Easy, yes? Now try this one, say the color, not the word:
Did you go notice the lag? It's one of the exercises used to assess your "brain age."
My brain has aged quite a bit over the last few weeks of studying here Plymouth. I've living on only a few hours of sleep, and after staring at the computer screen for hours on end and learning new programs, the whole world begins to look like John Sadowski's photo BEFORE you move the mouse over the image!
"It all began with an idea Frank Warren had for a community art project. He began handing out postcards to strangers and leaving them in public places -- asking people to write down a secret they had never told anyone and mail it to him, anonymously."
It's that time of year in this city Somewhere in Asia when we need the monsoon rains like the fish need water; all of Nature is longing in wait for the sky to open up its dark clouds after such a long, dry season of sun.
We all drink much more than we eat. We drink from gallon jugs all sorts of elixirs: warm water, cold water, watermelon juice, lime juice - with honey, and without- iced coffee, and iced tea. No matter how much we drink, it's never enough.
Send the rains, Mother Earth, Pachamama, the Buddha, Krishna, Allah, Yaweh, and Shiva.
Above my classroom whiteboard in colored letters, the quote “Be the change you wish to see in the world” by Gandhi spans the wall. The letters, cut out of construction paper, are six inches high, and laminated. Lately, though, I haven’t been thinking much about changing the world. I’ve been thinking about research papers, grading, my master's thesis, and the end-of-the-school-year wrap-up.
Not until last night, with the oppressive heat keeping so many of us in this country up until the wee hours of the night (and longing for the monsoon rains to begin), was I so deeply touched by a story that proved that living by this motto one can, indeed, make radical change possible. All it takes is a dream, a bit of integrity, compassion, and a deep love for all people. Photographer Zana Briski, director of Born into Brothelsand founder of Kids with Cameras is my latest hero.
On the picture are "women and crosses and coffins on a beach in Santa Monica", a few days ago. Do pay attention to the little figure on the bottom right side to have a better perspective of this performance. via new-art.blogspot, via moonriver
Everytime I visit Moon River, I’m blown away by the images (like this one, a 2003 Lithograph on BFK Rives watercolour paper) that I find.
South African artist Berni Searle could have entitled this series “Jump” or “Suicide” “Just after the Push” or “The Fall.” But no. Instead, she named it “Waiting”.
Why this title? Is the figure waiting to hit the water? Had he/she been waiting too long for someone, and decided to tie a large rock around the neck and jump into the ocean? Or is it a river? The Nile, perhaps? Does he/she like this fall, or hate it? Has he/she been pushed or thrown? Or, is the figure even FALLING?
The more I look at this image, the more I think it has a narrative: a before and an after.
Who do YOU think this person is? Why is he/she falling? And how does the title connect to the image?
The Eve of Chinese New Year we all met at the city's largest Chinese temple to burn paper money (which, in return, gets sent back to us by the gods, if we have good luck), follow the dragon dancers, and search for some good Chinese food.