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The young keymaker creates...
Skippy envisioned his universe with the help of the incredible and inspiring new collection from 8f8 entitled Forgotten Secrets!
The little man created his world with the following:
Within The Ruins, Treasured Memories, Old Truth, Locked in Silence, Private Knowledge, Deartime, Distant Calling, Key is in the Bottle, Broken But Mended, Stuck in Time, Letting Go, Time to Break Free, Prosperity, Peace and Happiness, Karma, Love, Ibi's Tin Robot, and His Little Ride, which are all part of the Forgotten Secrets Collection!
I want to send a special thank you to my beloved friend iBi for helping to make our world a more magical, story-rich, and love-filled place.
Keep creating. Keep loving.
And keep shining so bright, everyone!
Together we will change the world. We hold the key!
walked around APAP* with mP a few days ago. def one of those must sees when in Seoul. very unexpected project, loads of art & architectural works spread out in an area known mainly for buddhism & mediation. the works aren't very visible from the road, so it's nice to happen upon them while you're strolling through the hills. most of the other people were healthy ajoshis & ajumas out on their daily constitutional.
found this this ajoshi quietly singing to himself in one of the project structures. trying find the names of all the works & artsts/designers in English. from what i've heard, these are some of the participants...MVRDV (Netherlands), Vita Acconci, Didier Fiuza Faustino, Alvaro Siza etc
*Anyang Public Art Project 2005 / City of Anyang / Korea
100 Artists and Works
13 architects and 38 artists for permanent work
23 artists for temporary installations
"New Trend of Architecture" exhibition by 20 architects.
"These doors lead to many places... Hidden places; but one door is special. One door leads to the source." The Keymaker
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Ever since the 2nd Matrix movie introduced its 'keymaker' character, whenever I see a locksmith's shop, I always assume the guy inside is a doppelganger for Korean-American actor Randall Duk Kim, whose performance in the role was the highlight of a brilliant sequel.
I once lived in an apartment that had a fingerprint sensor to unlock the front door, which was awesome until the 9V battery died... there is something very reassuring about an old fashioned key that IoT has yet to replicate.
Interesting fact - this locksmith shop seems abandoned; the window front was horribly dusty, and I had to resort to lightroom's 'dehaze' function to make that disappear.
Born in 1951 on this very corner of Chow Kit road, Mr Hau began working as a key smith at the age of 16. He has been working at this little road side stall ever since then. He has two children and he has successfully educated and married them off.
I remember this stall as a child looking at it from the window of my father's car. I just had to stop and ask him if he was the same man in my memory. He laughed and told me "I have been here for over 40 years so I guess I must be him". I was thrilled.
Mr. Haw is what he said I should call him. We chatted for a good 40 minutes. He gave me a brief history of this corner. What it used to be like when he was a child, as a teenager and as the sole proprietor of this fine street stall.
He says that he sometimes takes calls. The day I met him he told me that he had just gone elsewhere to make a key for someone who locked himself out of his car. The money on those jobs are much better. I asked him how much longer will he work. His answer was "As long as I can. I'll go crazy staying at home". And when I asked him if I could take his photograph, he more than obliged.
A very talented man with a penchant for making keys.
My project of public portraits. I've given myself a project of photographing different people from all walks of life. The project requires me to get a little information about what they do or why they were there. Its a little inquisition to the people I share my environment with. The numeral preceding the title indicates the photograph number in the sequence.
This photograph was featured on Spotlight Seven
©2008 Vignes Balasingam
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IAPLC works for 2013. Our best placement is 46th this year from Balazs Farkas - keymaker / Green Aqua
"There is a building. Inside this building there is a level where no elevator can go, and no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places. Hidden places. But one door is special. One door leads to the source.”
― The Keymaker (The Matrix Reloaded)
Final Photo Shooting of Keymaker latest tank to the IAPLC2014
Aquascape by Balazs Farkas / Green Aqua - Hungary
IAPLC works for 2013. Our best placement is 46th this year from Balazs Farkas - keymaker / Green Aqua
Client project made by Balázs Farkas - Keymaker.
A beautiful ADA setup 120P tank in a minimal style for easier maintenance.
check out the online preview to my feature in the next edition of New York Arts Mag:
oh, by the way, the hearing story ended with a dead end, so here's a try at something new, at something that's really interesting me, this keymaker has a lot to tell me. god, storytelling, in photos or words, is what keeps every moment thrilling. I don't know why the world aren't artists/writers.
The Master Key
"The key maker lived in a house with 37 rooms. Of course, each of these rooms was locked with a different, ornately designed key which he kept on a ring in his pocket. He loved to lock and unlock things—there were padlocks on his drawers, windows, front gate, and shutters. There were locks to open up his bathroom medicine cabinet, his pantry, and his icebox. He’d even put locks in places that had nothing to open—in the walls, with foreign shaped keyholes and gilded with gold, silver, and stone. He was a man proud of his work, and he was so comfortable with the language of keys that he could simply look at one of the hundreds of locks and feel the shape of the proper bittings in his pocket, without even looking at the ring. He polished each keyhole every day, so that the smooth click of the gears swinging to would be as satisfying as on the first day they were crafted.
He lived in a town with burglary and murder as an everyday occurrence—he was a smart man as well as a dedicated one, and he was correct in predicting that this was the proper place for him to live. People lined up at his door for locks and keys; the poor and the rich together (even the thieves, who wanted to protect their loot). He served them all; mixed metal keys with two teeth for the poor, and heavy, silver beauties with enameled torques and jeweled fobs for the wealthy, a skill which he considered an art.
There was no question that he was capable of making a master key, one that made walls as palpable as butter and every building, from mansions to factories, a palace in which he could romp. And logically he had one. But in terms of the safety of his own home, he was extremely paranoid. He thought about all the people that could target him, envious of his marble baths, heated aquarium (in which a mermaid swam, swam, swam all day long), and ceiling to floor fireplaces, which, when lit, made the wall seem as if it was alight. He knew that other lock-makers were capable of making master keys, and that there were many thieves particularly trained at picking locks and listening to the hum of the bolts so as to charm them into sliding open. He wanted to make his home a fortress, where every possible entrance, window, or crack was padlocked with an ingeniously designed double-sided key. His doors were of pure steel and the locks were indomitable to anyone but him, with his carefully guarded ring of pretties. Any master key, even his own (which was far superior to any other key existing), would not open his doors. However, his master key was more than a master key—it opened any lock, even ones that weren’t of his design. No matter if the lock was a pin tumbler, tubular, a lever lock, or something entirely different altogether, his master key sung to their defensive slots. While his own locks were supreme protectors, every other one was like a trembling doe in the face of his master key.
And so it was that each night the key maker would live a different life, one in which nothing was hidden and everything was attainable. He didn’t steal—he did something much more rewarding. He learned about the things that made families dart their eyes or change the subject. He uncovered men’s pasts, and the words that made them cower. As everyone else was in bed, the constant vibrations of his master key were soporifics. The key maker, free to do as he wished, would light bonfires out of the trash left in bins. He would hammer nails into the marbled corridors of anyone he disliked, all the while the key singing its tune. He hated bounties of them, even the ones that handed him lumps of powdered gold. He hated them because they were cowards and because they were hypocrites, sitting on couches of pinned back skin, complaining of the cow’s skin when they wobbled in their own gray fat. He hated them because they were proud, and greedy, and disgusting, but they tricked themselves into thinking they were not.
This was what the key maker thought, and so he paid it all back to them at night, when his keys were like a cape, and his fingers like wands. He often asked himself if he was a key-maker or a lock-maker. He didn’t know whether he spent more time opening doors or fastening them."
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