aim to explore themes of individuality and representation. my subjects are imprisoned, diluted, marginalized.
their escape, however, is imminent.whether a symptom of corporate and social homogenization, or the four base pairs of DNA,
we are products of just a small handful of variables. in five colors of plastic, you can be reproduced.eric daigh: pushpin portraits
I enjoy very much making something digital with my hands. I enjoy making work that requires a physical proximity.
I enjoy the fact that this work travels from the intangible, the binary, to the tactile, the singular. by invoking these mediums,
I hope to generate a dialogue and sentiment that has something to do with the effort, repetition, focus, discipline, absurdity,
and love that went into its making.’
Reminds me of Chuck Close.
