La main sur la tête, Strasbourg, May 2013.
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Bruce Nauman - Changing Light Corridor with Rooms, 1971
During the 1960s and 1970s, Nauman created various claustrophobic and enclosed spaces that were designed to disorientate his audiences. In this installation, a long corridor is shrouded in darkness, whilst two rooms on either side are illuminated by bulbs that are timed to flash at different rates. The particular length and width of the corridor, together with the intensity of the intermittent lights, function to direct our movements as we traverse the space. No longer simply passive spectators, Nauman transforms us into active participants who are nevertheless controlled and manipulated by his reconstruction of the gallery’s layout. [National Galleries of Scotland]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/eab201fbc964d3539e52094e7d2e032a/tumblr_mn8kb7BFQU1qdrgo9o1_500.jpg)
Bruce Nauman - Changing Light Corridor with Rooms, 1971
During the 1960s and 1970s, Nauman created various claustrophobic and enclosed spaces that were designed to disorientate his audiences. In this installation, a long corridor is shrouded in darkness, whilst two rooms on either side are illuminated by bulbs that are timed to flash at different rates. The particular length and width of the corridor, together with the intensity of the intermittent lights, function to direct our movements as we traverse the space. No longer simply passive spectators, Nauman transforms us into active participants who are nevertheless controlled and manipulated by his reconstruction of the gallery’s layout. [National Galleries of Scotland]
The Wheel House is a live performance in which two acrobatic performers entertain audiences with the slow-paced rolling travel of their mobile home. The project is produced by Acrojou Circus Theatre, a group formed in 2006 by artistic directors Jeni Barnard and Barney White.
"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it."
— Ernest Hemingway (via sorakeem)
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"Do you know what a poem is, Esther?”
“No, what?” I would say.
“A piece of dust.”
Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say,
“So are the people you think you’re curing. They’re dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together."
“No, what?” I would say.
“A piece of dust.”
Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say,
“So are the people you think you’re curing. They’re dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together."
— The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
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"I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit."
— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via cottonbutts)
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Holy fuck looks at these fucking badasses
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God bless Adventure Time
Life.
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