ThoughtFullCircle

Often at times in my life this is how I communicate, hours turn into days and I’m still talking on my phone and no ones listening. (at Trinity Hall Cal Lu)

at Central Garden

at J. Paul Getty Museum

The last I saw of LA’s skyline. (at J. Paul Getty Museum)

The oldest and coolest rust bucket if a truck I have ever had the pleasure of seeing tearing down the freeway. (at Sun Valley High School)

‘Twas my home-away-from-home. #missingLA #teamkoi @mermaidsandshit (at Theodore Payne Foundation)

No one wants to find empty flick knife packaging on the street. (at Valero)

I’m beginning to grow out of Lego. (at The Mothershjip)

This month’s full moOn creating a half lit wonderland of puffy clouds fast asleep. (at The Mothershjip)

nurdrevenge:

A diver has a very personal moment of dejection at the bottom of the pool during the 2012 CCCA Swimming and Diving State Championships at East Los Angeles College Swim Stadium on Thursday, April 26, 2012 in Monterey Park, CA. (Photo by Suzanne Tylander © 2012) This particular photo represents an emotional moment rarely caught underwater. This particular diver was expected to win the entire event. The diver knew as soon as he hit the water his form was flawed and that he might have just lost it all. I was fortunate enough to witness this moment as it was unfolding underwater. I captured the sequence of emotion just a split second after he hit the water and began to sink to the bottom with a sense of defeat written in his body language This was the image I chose from the series. I have felt this emotion and disappointment before as many athletes do. My chance to capture it underwater was rare but beautiful. It is a moment no competitive athlete wants to relive but something important that many of us can relate to. It is raw and human and real.

The solitude found at the bottom of a deep swimming pool is indescribable to me… mostly because it’s the place I enjoy the most and also because it’s futile in that sooner or later you have to leave and breathe again.

A beautiful example for the power in a photograph, even if it just a moment in time.

Provoking

(Source: youthdownunder)

commovente:

Jenny Holzer, Times Square Sign, 1982

The language of Truisms, obdurate and internally consistent, heralded a voice that is striking not least for its paradoxical anonymity. Truisms pull no punches and as the title suggests, seem to reflect wisdom long since received.

Hal Foster, writing in 1982, called Trusims “verbal anarchy in the streets.” For Holzer, “language is the site of pure conflict.” The Trusims as a whole express a simple truth: that truth is created through contradictions.” In an article that linked Holzer with Barbara Kruger, Foster cited Roland Barthes, articulating that, both artists, follow Barthesian precepts to the extent that they “accept the status of art as a social sign engaged with other signs”. And they both embody Barthes’ notion of the writer, which as Barthes described, is “not the possessor of a function or the servant of an art, but the subject of praxis. Someone who must have the persistence of a watcher who stands at the crossroads of all other discourses. The quality of these statements that has most attracted critical attention is how difficult they make it for readers to determine their author’s position. Holzer stated ” I wanted to highlight those thoughts and topics that polarize people, but not choose sides.”

Holzer summarized in 1990. “I hope”, she concluded. “that my work is useful.”

Jenny wrote in a more recent work “Protect me from what I want” that has always remained in the back if my mind.