Have I mentioned that we are (barring something very unexpected) moving in a year? We won't know where until spring, but this will be the last year of Achim's post doc and most likely our time here in Bonn. It's weird... to be transient. I always knew we would probably leave but I'm finding myself feeling the proximity of it now... I'm trying not to, but I feel like I am subconsciously pulling up my roots already, pulling back, investing less in new friendships and caring less about our apartment, feeling less and less at home in my own home... it's a weird mix of exciting and unsettling. Lots of feels. Anyway. Just thought I'd tell you where I'm at. Actually, this great international community here is a real comfort to me... Lol, as I pack orders I often read the addresses and think, well, someone in Austin or Bristol or Parsippany, NJ is on the same page as me, and it makes me feel welcome in those places, and really, everywhere. ☺️ #home#transient#movingon#community
I'll let you in a secret: The in-betweens are the best days of your life. I'd do it all over again just for these two! 👪 #motherhood#transient
#regram From @jcourtright08
A Burkinaabe man poses with his rock crusher in Kharakena, Senegal.
Since gold was first discovered in the hills outside Kharakena in 2011 the small village of 200 people has exploded - last year a census counted over 11,000 people. People came from as far away as Nigeria and Burkina Faso to mine and support those in the mines.
Our friend travels with his machine, moving from one mine to the next offering his services to whoever needs rock crushed. Over the last two decades he’s moved from Burkina Faso, to Mali and now to Senegal. In Kharakena he charges miners 4$ to turn a large sack of rock into a fine powder that can then be sifted for gold dust. He was unsure how long he would stay in Kharakena considering the surface deposits are becoming depleted and people are starting to move away - “I follow the gold.”
"Not from Earth": Wonder how long this mixture of minerals sailed through the sea of vacuum.
Wonder how many worlds it previously waved "Hello" to.
Wonder how it was part of something bigger without knowing it, then breaking off, and is now being held to be observed, to become the whole, and give a new enhanced meaning to the essential body it broke out of.
Wonder about the eons it has seen gone by, as time ticked away, as it lingered alone, witness to cosmic evolutionary processes, and subject to statistical noise, that made it possible for itself to today be showcased by an individual entity, from a fairly relatively technologically advanced race, in all its glory and seen by others on a mechanical framework called the internet on a small pale blue dot we call planet Earth.
How amazing is it.. for there lies hardly any difference between what we call statistically improbable and coincidence.. as when a larger and still larger sample space is exploited, the 'coincidence' becomes a mere 'happening' making it seem less miraculous henceforth.. replacing ideas of abstractions (magic) with ideas of constructions (logic). That is the way of the mind. -Munawwar
Day 3 of 7 days of black and white photos @wingfieldbarns 'Media Studies' South African Granite Fred Watson ARBS 2002. The sculpture is located on the front lawn at Wingfield Barns.
The substantial granite installation consists of three blocks acting as a table for a pile of books, a camera and a television set. Fred Watson has taken everyday, transient objects and represented them in a dignified, timeless medium.
“ My sculpture is unusual in that it is almost exclusively concerned with still life - a genre that has always been particular to painting. Not only that, but my work revolves around very few objects which recur time and again in it . . . Books, bottles, telephone, camera, TV set, parcel, cupboard - it was someone else who pointed out to me that these are all to do with communication, or non-communication, and secretiveness . . . these icons of communication are here close, blind, mute”.
Fred Watson studied Fine Art at Newcastle University and taught in Art Schools for about twenty years. In 1991 he won a Granite-carving Fellowship at the Scottish Sculpture Workshop. In 2011 he became, belatedly, an ARBS. He has exhibited quite widely in this country and abroad and carried out a number of public and private commissions with work in public and private collections.
The things you'll see when you change your perspective, laying down in this case.
The beauty of instagram , posting the bits you want people to see, the smiling face , the helium balloon , the party. Nobody could tell you have just been through the biggest tragedy of your life, nobody wants to post about heartbreaks and coping with loss. Ain't that convenient.