EMPTIED GESTURES BY HEATHER HANSEN
LA, New Orleans-based Artist Heather Hansen (tumblr) - "Emptying Gestures is an experiment in kinetic drawing. In this series, I am searching for ways to download my movement directly onto paper, emptying gestures from one form to another and creating something new in the process."
Photos by Bryan Tarnowski
A great idea perfectly brought to life.
Room with a view. #tentcity#campbelldoolittlewedding#valdesisland
As an aside, this is one of the ways I think the mainstream gay movement’s insistence on the “born this way” narrative does a lot of us a disservice: Straight people now assume that all queer folks have same-sex attractions from approximately the time we take our first steps, and that, since sexual orientation is immutable and unchanging, any hesitation in determining who you want to bone is evidence that you’re actually just jonesing for attention and should not be taken seriously. This is insulting nonsense: your attractions are valid even if they showed up last Thursday and will be gone in a month, but people get really attached to the idea that longevity makes an identity real.
This paragraph from the latest edition of Ask a Queer Chick is beautiful and perfect and I want to shout it from the rooftops and tattoo it on my body and refuse to have conversations with anyone until they’ve read it and reflected on it for an hour or so. (via ohhhmadeline)
I was juuuust reading this and nodding along emphatically. Lindsay King-Miller is the SHIT.
We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. We have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. It is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, I think, to be an organ and a blade. But, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. We make horrible mistakes. It’s how we learn. We breathe love. It’s how we learn. And it is inevitable.
An amateur orchid grower works in the window of his greenhouse in Silver Spring, Maryland, April 1971.Photograph by Gordon Gahan, National Geographic
I live for myself and I answer to nobody.
“I’ve had people say to me, really educated people, ‘I don’t have time for fiction.’ Well, what do you think literature is? That is what life is!” —John Waters
Crater Lake with smoke. (at Crater Lake National Park)