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jeromett:

Phalanstery Module

Installation by Jimenez Lai grown from the hypothesizes that in zero-gravity, one can rotate (in) architecture and treat all elevations as plans – i.e., walls, ceilings and floors. Without gravity, all surfaces can be occupied. In essence, the distinctions between orthographic drawings become obsolete. To this end the installation will be a large constantly rotating structure which visitors will be able to approach and use differently every time.

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black-tangled-heart:

Naoto Hattori
Foliated acrylic on board 3.5” x 7” 2008

black-tangled-heart:

Naoto Hattori

Foliated 
acrylic on board 
3.5” x 7” 
2008

(Source: arpeggia)

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rushofnostalgia:

Stefan Kleinschuster
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Smoking MAY be beauty??

izmia:

Tiger Rug Made of 500,000 Cigarettes - 500.000 Sigara ile yapılmış kaplan Kilimi

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black-tangled-heart:

Zach Johnsen
Hoola Nun mixed media on paper 26” x 36” 2009

black-tangled-heart:

Zach Johnsen

Hoola Nun 
mixed media on paper
26” x 36” 
2009

(Source: arpeggia)

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juliavickerman:

“Socks and a Crop Top” - My piece for the Drippy/Sweaty show at Meltdown this past weekend.

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3/7

Last nights dream was one of those that you hate waking up during. Ugh, how badly I wish it were true. I was already graduating from bellevue and was transferring to a program at FIDM that LC was teaching. Dream, please come true.

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3/25

Everyone go check out the foreign exchange. They were the soundtrack to my dream.

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3/23

Last nights dream was for the reality show junkie. As a couple friends of mine and myself were attending a college called BMW, and yes, you did have to drive one to attend. Nikki from the bad girls club showed up at lunch for some argumentation. As I continued to listen to her rant, I began ti notice my temper getting more and more annoyed. I couldn’t take it anymore, this bitch was going to get it. I started screaming at the top of my lungs, launching my saliva onto her cheeks. I repeatedly told her how annoying I found her, her looks were just as obnoxious. I then continued on to class. When I opened the door it wasn’t my class. It was a metal grated staircase where underneath I found my brother Patrick and my most adorable friend Lola:) they were doing something I cannot disclose, trust me, it’s not anything sexual. I just dare not put it in writing.

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3/22

It’s strange how your dreams can stop for days and bounce right back. It’s as if your imagination runs dry and is thirsting for any story it can make up. I also take account for my recent length of sobriety. What was your dream last night?