Maria Nepomuceno

Maria Nepomuceno makes wonderfilled things!
Go see two new pieces at Victoria Miro if you get the chance.

Sunday Tune

Sunday Tune

Marieta Chirulescu

I fell in love with Marieta Chirulescu's work when i came across it recently and i cannot explain why, i just felt the need to keep looking. If you would like to look some more click here or go to the new White Cube in Bermondsey.

I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
Even such a shell the universe itself
Is to the ear of faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power,
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless Agitation.

- William Wordsworth: The Excursion. Book iv.

The Aquadettes

"It's the same as the Olympic sport," says Valerie Andrews Link, the coach and, at 57, baby of the team. "But we're 40 pounds heavier, 40 years older, 40 miles an hour slower."

via The guardian

jameshenkel via allthemountains

David de a Mano and Pablo S. Herrero

David de la Mano and Pablo S. Herrero via woostercollective

Boo!

Poem by Richard Brautigan via collectionof

via old-chum

Uncle John Scruggs

By German artist Regine Ramseier as part of ArToll Summer Lab 2011 via thisiscolossal

emersonmerrick

Baron Wells

Hand painted botanical tees.
baron-wells

Sunday Tune

 

(Sources tgarrison, cavetocanvas, thememoryatlas, dreamcollectivejewelry)

Yes!
Source blackbook

Erin Gilke

All images belong to Erin Gilkes.
See here and buy here.

Bruno Barbey: Bargello Museum, 1984. © Bruno Barbey / Magnum Photos.
via evencleveland

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
  Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
  Whom Jove's great Son to her glad Husband gave,
  Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,
  Purification in the old Law did save,
  And such, as yet once more I trust to have
  Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
  Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight,
  Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
  But O as to embrace me she enclin'd
  I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

John Milton, Sonnet XXIII - On his deceased wife. 1658.

from here 

via here

Vivre Sa Vie - Nana's Dance

Time, Ourselves and Coloured Things

Time, Ourselves, and Coloured Things, Macdonald Educational (A Unit For Teachers), published for the Schools Council by MacDonald Educational Ltd., London, 1972-1973.
Found via stoppingoffplace

Emily Green

Emily Green's ingenious use of Fimo (my childhood craft material of choice...) LOVE.

via here

Hello Autumn!

III. Nature, XXVIII, Autumn

The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Emily Dickinson

Image. Andy Goldsworthy: Yellow Elm Leaves Laid over a Rock, Low Water. October 15, 1991. Scaur Water, Dumfriesshire, Scotland.

Feist - How Come You Never Go There

 
Georgia O'Keeffe. Alfred Stieglitz, photograph, 1920.

Scarfshop

Scarfshop
Right. Silk, dye and knitting needles here i come!