likeafieldmouse:

Gregory Euclide - Otherworldly: Optical Delusions and Small Realities (2011) - Oil on canvas landscape, collected litter and other materials from Central Park, NYC

Artist’s statement: 

“I painted a large traditional landscape that flows onto the floor and toward a fifth-floor window overlooking Central Park. The work consists of several dioramas built from materials that were collected on walks as well as several paper casts from boulders in Central Park.”

likeafieldmouse:

Mohamed Babu 

“Dr. Mohamed Babu of Mysore, South India, noticed something strange about the ants scurrying around on the floor of his kitchen: after drinking some spilled milk, their abdomens turned white. Realizing the insects’ bodies were transparent, he got an idea for a stunning set of photographs.

Mixing different varieties of food coloring along with sugar, water and a waxy base, he set out small droplets of liquid on a white plastic sheet outside in his garden and let the ants do the rest.

As the ant’s abdomen is semi-transparent, the ants gain the colors as they sip the liquid,’ he said. 

Striving to get the best possible photos, Babu ran into an unexpected problem: too many ants. ‘I really toiled to get a photo. The crowd always used to become unmanageable within a few minutes and while I managed my camera with my right hand, my left hand was busy removing the extra ants.’ After a number of repeated attempts, he finally got the photos he was looking for.

‘Curiously, the ants preferred light colors—yellow and green. The darker green and blue drops had no takers, until there was no space around the preferred yellow and green drops.’ Some of the ants even wandered between the colors, creating unique mixtures of different hues inside their own stomachs.”

farewell-kingdom:

Helsinki’s Cathedral, FinlandThis astounding yarn bombing is the Guinness World Record attempt for the largest crocheted patchwork quilt in the world.

likeafieldmouse:

Willis Elkins - NYC Lighter Log (2011) - A collection of plastic cigarette lighters found washed ashore on New York City coastlines and beaches over the course of 10 months

Stomping creeping lurking

Scavenger hunt

Privacy invasion

Literate scattered thoughts

Stinking of gin

Mixed pop metaphors

Spilled and smashed everythings

Guilt ridden jumps

Can I ask you something?

I am so sorry

Who told

Do you have

Where is

Constant egg shells

Deja vu shrouded in secrecy

Insincere generousity

Every bridge burned

Muttering depression

Muttering insults

He can’t take anymore of this

No one can take anymore of this

I wish I knew you when you ate a cock a day

Dr Free Market

A dreamy sigh

Book on breasts

I love your curves

Holding butts, topless senoritas

Tea, newspaper and a piece of toast

Saturday mornings sound fun at your place

Lazing listening to Astral Weeks

Oh my goodness

I am worth it

Perhaps I would

I simply must

Open to negotiation

I am not in a hurry to meet anyone

Ultimate restraint yet open and strong

I love that you seem to love life

If you behave

I am privileged

More than I could dream

Morning reminders

It would be dinner then markets

That’s quite a mental image

How do you taste today?

Its easy, start soft, end rough.

Ah, but your absence, the physically felt silence of your hands.

Boris Pasternak in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva, May 19, 1926 (via sketchofthepast)

alecshao:

Nicole Andrijevic & Tanya Schultz - Sweet, Sweet Galaxy (2011) - sugar, pigment, polystyrene, wax, modeling clay, paper, plastic, found objects, wire, beads, glitter, and sound