"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
Haruki Murakami (via
thatkindofwoman)
(Source: hellanne)
razorshapes:
Rafael Lozano-Hemmer - Pulse Spiral, 2008
“Pulse Spiral” is a three-dimensional spiral paraboloid made up of 400 lightbulbs arranged according to Fermat’s equations, —an efficient spatial distribution along a surface which is found in plant phyllotaxis (arrangement of leaves and cells in roots for example). The piece records and responds to the heart rate of participants who hold a sensor underneath. Commissioned for the opening of the Center for Contemporary Culture in Moscow in the constructivist Bakhmetevsky Bus Garage, the piece is inspired by engineer Vladimir Shukov who worked with Melnikov on this emblematic building from 1926-28.
"i don’t know how to start this, and perhaps that’s because i never got the chance to finish it. Either way, it’s well deserved on both ends and i am aware that it won’t make the impact i wish it to. So i thought i’d open my pages, and show you a few things that even i had mentally ripped out years ago, i hope you don’t mind that i speak as if i’ve known you for the entirety of my life… i’m sure you wouldn’t, but what an assumption to apply to a simple text. Writing as though i’ve felt things that i have the ability to articulate, let alone comprehend myself. Always so curious about the slow and quiet way, i was always moving too fast and whispering much too audibly. ‘The act of silence regards the act of noise by hating and exiling it.’ i remember when a dear friend of mine had written that to me on a napkin some time ago now… even then you were a part of my life. it’s humorous, the type of humor that starts out slightly smiling then solemnly pulls the corners of your lips down, your eyes become shadowed by furrowed brows and half closed eyelids. That humor eats at you. And i could damn the silence in hope that it would tell the noise how much i heed it…"
Rakishi, “So Goes the Smoke” circ. 1958. (via
lylaandblu)
Lord of all the earth and the universe
I’ll sing You a prayer, may my words be Yours
God of love and God of hope
The ballad of my failure is a mile long
Change the tune and make me sing a brand new song
Write a lovely melody
I float around this world like a fallen leaf
Grant me now the solace of Your sympathy
Draw me to yourself, make me more like You
Then and only then can I be made new
You’re steady as a stone and what that entails,
I’m weakness redefined, but your strength prevails
Pull my heart now to yourself
When the thunder of my faults wakes me up again
You put me in my bead and you tuck me in
God of comfort, God of peace
Bring me through the desert of my own design
And I’ll shine like the stars burning in the sky
Draw me to yourself, make me more like you
Give me the resolve to do what I must do
You took up Your cross and You paid the price
Someday I will be with You in paradise
Give me strength to do the same
You’re beautiful as music from a violin
Break all of the bonds that I’ve constructed, then
Draw me to Yourself, make me more like You
Then and only then will I be made new
by Ryan Kingsmith
If I ever needed grace, it’s now
You are strong when I am weak, somehow
I am weak enough to see
I need You to cover me
If I ever needed grace, it’s now
In every joy and pain
Whatever comes my way
God I need Your grace
Self identity project! Not my best work, but I’m happy with it still.
Also, took my first bath ever last night! It was wonderful.
Went to the butterfly grove today :)