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The sculpture is a large representation of the hand of Tasset’s wife, Judy Ledgerwood, who is a celebrated contemporary abstract painter. Tasset is best known for his brightly colored, large-scale sculptures that draw from the visual language of American roadside advertising.
Holding Hands @ Sunway Pyramid Shopping Mall, Petaling Jaya
Selangor, Malaysia
On Explore #12, 14 Feb 2009
This is a skeleton hand that I bought. It is meant to be used to portray a skeleton coming out of the ground but I used it here to hold some sweets. I also used a spider web and spiders underneath the hand.
The whole thing is lit by two tea lights as I thought the lighting would suit and it gives of some nice soft lighting too.
...the B&W version.
:)))
I decided to post it.
I like it better.
Thank you, Maureen, for encouraging me.
:))
Using a mobile phone to capture the funky dance moves of a group of street performers in Hongdae, Seoul, Korea
Random 34-second stop-motion (all photos are SOOC) from when my drama class got our scripts yesterday. :) I'm so excited for this play. SO excited.
This is NOT the stop-motion I did with Sarah last weekend.
I'm kind of addicted to stop-motions by now... Heh.
Listen to the whole song here. It's so incredible.
Also, PRINT GIVEAWAY? Join it. :)
This is my last day of being fifteen. I'm old.
"May we live in peace without weeping. May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing. And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating."
- Irish Blessing
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The kids were playin in the garden, i suddenly hear "tweet tweet".. hmm i wonder....
i go to the next room n i find the bird resting on the head of one of the children, as if the hair was a nest.
We feed the lill guy some bread crumbs, then we go outside but he simply rests in my hand befor hearing his mum call and fly's away.
farewell lill one..
Mil perdões. Sumi!
Não abandonei vocês, mas estive ocupada com esse negócio de ser madrinha de casamento.
Para mulher não é simples como para os homens que só precisam vestir um terno, fazer a barba e pentear o cabelo. rs
Deu trabalho, mas fiquei bem feliz com tudo =)
Depois fiquei ocupada com essa loucura de Lojinha. Mas eu precisava fazer isso logo. Afinal, ninguém paga minhas contas né? rs
Também andei ocupada com outras coisinhas aqui em casa, problemas de famÃlia.
Mas problema quem não tem, né?
Talvez eu suma mais um pouco, porque quinta feira é meu aniversário e eu não estou nem um pouco afim de comemorações.
Mas eu volto! Prometo! Por enquanto, me perdoem a ausência...
=(
true story:
When I was in elementary school, we occasionally had a substitute teacher whose name escapes me, but I clearly recall her nickname. We called her The Bell Witch.
She was old. And yeah, I know that when you're eight everyone seems old, but seriously. She was OLD. She wore a long black dress, high-necked and severe, and her gray hair was scraped back into a tight bun. She had a dry, raspy voice, and she never smiled.
The woman scared the hell out of me.
But above all that, this is the thing I will always remember: she did not believe in recess or outside play. When recess time came around, rather than letting us scatter outdoors and run off our obnoxious and perfectly natural childhood energies, she made us all sit at our desks and write this same phrase over and over: Idle Hands Are The Devil's Workshop.
Quite honestly, even then ... at that tender age ... I was puzzled. Children at play rarely exhibit idle hands. And I had no idea what The Devil's Workshop was, but it seemed rather fascinating and exotic and as lurid as an eight-year-old's day-glo imagination would allow ... like one of the illustrations in an unabridged book of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
The phrase has fed my imagination these many years, both humorously and philosophically ... it has become the punch line to many a bad joke; it has also remained a point to ponder. Are idle hands truly the devil's workshop?
Or is it more likely that malice and discontent take root and flourish in an idle mind?