Mad as hell

"Mad As Hell" by Aaron Leming.  I did a little bit of research. Apparently, this kind of letter working is an example of kinetic typography. The actual text was taken from the 1976 cult film "network".

I ran into this clip today, or rather, it ran in to me. Listening to it, I felt like being set free. I was so amazed at the feeling that I just had to laugh out loud. So far, I have not stuck my head of the window and yelled, but the idea is growing on me.

A feather on the breath of God

Today I lost my temper. Not visibly, but inside. I spend some time in anger, even retalliating. Which is probably for the best, as the guy in question is quite dense and would not get the message any other way. But the whole thing gave me a headache. As I cycled home, I decided not to listen to an audiobook but to a documentary about Hildegard von Bingen.
I wished I had done so this morning. Her music is so beautiful, so pure and cleansing. Just what the doctor ordered. The documentary also cited some of her poetry:

The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along

Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.

Tree of life

"Tree of Life "by Faupel-Art.org

Today I was asked what I would look like  if I were a tree. I rather enjoyed that question. I did a little drawing. Maybe I will redo it as a private work of art. Even post it here :-)

I spent some time wondering what kind of tree I want to be when I grow up. I found this image on a website supporting charities such as Friends of the Earth, Greenpeace and Amnesty International.
Have a look at the image. The colours are heartbreakingly beautiful, inspiring thoughts of love and innocense. Of  life and hope and courage and harmony. Connecting energies. Clean, clean air. Yes..

Pixel people

Audrey Hepburn,  by Graig Alan

I found this image in this blog. There are more artists like Graig Alan: taking "tableau vivant" to a new level. Secretly I have always wanted to partake in one of these. I image it would be like being a conscious part of a work of art, a Creation. Or do I already exist as a pixel in  one or, perhaps,  many "tableaus"?

Mischmasch

"Stood beneath an orange sky" by Alice X Chang

The author of this picture (is it a design or a painting or an illustration - or does that not matter ?) is Alice X. Chang. She is from ... all over (born in China, grew up in Auckland, lived and worked as a graphic designer in New York City, London and Beijing).  She has worked as a graphic designer but according to one of her internet profiles, is currently moving to the fine arts. I have no idea how she classifies this picture, it is not even in the various portfolios she keeps on the internet. Interestingly, she has created "Mischmasch", a virtual gallery where contemporary artists display and auction or sell their own work. The word "mischmasch" comes from the German, meaning "a collection or mixture of things". I assume this initiative was born from her professed dislike of arrogant gallery owners. Alice does like "crazy people, funny people, art on the back streets, the moldy smell of old books, and typography". She really is a bit of a "mischmasch" herself, or at least her internet presence is: a bit of everything and all over the place. But perhaps one does not need to try for consistence in all things. Perhaps creative force may be freed up by the sheer enjoyment of not being consistent. I must think on that.

Imagine

Words-a-wing need a feather bed:-)

Big appetites

This picture is part of a series called "big appetites".
On his website the artist, Christopher Boffoli, decribes how he came about creating these ... a child's view of the adult world, where everything is larger than life, against the backdrop of food-  food being both a major health issue, but also "the sensual experience of eating accesses primal instincts that stretch back to the earliest days of our evolution".
Now I can relate to that! As a child I used  to dream about my favourite food, custard! Not english custard, Dutch custard, which was sold in half liter aluminium topped glass bottles  Eaten as cold as possible. I loved it so much, I used to dream about having a swimming pool full of it, and then diving in. Bliss! It is at least 20 years that I have indulged myself. Which, as I write this down, seems silly. Perhaps ..