Hey guys, I've been doing a lot of looking instead of writing. I've been completely addicted to Pinterest.com. It's an online pinboard/tearsheet box. I hate tumblr. I'd rather have real posts with real writing (HAHA OOPS THIS POST SUCKS) or art pieces versus an un-trackable, mishmash of stream-of-consciousness journal-y stuff (which is often affected since it's public, so there's gotta be some mental edit of "how do i want people to perceive my stream-of-consciousness" which negates the activity), BUT (oh geez clauses) if you want to check out just a bunch of things I find pretty, check this out.
As far as I am aware, you don't need to be a member in order to look at my pins. Let me know if that's not the case.
http://pinterest.com/thrimpth/pins/
Showing posts with label pretty things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pretty things. Show all posts
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Visit The Frick Collection
No Title
I'm alone, but it's okay
All around me are inky memories
But the cows, the cows are real.
They low and their calls
Are like blotches absorbing into canvas
Like the way you forget:
Fibers take fluid
Distort and pull apart
Dark reaching out, out
Thoughts spreading into the blank
Maybe,
Maybe I could press my face against the trees
Press my eyes against the sky
Maybe I could vaporize,
Soak the air like the low, lowing of cows.
Rule: Visit The Frick. You just should. Lots of things to inspire.
I really, really thought about titling this "Cows Cows Cows," or "Ink-Cow-Memory Jam," but then I had a bratwurst and I realized that would be absolutely horrible and would drive people to claw their faces off and then try to find me and set me on fire.
Extra rule: Once you've eaten all the bratwurst, there is no more bratwurst. This makes Sandy sad. Like, really sad. Sad enough to create a rule about it.
I'm alone, but it's okay
All around me are inky memories
But the cows, the cows are real.
They low and their calls
Are like blotches absorbing into canvas
Like the way you forget:
Fibers take fluid
Distort and pull apart
Dark reaching out, out
Thoughts spreading into the blank
Maybe,
Maybe I could press my face against the trees
Press my eyes against the sky
Maybe I could vaporize,
Soak the air like the low, lowing of cows.
The Lake by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot from The Frick Collection
Rule: Visit The Frick. You just should. Lots of things to inspire.
I really, really thought about titling this "Cows Cows Cows," or "Ink-Cow-Memory Jam," but then I had a bratwurst and I realized that would be absolutely horrible and would drive people to claw their faces off and then try to find me and set me on fire.
Extra rule: Once you've eaten all the bratwurst, there is no more bratwurst. This makes Sandy sad. Like, really sad. Sad enough to create a rule about it.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Pretty things!
I love glass as a material. So pretty.
Specifically, I've always had a love of cups, glasses, and bottles in all sorts of shapes and sizes. How pretty are these coupes?
Rule: Once you've identified your favorite materials, don't go nutso and surround yourself with an unruly mass of it. If you must collect, you must also learn to arrange. This is what prevents "Hoarders" from knocking at your door.
Specifically, I've always had a love of cups, glasses, and bottles in all sorts of shapes and sizes. How pretty are these coupes?
Photo credit: BHLDN Website
Rule: Once you've identified your favorite materials, don't go nutso and surround yourself with an unruly mass of it. If you must collect, you must also learn to arrange. This is what prevents "Hoarders" from knocking at your door.
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