Monday, 31 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Panoramic composite photograph by Wally Pacholka
Perched on the warm hood of the car, four bodies squeeze close. Heads cocked high, faces skyward, the veil of dark interrupted only when headlights become searchlights along canyon walls, traveling back and forth descending the switchbacks. Spitters and spatters of blinking light smudged like chalk on a blackboard – tracing shapes with our fingers and reciting names of patterns learned long ago.
Colleen Schindler-Lynch
Colleen Schindler-Lynch
Panoramic composite photograph by Wally Pacholka
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
dead drops
‘Dead Drops’ is an anonymous, offline, peer to peer file-sharing network in public space. USB flash drives are embedded into walls, buildings and curbs accessable to anybody in public space. Everyone is invited to drop or find files on a dead drop. Plug your laptop to a wall, house or pole to share your favorite files and data. Each dead drop is installed empty except a readme.txt file explaining the project. ‘Dead Drops’ is open to participation.
I am a Berlin based media artist and started the ‘Dead Drops’ project during my stay in NYC at EYEBEAM as artist in residence, October 2010.
Aram Bartholl 2010
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Thursday, 13 October 2011
participation and incentive
Incentive goes a long way. Brilliant marketing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEH4Yum4nN4&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEH4Yum4nN4&feature=player_embedded
this is soooo beautiful
http://vimeo.com/29950141
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
Another place I need to go.
http://twistedsifter.com/2011/10/picture-of-the-day-the-hamilton-pool-nature-preserve-in-texas/
http://twistedsifter.com/2011/10/picture-of-the-day-the-hamilton-pool-nature-preserve-in-texas/
atmospheric tsunami's?
the concept blows my mind.
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/japan-quake-may-struck-atmosphere-first-145603921.html
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/japan-quake-may-struck-atmosphere-first-145603921.html
carving your own route
Left over right, inching along, mostly sure footed – glance up or down sets the gyroscope to swing. Focus on the width of your foot, 4” perched - some distance from the bottom. Ankles that fight the angle, step by step, correct, adjust, correct again with small purposeful actions along a smudged line on the landscape. A finger trailed in the mud at some point - a mindless action by a higher power that begs to be walked on leading up and out.
C Schindler-Lynch
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Canyon Junction
Perched on the warm hood of the car, four bodies squeeze close. Heads cocked high, faces skyward, the veil of dark interrupted only when headlights become searchlights along canyon walls, travelling back and forth descending the switchbacks. Spitters and spatters of blinking light smudged like chalk on a blackboard – tracing shapes with our fingers and reciting names of patterns learned long ago.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
origins
11 hours later -
Anticipation guides quick steps. Gear rocking back and forth as my hips move with each step, sloshing precious water in bottles strapped in for protection - early eager progression on the trail. The task, the goal – hours of arduous movement ahead, gladly accepted with fresh energy. As the hours tick, as the way is obscured, small personal tests first frustrate then conquer – move on – ignore the burn, the ache in your bones. Fight, plug, plot, ‘til the walls close. The shallow quick water rushes and cascades spilling from deep cold pools of refreshment. Polar opposite to the suffocating heat, the constricting cold grabs your lungs and expels the gasp. Moments of beauty, of giddiness, of relaxation before the pain and burn return. More aware of the light, the tests seem amplified – momentarily crushing. But time is more the hazard than the obstacles I scramble over, around, through or go under. Simple on surface, returning the way you came, small steps in this grand space. To miss what little mark has been left would condem. The way barely revealed up the wall, snaking on crumbling, loose particles to the rim and the flat path back. Anticipation guides the quick stumbling steps on legs 11 hours tired.
CSL
Anticipation guides quick steps. Gear rocking back and forth as my hips move with each step, sloshing precious water in bottles strapped in for protection - early eager progression on the trail. The task, the goal – hours of arduous movement ahead, gladly accepted with fresh energy. As the hours tick, as the way is obscured, small personal tests first frustrate then conquer – move on – ignore the burn, the ache in your bones. Fight, plug, plot, ‘til the walls close. The shallow quick water rushes and cascades spilling from deep cold pools of refreshment. Polar opposite to the suffocating heat, the constricting cold grabs your lungs and expels the gasp. Moments of beauty, of giddiness, of relaxation before the pain and burn return. More aware of the light, the tests seem amplified – momentarily crushing. But time is more the hazard than the obstacles I scramble over, around, through or go under. Simple on surface, returning the way you came, small steps in this grand space. To miss what little mark has been left would condem. The way barely revealed up the wall, snaking on crumbling, loose particles to the rim and the flat path back. Anticipation guides the quick stumbling steps on legs 11 hours tired.
CSL
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
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