Light installations by James Turrell
James Turrell is an American artist widely known for his explorations of light and space.
“He began his career back in the 1960′s in California at a time when the Light and Space group of artists in Los Angeles was coming into prominence. Here’s a short description of the movement:
Whether by directing the flow of natural light, embedding artificial light within objects or architecture, or by playing with light through the use of transparent, translucent or reflective materials, Light and Space artists made the spectator’s experience of light and other sensory phenomena under specific conditions the focus of their work.”
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i love how every time he’s just like, oh? it’s just a random-ass platypus?, perry is just. so fucking done with him. like seriously, how many platypuses does he even know???
He doesn’t want to assume every platypus is Perry bc that would be a microaggression
when welcome to night vale said: “Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I.”
big fan of polite and minimal explanations when you need to get out of work, school, plans etc. just a definitive ‘sorry but I can’t make it today.’ and then if they press for details or are rude about it say ‘sorry, something came up. thanks for understanding’ i’m over the idea that you have to exaggerate/overexplain your situation even when you don’t want to do that to be worthy of flexibility and grace in your life
I was watching old tool restoration videos last night at like 3am and got super emotional about them? A blacksmith makes a knife, maybe for himself or a neighbor, maybe to sell for far less than its value, or maybe just because he can. A knife that outlives him by decades, centuries, only to be found by another smith who takes it upon themselves to remove the rust, give it a new handle, polish and sharpen it, making it a collaborative work over the course of several hundred years, by two people who would never meet and lived in vastly different worlds. What would the blacksmith think, knowing that a piece of him would not only live on for so long, but be shown such love and care long after he was gone?