RandomRambling

a witty saying proves nothing
full moon.

full moon.

All contents of consciousness are ineffable. Even the simplest sensation is, in its totality, indescribable. Every work of art, therefore, needs to be understood not only as something rendered, but also as a certain handling of the ineffable. In the greatest art, one is always aware of things that cannot be said, of the contradiction between expression and the presence of the inexpressible. Stylistic devices are also techniques of avoidance. The most potent elements in a work of art are, often, its silences.

Susan Sontag, ‘On Style’, in Against Interpretation and Other Essays (1966)

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sciencefiction:

These are fictional magazine covers from Blade Runner. They were created by production illustrator Tom Southwell in 1980-1981 and appeared in the background on a magazine stand in the city streets. (!!!!)

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“reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesnt go away.”

- philip k dick

has it really been a whole five weeks since ive delved into the wonderful world of metal thingies? here are some of the objects…that will actually photograph with a shitty webcam. once they are filed down, wired together, etc, i will beg someone with a DSLR to take a worthy shot.

i just cant wait until they are complete to show them off! its reminiscent of the time that i learned to finally draw a heart in kindergarten, and flaunted those babies everywhere before i actually got good at em.

the center piece is colored with plain old fire. i cannot emphasize how enjoyable it is to spend hours playing with a blowtorch. 

when i am less tired i will be posting the “anxiety dragon” that i have completed today. 

so much art making. alas, my wacky art wednesdays end today as i now must prepare for real life work and stop neglecting commissions :x

tired, makeupless, souless, monster girl - procrastinating my workout, a little too hung over from three glasses of wine and hours of conversing with this book last night. way more fun than the bars. 

tired, makeupless, souless, monster girl - procrastinating my workout, a little too hung over from three glasses of wine and hours of conversing with this book last night. way more fun than the bars. 

The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,

they’re in each other all along.

- Rumi

the best. 

a wish in each box.

a wish in each box.

this is an appropriate friday night song.

forever loving all things del. except the gorillaz.

maybe its like the smiths where i made a snap judgement before i gave it a good enough listen. there is hope yet?  

spirits at night wont you help me find the light