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Love this work by Indian illustrator Tejubehan, a self-taught female artist. Also reminds me a lot of Juliacks, illustrator and performance artist whose graphic novel “Swell” was adapted into a play that premiered at Women Center Stage 2012.
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The Civil Wars, pregnant, in a windy vineyard.
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Inspiring Aurora Robson makes otherworldly art out of ocean plastic.
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I looked at the hills, and suddenly my spirit was filled and lifted with a clear knowledge. I knew that there must be plays of the people filled with the spirit of places, and my aimless activities assumed meaning. I felt the conviction then that I have maintained since—that the knowledge and love of place is a large part of the joy in people’s lives. There must be plays that grow from all the country sides of America, fabricated by the people themselves, born of toiling hands and free minds, born of music and love and reason. There must be many great voices singing out the lore and legend of America from a thousand hilltops, and there must be students to listen and to learn, and writers encouraged to use the materials.
- Robert Gard, Little Theatre Movement
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Fierce female designers. Invisible bike helmet.
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In Elizabethan England or classical Athens … theater was at the center of not culture but society and politics and religion and civic engagement. Those things have a different audience.
Diane Paulus - WSJ Speakeasy -
Each morning, we wake up and experience a rich explosion of consciousness – the bright morning sunlight, the smell of roast coffee and, for some of us, the warmth of the person lying next to us in bed. As the slumber recedes into the night, we awake to become who we are. The morning haze of dreams and oblivion disperses and lifts as recognition and recall bubble up the content of our memories into our consciousness. For the briefest of moments we are not sure who we are and then suddenly ‘I,’ the one that is awake, awakens. We gather our thoughts so that the ‘I’ who is conscious becomes the ‘me’ – the person with a past. The memories of the previous day return. The plans for the immediate future reformulate. The realization that we have things to get on with remind us that it is a workday. We become a person whom we recognize.
The daily experience of the self is so familiar, and yet the brain science shows that this sense of the self is an illusion. Psychologist Susan Blackmore makes the point that the word ‘illusion’ does not mean that it does not exist – rather, an illusion is not what it seems. We all certainly experience some form of self, but what we experience is a powerful depiction generated by our brains for our own benefit.
Posted on June 4, 2012 with 1 note
Source: brainpickings.org
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The rules break like a thermometer,
quicksilver spills across the charted systems,
we’re out in a country that has no language
no laws, we’re chasing the raven and the wren
through gorges unexplored since dawn
whatever we do together is pure invention
the maps they gave us were out of date
by years… we’re driving through the desert
wondering if the water will hold out
the hallucinations turn to simple villages
the music on the radio comes clear—
neither Rosenkavalier nor Götterdämmerung
but a woman’s voice singing old songs
with new words, with a quiet bass, a flute
plucked and fingered by women outside the law.Adrienne Rich -
Afternoon inspiration.
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To curate, in this sense, is to refuse static arrangements and permanent alignments and instead to enable conversations and relations. Generating these kinds of links is an essential part of what it means to curate, as is disseminating new knowledge, new thinking, and new artworks in a way that can seed future cross-disciplinary inspirations.
Hans-Ulrich Obrist from This Will Make You Smarter: New Scientific Concepts to Improve Your Thinking, edited by John Brockman
