View Larger My dad’s fine photography. Titled “Duck on a Stool.” Here’s his artist statement:
this is a neo-structural composition that contrasts idealism with realism—i think
View Larger The air around us was pretty thick. But in the twilight, after supper, we strolled up to an overlook, where we could watch the light fade behind mile-high mountains. Vast stretches of pure air swept far across the valley, to a line of clouds hovering above the distant Nass River. The only sounds were wind, water, and birdcalls. No lights were visible other than the evening star.
Can we please move to the woods now? (via Deep in the Woods | VICE)
View Larger Francesca Woodman, Untitled, New York, 1979-80; gelatin silver print
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A floating, filling, flimsy feeling.
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