Terrifying Sculptures by Mark Jenkins
Imagine walking around the corner and seeing one of these. American artist Mark Jenkins is fond of installing sculptures in public that hurtle you screaming into the uncanny valley.
Mark Jenkins actually came to our school about two years ago and installed one of his human-shape tape sculptures, as well as teaching us art students how to make our own! It was so cool. * w *
they’re sad
These elegantly simple transit map posters were the wonderful result of a collaboration between a graphic designer and an engineer. They are available for sale at lineposters.\
I really want Boston, Paris, and NYC. (but mainly Boston because y’know we rock)
So Paris’ transit system is basically one giant homage to the Flying Spaghetti Monster. What does it mean??
It’s February, and you know what that means!
Don’t forget to get your romantic interest one of these cards to demonstrate your true feelings!Use one of these with me and I’m yours for infinitely and beyond.
Now that I’ve had time to calm down,
I brought up Marxist theory to talk about gender and gender roles and how capitalism propagates misogyny and patriarchy during that discussion regarding feminism. Only one person verbally expressed that they agreed with my assessment.
The professor stood in front of the class, and kind of smirked before saying, “You know, my Dad listens to Right wing radio, and he always says, ‘Oh, you academics and your indoctrination of communism when really we have nothing to do with that at all. We’re just glad you can write a paper.’”
And I responded, “Oh, I don’t need any help with indoctrination in regards to communism or Marxist theory.”
And he said in a very condescending voice, “Clearly, well, at least you’re well-versed in it. I suppose that counts for something.”
And I retorted, “Oh, yeah, I’m far more well-versed and well-read on Marxist and leftist theory in general. Of course, I suppose it’s easy to just repudiate something you barely know about. That’s what we do in academia, right?”
He kind of froze momentarily and went on with the lesson like I didn’t say a thing. Throughout the lesson, he tried to collect himself, but he continued to stutter and fumble over his words.
I’m such an asshole, but I have no fucks to give.
BOW DOWN
TO THE MIGHTY LORD KIQUE
HE HAS COME
WITH HIS WINE
AND HIS GAYNESS
AND COMMUNISM
AND HIS BEARNESS
TO LIBERATE ALL HUMENS
FROM THE CONFINES OF ACADEMIA
ALL HAIL TEH LORD KIQUE
Don’t mind me just enjoying some ass-kicking
BEYOND GODLIKE
Hahaha! Nice one, Crusada! Where is this? And hello Steffi, why am I only following you now?
(Source: symbolique)
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings' wax unsignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowningThis painting. I remember this from a distant memory
We discussed this in class today.
You will never know how much this image means to me at this very second.
(Source: cynicalskin)
