This is a random assortment of things that inspire me to create art...
Craftsmanship by Jake Weidmann, the youngest master penman in the world.
“The unskilled genius may have the vision, but he or she is condemned to failing it, without first acquiring the eloquence of skill.” Daniel Maidman
"The Virgin Rainbow," an opalized fossil.
LINES LOST AMONG TREES
by Billy Collins
These are not the lines that came to me
while walking in the woods
with no pen
and nothing to write on anyway.
They are gone forever,
a handful of coins
dropped through the grate of memory,
along with the ingenious mnemonic
I devised to hold them in place-
all gone and forgotten
before I had returned to the clearing of lawn
in back of our quiet house
with its jars jammed with pens,
its notebooks and reams of blank paper,
its desk and soft lamp,
its table and the light from its windows.
So this is my elegy for them,
those six or eight exhalations,
the braided rope of syntax,
the jazz of the timing,
and the little insight at the end
wagging like the short tail
of a perfectly obedient spaniel
sitting by the door.
This is my envoy to nothing
where I say Go, little poem-
not out into the world of strangers' eyes,
but off to some airy limbo,
home to lost epics,
unremembered names,
and fugitive dreams
such as the one I had last night,
which, like a fantastic city in pencil,
erased itself
in the bright morning air
just as I was waking up.
by Billy Collins
These are not the lines that came to me
while walking in the woods
with no pen
and nothing to write on anyway.
They are gone forever,
a handful of coins
dropped through the grate of memory,
along with the ingenious mnemonic
I devised to hold them in place-
all gone and forgotten
before I had returned to the clearing of lawn
in back of our quiet house
with its jars jammed with pens,
its notebooks and reams of blank paper,
its desk and soft lamp,
its table and the light from its windows.
So this is my elegy for them,
those six or eight exhalations,
the braided rope of syntax,
the jazz of the timing,
and the little insight at the end
wagging like the short tail
of a perfectly obedient spaniel
sitting by the door.
This is my envoy to nothing
where I say Go, little poem-
not out into the world of strangers' eyes,
but off to some airy limbo,
home to lost epics,
unremembered names,
and fugitive dreams
such as the one I had last night,
which, like a fantastic city in pencil,
erased itself
in the bright morning air
just as I was waking up.
 
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Nimbus, 2010 by Berndaut Smilde
 
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God's Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs -- Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings |
 
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The Gospel of John
Chapter 1:1-19 1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. 6 There was a man sent from God whose name was John. 7 He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. 8 He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. 9 The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. 10 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. 11 He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— 13 children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. 14 The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
Kintsugi - the art of redemption |
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is... from The Four Quartets,
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The Artmaking of the Bowerbird... from LIFE
Cueva de los Cristales
Glow Worm Cave
Art after death ...THE JOHNNY CASH PROJECT
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Love—is anterior to Life-- 
Basically, Popular Mechanics blog and zine for digital age.
 
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Flip The Script by Christian Acker - Graffiti is one of the last reservoirs of highly refined, well practiced penmanship. The most reviled and persecuted form of Graffiti, the tag, is seldom appreciated for the raw beauty of its skeletal letter forms. Most tags are removed immediately, and thus the casual viewer seldom has a chance to discern the difference between entry level and advanced hand styles.
Within the pages of Flip the Script, author Christian Acker has systematically analyzed a cross section of American graffiti hand styles, contextualizing the work of graffiti writers from around the United States. Acker presents the various lettering samples in a clean organized format, giving the material a proper, formal treatment evoking classic typography books.
224 pages, Hardcover, 8 ̋ x 10.5 ̋ (178 x 229 mm)
100s of 2-color illustrations, English ISBN: 978-1-58423-460-9
Within the pages of Flip the Script, author Christian Acker has systematically analyzed a cross section of American graffiti hand styles, contextualizing the work of graffiti writers from around the United States. Acker presents the various lettering samples in a clean organized format, giving the material a proper, formal treatment evoking classic typography books.
224 pages, Hardcover, 8 ̋ x 10.5 ̋ (178 x 229 mm)
100s of 2-color illustrations, English ISBN: 978-1-58423-460-9
When love beckons to you, follow him, |
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This Captured Lightning® sculpture was created by injecting a block of acrylic with trillions of high-speed electrons from a 5 million volt particle accelerator.
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Fordite, also known as Detroit agate, is old automobile paint which has hardened sufficiently to be cut and polished.
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Manganese nodules form in the ocean over millions of years, sometimes around a prehistoric sharks tooth.
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Furniture maker Greg Klassen
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Product designer Hilla Shamia
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Eric Standley - laser cut paper
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Tim's Vermeer - the journey of one inventor to figure out how Vermeer painted so realistically.
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All of Gandhi's worldly posessions
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The Hidden Face of God
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The Hidden Face of God
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The Hidden Face of God, 2014 by Jed Malitz
Winter Light, 2014
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Winter Light
2014 Justin Sorenson light dimensions variable What began as a quiet attempt to sign my name among the stars, instead became an unacknowledged gesture, lost in the middle of a silent February landscape. |
Kawika Singson On Fire
On fire: Kawika Singson was shooting in the volcanoes of Hawaii, which was so hot his tripod and shoes caught alight
