Osmia Avosetta are solitary bees that build their nests by biting petals off of flowers, flying them back one by one, and gluing them together often using nectar as glue. Each nest is a papermache work of art that houses a single bee egg. (via)
You Work Wonders.
Bonjour!
My name is Kotori. I'm a student studying Art History and I aspire to be an Art Dealer one day. I tend to be very blunt with people and let them know what reality is, instead of sugar coating things. Honesty is the policy, yes? My mother tells me I'm a Philosopher-in-the-Making. Great title? I do believe so.
I live in New York and as much as I love New York City, I hope to be able to travel one day to great places like Paris and Rome, and Singapore and Tokyo.
I'm also a violinist and a painter. What else? OH.. I bake for the fun of it. P.S. I have a tiny infatuation with candles.
So anywho, let's get off on a good start, so tell me... Why is it that all of us bloggers get together here and we type and type and type and people follow us based on our beliefs and personality and why you're still reading this because by now your mouse should be going to that "follow" button, and lalala I'm stalling, quit reading this and click it.
Okay thanks ^^
My name is Kotori. I'm a student studying Art History and I aspire to be an Art Dealer one day. I tend to be very blunt with people and let them know what reality is, instead of sugar coating things. Honesty is the policy, yes? My mother tells me I'm a Philosopher-in-the-Making. Great title? I do believe so.
I live in New York and as much as I love New York City, I hope to be able to travel one day to great places like Paris and Rome, and Singapore and Tokyo.
I'm also a violinist and a painter. What else? OH.. I bake for the fun of it. P.S. I have a tiny infatuation with candles.
So anywho, let's get off on a good start, so tell me... Why is it that all of us bloggers get together here and we type and type and type and people follow us based on our beliefs and personality and why you're still reading this because by now your mouse should be going to that "follow" button, and lalala I'm stalling, quit reading this and click it.
Okay thanks ^^
Opens Tomorrow, Mar 1, 6-8p:
Corinne Wasmuht: New Works
Friedrich Petzel Gallery, 537 W22nd St., NYC
Wasmuht’s large-scale, multi-layered oil paintings are generated from an array of abstracted and overlapping photographic imagery that she sources from a combination of the Internet and her own personal photographs. The images, both appropriated and her own, mine daily life, nature, science and art, fusing into staged abstracted productions. She applies countless translucent thin layers of paint onto wooden boards that have been repeatedly whitewashed and polished, making her pictures shine and appear to be illuminated from behind while giving their surfaces an immateriality that is full of movement. - thru April 28
Excruciating… by Kotori K.
Blow out the candles,
Pull back the white fluffy covers,
Crawl into bed,
Sink into it and stare up at the barren ceiling,
Let out a big sigh,
And let redundant thoughts forcefully cradle me to sleep.
It’s always been this way,
And insomnia seems to be as strong as a man holding one at gunpoint,
I want to feel a sense of belonging,
But it’s excruciatingly tough when ignorance was stepping on my fingers as I desperately held onto the edge of the cliff.
It’s hard to overlook and bring acceptance into view,
Because they’ll never know the struggles,
The constant internal battles,
The strong desires to run away from everything,
The self hatred,
The self torture,
And the nights when tears were my only companion.
It’s too late now,
To even understand a minute,
Because the clock has been ticking since then,
And it made hours turn into years,
And I believe time has determined that they waited too long,
Because time waits for no one.
Momentous… by Kotori K.
I stood on the bridge over the highway,
Looking out at the cars,
It was two in the morning,
And I don’t know why I was out here.
All I know is that I felt at ease,
And there was something calming in the moment,
The momentous sound as each car speeded by,
The white and red lights blending together in the distance,
The cool breeze that caressed my face every so often,
And the man next to me.
I took his hand in mine,
And he pulled me closer,
I felt safe in that moment,
Safer than the four bare walls of my house.
And as this safe feeling tingled every bit of my body,
I let my head rest on his chest and sighed,
He was warm; I felt it transfer to me,
I turned around and stared into his eyes,
His eyes stared right back without a budge,
And even in the darkness of two o’clock a.m.,
I saw the hues of his piercing hazel eyes,
And I saw him mellow down,
As I felt him melt into me,
And I’ll never forget the words he said,
“You’re the one.”
Both of our heartbeats accelerated at once,
As if they had morphed together in the end.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
J Dilla - Nag Champa Orchestral Mix
from Like Water For Chocolate - 2000
and Suite for Ma Dukes - 2009Every February during the anniversary week of his birth and death I find myself drawn deep into the music of James Yancey [he would have been 38 today]. Two years ago at this time I first performed his work, and am already looking forward to the next opportunity.
My annual gift to Dilla on his birthday is spreading his music, so two wrapped CD copies of Suite for Ma Dukes given to me by Miguel Atwood-Ferguson and Mochilla are going out to Tumblr followers. Drop me a line with a note about what Dilla’s music means to you or like/reblog this post and I’ll randomly select two recipients.
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1Q84 Giveaway.
I finished reading it a few weeks ago, and now it’s just sitting on my shelf with the other Murakami books I’ve read. I feel like it belongs in someone else’s hands now, because it was truly an amazing novel. 1Q84 is an international best seller. Simply reading Murakami’s novels will make you want to escape into his world. I’ll throw a nice note with the book, too.
Rules are plain and simple.
1.) There’s no need to follow me at all.
2.) Just reblog the post, as much as you’d like.
Since it’s Friday today, the contest will end next Friday at midnight eastern time. February 10th, 2012. The winner will be randomly chosen.
“This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.“ ―1Q84.
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Stunning long exposures of fireflies at dusk by Tsuneaki Hiramatsu – a dream of summer at the onset of another wintery month.
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This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message. If you care about your followers please reblog.
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