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Rawr.
365 Critters - Day 206 - Lion Man - Darci - Norman, OK
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I love this.
Christian Dior 2007 Spring Collection
Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky (Russia) | Early 20th century color photography
top: Armenian Woman c. 1910
bottom: Dinner During Haying 1909
Breast Feeding at the Blue Mosque
By Ravi Shankar
Hidden from a queue to bag shoes a woman nurses a child
under a wool scarf in the shadow two fluted minarets cast
pitched towards incessant sun, a necessity somehow an insult
to sharia law, no matter what sustenance a lemonwedge
of breast, God’s own, yields, puckering a tiny mouth
until bright eyes glaze to doll loll. Fairly alien to ponder
raw biology of milk conveyed by ducts lined with capillaries,
made from pouring stuff of stars: nourishment that manifests
minerals for bone from pulsing light.
Too close to the slickheat pushing out
between the legs of nearly every woman not your wife
but her as well? How could it be that her very being derives
solely from her relation to you, that she could have no value
in the calculus but to function as temptation, or its dome-
blue corollary, disappointment? No cover covers up
those integers holding the place of zeroes, Iznik tiles or after-
life virgins. Ostrich eggs on chandeliers don’t dissuade spiders.
If the fear of the Lord is not the beginning of our wisdom,
then La ilah ha il Allah is a breast in a mouth, else nothing is.
Source for the poem: The Chronicle
Source for the art
— Miroslav Holub
The paper tigers roar at noon;
The sun is hot, the sun is high.
They roar in chorus, not in tune,
Their plaintive, savage hunting cry.
O, when you hear them, stop your ears
And clench your lids and bite your tongue.
The harmless paper tiger bears
Strong fascination for the young.
His forest is the busy street;
His dens the forum and the mart;
He drinks no blood, he tastes no meat:
He riddles and corrupts the heart.
But when the dusk begins to creep
From tree to tree, from door to door,
The jungle tiger wakes from sleep
And utters his authentic roar.
It bursts the night and shakes the stars
Till one breaks blazing from the sky;
Then listen! If to meet it soars
Your heart’s reverberating cry,
My child, then put aside your fear:
Unbar the door and walk outside!
The real tiger waits you there;
His golden eyes shall be your guide.
And, should he spare you in his wrath,
The world and all the worlds are yours;
And should he leap thejungle path
And clasp you with his bloody jaws,
Then say, as his divine embrace
Destroys the mortal parts of you:
I too am of that royal race
Who do what we are born to do.
Russian Surrealistts, Part 1
Wassilij Milioti.
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
Art: Toni Silber-Delerive
Henteco
Making art out of unusual media is always a win in my book, but artsy food is on a whole different level. Henteco is a Japanese company that makes the CUTEST COOKIES on the planet. I’m conflicted about their ultimate purpose, though…eat them, or hang them up on my wall?
Elisabeth Lecourt
London-based artist Elisabeth Lecourt folds geographical maps into delightfully delicate clothing pieces in her series titled Les Robes Geographiques. They remind me of the dainty paper dolls that populated my childhood schemes.
Sterescopic Photos, Part 2
Steresoscope, Part 1
Spanish Surrealist
Dali isn’t the only famous Spanish Surrealist. Joan Miró, born in Barcelona in 1893, rose to fame by declaring an ”assassination of painting” in favour of upsetting the visual elements of established painting.
His lasting influence on American abstract expressionist painters such as Pollock and Rothko should not go unnoticed. More purist than showman, Miró’s dedication to both the Surrealist movement and its supporters began with his use of automatic drawing.
Valentin Serov, Portrait of Henrietta Girshman, 1906
A fine example of Russian Impressionism. Did you know Serov’s father was famous Russian composer and music critic, Alexander Serov?
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