That belly… :D

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mpdrolet:

From Bosnia: Bleed

Simon Norfolk

iheartmyart:

Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

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nightlifeunlimited:

malosvicios:

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hiptoyourjive:

accept free drinks to financially cripple the patriarchy

blue-voids:

Minjung Kim - Mountains, mixed media on rice paper, 2008

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Pretty.

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filthylight:

hannahorvath:

Dove had an FBI-trained sketch artist draw women based on how they saw themselves versus how others saw them.

video: http://retratosdarealbeleza.dove.com.br/

likeafieldmouse:

Ryoji Ikeda - The Transfinite (2011)

“A huge, immersive, electronic light-and-sound installation consisting of an immense wall — 54 feet wide by 40 feet tall — which serves as a screen for streaming video projections.

On one side, horizontal black, gray and white stripes and bands divided into left and right sections scroll downward, flickering furiously to the sound of aggressively percussive, buzzing and whistling electronic music emitted by powerful speakers. 

he bar-code-like patterns extend across the white floor in front of the wall, where visitors who have doffed their shoes may loll, dance or meditate. It’s like a walk-in, animated Op Art painting.

On the other side, the floor is covered by soft black fabric and the wall is flooded by finely articulated, incomprehensibly complicated numerical and graphic data.

What is it to be human in such a universe? What values other than statistical ones sustain us?”

p1ssblog:

By Luca Norbiato

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