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vicemag:

Sisters

This is my old friend’s Sister, Amanda. Crazy small world. 

vicemag:

Sisters

This is my old friend’s Sister, Amanda. Crazy small world. 

exploriment:

A Tibetan sand mandala that came to Hamilton in 2006. Magical.
http://exploriment.blogspot.ca/2009/10/tibetan-sand-mandala.html

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myampgoesto11:

David Maisel: Library of Dust 

Library of Dust depicts individual copper canisters, each containing the cremated remains of patient from a state-run psychiatric hospital. The patients died at the hospital between 1883 (the year the facility opened, when it was called the Oregon State Insane Asylum) and the 1970’s; their bodies have remained unclaimed by their families.

The approximately 3,500 copper canisters have a handmade quality; they are at turns burnished or dull; corrosion blooms wildly from the leaden seams and across the surfaces of many of the cans. Numbers are stamped into each lid; the lowest number is 01, and the highest is 5,118. The vestiges of paper labels with the names of the dead, the etching of the copper, and the intensely hued colors of the blooming minerals combine to individuate the canisters. These deformations sometimes evoke the celestial - the northern lights, the moons of some alien planet, or constellations in the night sky. Sublimely beautiful, yet disquieting, the enigmatic photographs inLibrary of Dust are meditations on issues of matter and spirit.

Among my concerns with Library of Dust are the crises of representation that derive from attempts to index or archive the evidence of trauma; the uncanny ability of objects to portray such trauma; and the revelatory possibilities inherent in images of such traumatic disturbances. While there are certainly physical and chemical explanations for the ways these canisters have transformed over time, the canisters also encourage us to consider what happens to our own bodies when we die, and to the souls that occupy them.

On my first visit to the hospital, I am escorted to a decaying outbuilding, where a dusty room lined with simple pine shelves is lined three-deep with thousands of copper canisters. Prisoners from the local penitentiary are brought in to clean the adjacent hallway, crematorium, and autopsy room. A young male prisoner in a blue uniform, with his feet planted firmly outside the doorway, leans his upper body into the room, scans the cremated remains, and whispers in a low tone, “The library of dust.” The title and thematic structure of the project result from this encounter.

The prisoner’s use of the term “library” is apt. The room housing these canisters is an attempt for order, categorization, and rationality to be imposed upon randomness, chaos, and the irrational. The canisters, however, insistently and continually change their form over time; they are chemical and alchemical sites of transformation, both organic and mineralogical, living and dead. The Library of Dust describes this labyrinth, and in doing so, gives form to the forgotten.

got to see this at the California Museum of Photography in Riverside a few years ago

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In 2010, Vancouver-based photographer Hana Pesut embarked on a photo project: taking pics of couples, friends, and family twice: once in their own outfits and again wearing each others outfits against the same background.

The result is Switcheroo—a funny, poignant take on gender bending that conveys an enduring bond between Pesut’s subjects, no words necessary.

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rishu-jpn:

月岡芳年 - Yoshitoshi Tsukioka (1839.30.4 ~ 1892.9.6)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoshitoshi

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Mt. Whitney

Mt. Whitney

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Coffee Reflections, with @everydropintheocean and @visualamor  (at Lamill Coffee Boutique)

Coffee Reflections, with @everydropintheocean and @visualamor (at Lamill Coffee Boutique)