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new-aesthetic:

“These are paintings which know that they will be Googled as well as seen. It’s not at all hard to imagine someone stood in front of another C-M-Y-K painting, ‘Give You My Lovin’’ (2012), smartphone in hand, listening to the song the title refers to.”
Techno-primitivism | The White Review

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Studio Vertigo, Robbie Cornelissen (2011).

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do love my new Strymon Flint pedal

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wowgreat:

Ryoichi Kurokawa’s new work ‘Rheo’ is a new form of audiovisual expression inspired by the constant flux of landscapes. Kurokawa tends to eliminate the boundaries of our physical perception. A minimal, yet chaotic conflux of visual and auditory perception merges into an experience of memory and ambiguity, where virtual and actual images are no longer distinguishable. Read more about the work on cimatics

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nowness:

Maverick directors Tell No One keep us dry with an umbrella-tastic film

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commovente:

Hari Kuyo is a Japanese festival dedicated to old and broken needles. Celebrated every year on the 8th of February, this festival sees hundreds of women dressed in colorful kimonos, gathering at various Shinto shrines or Buddhist temples in and around Tokyo. This 400-year-old ritual involves sticking old and broken needles into soft chunks of tofu or jelly as a way of showing thanks for their hard work. I suppose this tradition springs from the Eastern system of displaying gratitude towards objects that are a source of livelihood. It also reflects on the animist belief that all beings and objects have a soul.
It’s not just about needles, several Japanese women consider Hari Kuyo as a time to value the small, everyday objects of daily life that are otherwise forgotten. Mottainai is the concept of not being wasteful about small things. Burying needles in tofu is said to symbolize rest for the needles, as they are wrapped with tenderness. It’s also about the many sorrows that women are believed to carry in their hearts, the burdens of which are passed on to the needles during many hours of sewing. So the needles do deserve a proper farewell and rest at the end of their service. According to Ryojo Shioiri, a Buddhist monk, “Sometimes there are painful things and secrets that women can’t tell men, and they put these secrets into the pins and ask the gods to get rid of them.” (source)

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