myedol:

Slate Sculpture by Stephen Kettle

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kenyatta:

Art’s great nudes have gone skinny

Italian artist Anna Utopia Giordano has created a visual re-imagination of historic nude paintings, had the subjects conformed their bodies to what the 21st century considers an ideal of beauty. The results are revealing—and quite shocking in what they say about the modern attitude toward women’s bodies.

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prostheticknowledge:

Time by John Clang

A series of photographs taken at particular places in New York over a period of time, torn and reassembled:

A series that involves recording a location, to show the passing of time in a montage style. There is a sense of intimate intricacy of how time moves, and how people, albeit in a different time, are actually closer to one another and traveling in the same shared space. I’ve always been intrigued by the constant subtle changes in my urban environment. Every subtle shift affects my feelings and thoughts, hence my images respond acutely as a poetic reflection of myself in this environment. Working on this series, I explore how time moves in this seemingly static urban space. The people become the moving energy flowing through this space, marking the changes, forming the time. These images also explore my fascination that there are probably many time dimensions in this universe. We may have a ‘life’ that exists similarly on a different path, one minute before or after the one we’re living now. We merely just exist in this current dimension, and sometimes when time paths collide, we have déjà vu experience. (…close)

More examples (and other great photographic projects can be found at Cheng’s website here

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alecshao:

Do-Ho Suh, Paratrooper

(The threads are attached to a cloth of embroidered signatures of soldiers who died in war)

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humanscalecities:

A Time-Lapse Map of Every Nuclear Explosion Since 1945

cran-k:

awayfromearth:

I’m not going to ask you to stop whatever you’re doing and reblog this. But it would mean a lot if you did. This says so much…

so powerful. 

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pretty-shitty:

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letmefindreason:

You want to reblog something that’s worthwhile? I think everyone should read this message. People need to think before they judge. We are all guilty of it. Seeing the girl that’s pregnant and young and thinking she’s a slut. Seeing the poor man begging for money and thinking he didn’t work hard enough. Seeing the pictures and thinking that someone is ugly. No one deserves this and this girl is one of the strongest people I have ever talked to. Please consider re-blogging. This is more important than anything I’ve ever posted in my life. 

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brianaurelio:

boringerik:

I am conflicted on whether to post the image, use a hyperlink, or just reblog a nude photograph of my friend Karlee. In the photograph, she is beautiful and casual and there really should be no debate about whether or not releasing that picture was a mistake. You see, I always quarrel over just how accepting I am about the casual nudity of my peers in media forms that are indestructible. I hate that society finds the natural, nude state of our bodies to be sinful. I wish that when you saw a peer naked, you wouldn’t be alarmed. You wouldn’t feel as if they have no morals. And that you wouldn’t feel that they lack self respect. I wish that what we deem as the fine line between artistic nudity and lewd sexuality was not such a gray area. Or that maybe, even, that the threshold of raunchiness was not looked down upon. I really hate that I don’t have a firm stance on this subject.

I feel as if my opinion is so wishy-washy. I don’t even clearly remember the photograph I am about to talk about, but somebody whose blog I thoroughly enjoy on tumblr once posted a photo of himself post-shower wearing only a towel that was about to fall off of his penis, and my response was to message him like “dude come on.” I guess I feel protective. How would I feel about my mother or my sister posting photographs like that on the internet? But you know what I realize that I am protecting them from? Other people. Other malicious people in the world who will use these images as a way to hurt my family, or my friends. There is nothing innately wrong with nudity. There is something wrong with some people.

The other day somebody reblogged a photo of this guy setting up his Christmas tree in the nude like it was nothing. And it should be nothing. Seeing somebody completely in the buff should elicit the same response you get when you see a man topless. I still maintain that everybody reserves the right to control how much of their own body that they show others, or post online. Why is your natural state your “vulnerable” state? Your clothes become a suit of armor meant to shield you from the horrors of accepting your own body image, and instead you become confined in a bubble of fear. I just hope that one day everybody has the freedom to be naked and feel good about themselves without being subject to the scrutiny of others. And although I would personally choose to not release these kinds of photos of myself, I feel as if the only way to promote this kind of cause is to say “hey this is my naked body and it really is no big deal.” The end.

Couldn’t agree more!

Preach the truth!

thefirstnoteiplayed:

It breaks my heart knowing there are people going through such things, and whats worse is there are people that don’t care and will break down people forcing them to take that one step and end their lives. 

Makes you realise that there’s more important things in life than having things or doing whatever you want. People need love more than anything.

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adailyriot:

custerdiedforyoursins:

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brachypterous:

Emily Mackey - Work in Progress: hand embroidered map depicting areas of mass murder throughout the last two hundred years.

So fucking intense.

The Americas look really unfinished if this is supposed to be from 1811.

they’re gonna need alot more red and black

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If I was to steal a chocolate bar because it was sitting at the counter looking all tasty, it’d be theft. Nobody would say but oh, look at the creamy picture on the packaging. It was taunting him. He had no choice. It was instinct. Impulse. Drives and desires beyond his control.

If I walked into some person’s home and said I lived there, I’d be arrested. Nobody would say to the owners that they should invest in curtains so that people couldn’t see how nice their house was so easily. Nobody would tell them that they were ‘asking for it’. 

And if I beat a guy up because he was a loud mouth I’d be charged. Nobody would say oh but look at him, he’s a dick. He’s got gel in his hair and he’s wearing a shirt that says “How about a nice cup of shut the fuck up”. The dude is a wanker, he got what he deserved. More importantly, even if they did say that, it wouldn’t effect my charges. 

But if a woman is wearing a short skirt then it will dramatically sway people’s opinions in a rape case. Was it cut above the knee? Was your waist showing? These are serious questions that will be asked in a court case. 

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andthestarsappear:

To test the limits of the relationship between performer and audience, Abramović developed one of her most challenging (and best-known) performances. She assigned a passive role to herself, with the public being the force which would act on her.

Abramović had placed upon a table 72 objects that people were allowed to use (a sign informed them) in any way that they chose. Some of these were objects that could give pleasure, while others could be wielded to inflict pain, or to harm her. Among them were a rose, a feather, honey, a whip, scissors, a scalpel, a gun and a single bullet. For six hours the artist allowed the audience members to manipulate her body and actions.

Initially, members of the audience reacted with caution and modesty, but as time passed (and the artist remained impassive) people began to act more aggressively. As Abramović described it later:

“What I learned was that… if you leave it up to the audience, they can kill you.” … “I felt really violated: they cut up my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the audience. Everyone ran away, to escape an actual confrontation.”

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