Forward  (Taken with instagram)

Forward (Taken with instagram)

Notes, January 16, 2012

triplecanopy:

Their Weapons/Our Weapons. Cairo, Egypt.

triplecanopy:

Their Weapons/Our Weapons. Cairo, Egypt.

(Source: zaatardiva)

Reblogged from triplecanopy, 657 notes, January 16, 2012

“I will tweet better than anybody’s ever tweeted you.”

I still love Bill Cosby. (via VHX)

Notes, January 13, 2012

January (Taken with Instagram at Christ Church)

January (Taken with Instagram at Christ Church)

3 notes, January 6, 2012

"When you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability. Your tastes only narrow and exclude people. So create."

_why, (via David Tate/robertogreco/wreckandsalvage)

Reblogged from wreckandsalvage, 42 notes, December 30, 2011

Christmas canasta

Christmas canasta

1 note, December 26, 2011

kateoplis:

Fairuz - Christmas Hymns: Soubhan Al Kalima

Nice.

kateoplis:

Fairuz - Christmas HymnsSoubhan Al Kalima

Nice.

Reblogged from kateoplis, 37 notes, December 21, 2011

PopTech:

Staff picks: The PopTech team’s 2nd annual holiday reading list

This is some brilliant image sourcing if you ask me.

PopTech:

Staff picks: The PopTech team’s 2nd annual holiday reading list

This is some brilliant image sourcing if you ask me.

Reblogged from poptech, 519 notes, December 20, 2011

annotations asked: I was thinking of that poem! Sort of. Only in the sense that it describes--in part--the interest of convex mirrors. Curves!

... Vasari says, "Francesco one day set himself 
To take his own portrait, looking at himself from that purpose 
In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers . . . 
He accordingly caused a ball of wood to be made 
By a turner, and having divided it in half and 
Brought it to the size of the mirror, he set himself 
With great art to copy all that he saw in the glass

Curves. (re: this)

0 notes, December 19, 2011

The Milwaukee Journal Sentinal’s Mary Louise Schumacher has a great recent piece on Milwaukee’s art scene then and now (mostly now). Then:

Milwaukee was becoming a gathering place for artists with a unique and decidedly generous artistic ethic. Cheerfully unorganized, maverick artists found inspiration and an audience first in each other. A playful amateurism prevailed, as artists embraced their obscurity, understanding both the freedoms and limitations that are part of being set apart from the larger art world.

Now:

Some strain of art scene was birthed here a decade ago, and some of the best, new artists in our community are conscious of this and connected to the artists and ideas that defined that time. Our art scene may be small, but one of the things that makes it muscular is the access and proximity between the old and new guards.

Notes, December 16, 2011