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I want to dooo this.
A pretty beautiful concept.
An old painting of mine.
The way I took the picture and then cropped it, makes it look off centered. It’s not.
“When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel” I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture, My haunches are grinding into my guts, Because I’m stuck like this, my thoughts My painting is dead. *There are many translations of this poem, however this is my favorite.
-1509
hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy
(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison).
My stomach’s squashed under my chin, my beard’s
pointing at heaven, my brain’s crushed in a casket,
my breast twists like a harpy’s. My brush,
above me all the time, dribbles paint
so my face makes a fine floor for droppings!
my poor ass strains to work as a counterweight,
every gesture I make is blind and aimless.
My skin hangs loose below me, my spine’s
all knotted from folding over itself.
I’m bent taut as a Syrian bow.
are crazy, perfidious tripe:
anyone shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe.
Defend it for me, Giovanni, protect my honor.
I am not in the right place—I am not a painter.
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Some amazing work by Dale Chihuly.
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Cute, and the song is good too.
Sound Sculpture.
Pretty amazing.
I would actually like to go to this… if I lived in Detroit.
Frank Loyd Wright’s Falling Water
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Work in Progress…
On the chalkboard wall in the Design Building. One of the few cool things I’ve found, hidden among the random ramblings and ignorance that is put up there.