Apr 14, 2021
Ce que les gens voient vs. ce que je vois
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Ce que les gens voient vs. ce que je vois
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“LIMINAL” by Wolfgang Buttress,
Tate Modern, Bankside, London SE1 9TG, United Kingdom
The installation alters the perception of its viewers through a variety of mirror, satin and matt aluminum panels. The artwork encourages passers-by to look through the kaleidoscopic lens which shapes an architectural painting of the Thames.
Inspired by J.M.W Turner, Whistler and Claude Monet paintings of the Thames, Liminal aims to reflect on the rivers opaque and mysterious quality. The 44.5-meter-high installation also comes with an app. Connected with a sonar buoy it expresses the real-time movement of river life and currents as light and sound.
© Sam Scales
Autumm in Brasov,
The day we will stop to think that romania is full of thieves
comunism rests
poor people
violent people
That transilvania is full of vampires and bitches
it will be a great day
but as Arya said in game of thrones
Not today
Justin Dingwall, “A Seat at the Table”
Model: Moostapha Saidi
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Hablar con los ojos y que te parpadeen palabras
Otra manera de comunicarse.
Me singing my poem, sorry for the quality. Here’s the poem:
In the mirror the child sees not what others see,
In the mirror they see no star
They see no light.
They witness a simple shadow of something that once was,
They see a broken and dirty thing, shaken to its core.
Is it possible that they made a bright facade?
Is it possible that somehow they have poured a lie?
Have they made a false being out of broken strings?
A melody where the notes wrongs and no one else can hear it?
Have they made a mask beautiful and sweet, lovely
And never bleak?
A portrait that is not true,
With beauty and kindness that is not due?
Or is it their mirror that is broken and cracked,
With dirt and blood marked all over it,
Is it that the mirror is old damaged?
Is it that their eyes are tired and sad,
That the child sees themself with the bias
No one else has?
Or are their eyes and their mirror
Clear of fault,
Seeing clearly and truy,
While people see what they wish to,
Assigning things that don’t belong
Optimistic of what they are
And have somehow grown fond.
The mirror or the people,
Which one reigns true,
The mirror or the people
That tell lies that are never do.