Dali forming a skull entitled In Voluptas Mors (Photography by Philippe Halsman) - 1951.
I think it’s high time I told myself, once again, that I will start drawing, this time. Hey, maybe one day it’ll even work.>>
These Women Are About To Tell You Some Things That Are Absolutely None Of Your Business
Holy shit women on fire. This video gave me chills. If you do nothing at all today - watch this!
this shit is fucking A+++++++++++++++++ omg perfection
these ladies spittin’ some real shit ya’ll better pay attention
That world has arrived
going through my likes and bringing this back because it’s so fucking important
When I’m sad I remember this video exists that despite me not knowing the man who created this… he understands.
Fucking hell this is lovely. If you have a spare 7 minutes, which we all fucking do don’t lie, watch this.
Beautiful ‘flowers’ self-assemble in a beaker
With the hand of nature trained on a beaker of chemical fluid, the most delicate flower structures have been formed in a Harvard laboratory—and not at the scale of inches, but microns.
These minuscule sculptures, curved and delicate, don’t resemble the cubic or jagged forms normally associated with crystals, though that’s what they are. Rather, fields of carnations and marigolds seem to bloom from the surface of a submerged glass slide, assembling themselves a molecule at a time.
By simply manipulating chemical gradients in a beaker of fluid, Wim L. Noorduin, a postdoctoral fellow at the Harvard School of Engineering and Applied Sciences (SEAS) and lead author of a paper appearing on the cover of the May 17 issue of Science, has found that he can control the growth behavior of these crystals to create precisely tailored structures.
“For at least 200 years, people have been intrigued by how complex shapes could have evolved in nature. This work helps to demonstrate what’s possible just through environmental, chemical changes,” says Noorduin.
A couple of days ago at work an older lady walked up to me with her groceries, and before I could say the usual obligatory things (hello, how are you? *massive smile that I rarely manage*) to her, the first thing she says to me was ‘Katie wants Tom back, she must be mad.’ I stand there confused for a couple of seconds before asking her to repeat herself, and stand there for another good thirty seconds or so trying to figure out who the hell she was talking about, finally I did (oh, do you mean Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise?), and the look she gave me was as if to say ‘how did you only just figure that out?’ and she told me I need to wake up, blah blah blah, and I told her (smiling) that I barely pay attention to celebrities, and she didn’t say anything after that.
I just thought it was so strange that someone would even say that. Maybe if it was someone they knew who also apparently cared so much about celebrities lives, but not someone you don’t even know. And certainly not by way of greeting… And I definitely didn’t think me not knowing who she meant straight away was worthy of a lecture of sorts once I did realise.
But another older lady came in a bit after the first one and she was decidedly different. She told me ‘eat well, sleep well, don’t stress, be happy. Stress is bad, very bad for you. I’m still strong because of these things. And keep working. Don’t stay at home all the time doing nothing, being bored, keep occupied and active. Keep working, save your money so you can go away with your lovely husband, when you have one.’ Not exactly in that wording, but that was essentially all she said.
I liked her.
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).