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Compelling, beautiful, idiosyncratic:
“A collection of accidents that happened while working on maps and other graphics.” Posted by Matthew Bloch, graphics editor for the New York Times. Link.
Shown above: “1917 map of Beijing (after trying to use spline-based georeferencing in ArcGIS).”
Via Dinosaurs and Robots: Link.
~ Karl Jones
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‘1st January’ photograph by Shugaley Pavel
A Vision for A New Earth
An Earth where chaos matures into growth and reality is a soul harmony vibrating to Love in synchronicity.
Knowing through radical trust, silence and stillness that the dark is pierced by the Light, and fear and ignorance transformed into insight, love [...]
dan-ayido-houedo by Romuald Hazoumé
Xeni Jardin writes:
While I was in Benin over the last couple of weeks, a local BB reader pointed me to some interesting contemporary artists from this region. Probably the most well-known of these, internationally, is a man named Romuald Hazoumé who transforms salvaged materials into symbols of spiritual power.
Hazoumé has residences in [...]
by James Schwartz
After hours passion unites, ignites room.
Silken musculature, metered desire.
The groaning bridal bed with groom on groom.
Love’s spirit sings sonnets, Lust’s still higher.
Of unrestrained rain, drenched a capella.
Unattired, unabated, understood.
Unrequited under night’s umbrella.
As if unquenched Uranian love could.
Our after hours of unmasked hours.
Unschooled, unclenched Uranians lie.
Alone unraveling, untold heights high.
Ungrounded gyrating, felled flesh and [...]
by James Schwartz
After hours passion unites, ignites room.
Silken musculature, metered desire.
The groaning bridal bed with groom on groom.
Love’s spirit sings sonnets, Lust’s still higher.
Of unrestrained rain, drenched a capella.
Unattired, unabated, understood.
Unrequited under night’s umbrella.
As if unquenched Uranian love could.
Our after hours of unmasked hours.
Unschooled, unclenched Uranians lie.
Alone unraveling, untold heights high.
Ungrounded gyrating, felled flesh and [...]
