Iceland, winter 2012-13.
Love Conquers All
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
BY WALT WHITMAN
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Don’t read in the dark, you’ll ruin your eyes.
"Blessed are the people who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing."
Camille Pissarro
Memorial for the British victims of the 2004 Tsunami (at the Natural History Museum, London)
Saatchi Gallery
So I started scanning flowers the other day. I like when they fold over, as if they’re shy.
I was lucky enough to meet Kirsty and Emma of APFEL (A Practice For Everyday Life) this afternoon. After avoiding them all day in the workshop, I finally mustered up the courage to have a chat. So nervous! Haha. Unfortunately they’ve not updated for awhile, but work can be found here.
Stine and I wasted the morning pouring over beautiful type.
"The only ones for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything, at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
Jack Kerouac
An Gee Chan (MA Printmaking)
