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9月 21st

likeafieldmouse:

Rosângela Rennó - Vulgo (Alias) (1998)

"These photographs originated from glass negatives in the Sao Paulo Penitentiary Archive, Brazil, which were identification photographs of prisoners, taken between 1920 and 1940.

Archives particularly interest Rennó because they are stored testimonies and traces of a past that is kept locked and forgotten most of the time, as are prisoners. 

Rennó’s photographs are recovered fragments from a decaying prison archive which highlights the gaps in memory and the history of those prisoners.”

un-expected-art:

Egon Shiele - Mother and Daugther - 1913

un-expected-art:

Egon Shiele - Mother and Daugther - 1913

(egonschieleから)

Today’s been eventful. 

It’s good to be back on campus. Can’t wait to see more familiar faces! 

9月 21st
langste:

These “coffee kiss” sculptures are part of an ongoing series by Chinese artist Johnson Tsang. Started in 2002, the series is named after a local drink called Yuanyang, which is made using a mixture of three parts coffee and seven parts Hong Kong-style milk tea to perfectly represent both Eastern and Western cultures.

langste:

These “coffee kiss” sculptures are part of an ongoing series by Chinese artist Johnson Tsang. Started in 2002, the series is named after a local drink called Yuanyang, which is made using a mixture of three parts coffee and seven parts Hong Kong-style milk tea to perfectly represent both Eastern and Western cultures.

(water-twinkieから)

Where is God?

When I came to Seattle University, I started hearing this phrase “God in all things.” I never connected with it until I came here. In High school, God was more up in the air, up in the heavens, a concept I couldn’t quite grasp, but then once I heard this phrase, I started to look at God in a new light. God wasn’t just up there and intangible. God is here with us on earth. God is in everyone and everything. God is in the clouds, in the trees, in decomposing leaves and all of nature. God is in the difficult moments of confusion, suffering and hardships. But God is also in the small moments of smiles, laughter and silliness. God is in my friends, in my teachers, in people who are non-believers, in children, and even in me. God is down here with us with and in one another. Coming here has made me reflect on where I see God in my day to day life outside of just a religious space like church on Sunday evenings. It has been so powerful to look at God this way.

This really struck me the other day. I moved back to campus early for job training, and so campus for the most part was empty, but now there’s less than a week of school left and I’m starting to see familiar faces. I was walking back to my apartment one evening and I suddenly recognized a few of my friends and familiar people at the corner of my eye. Everyone was joyfully screaming my name, while I was doing the same. Everyone’s smiles were so bright and so were mine. I didn’t know half of the group well other than from briefly meeting them but we all exchanged hugs. It’s such a good and welcoming feelings when people and my friends are excited to see me and to reciprocate that. That was such an ordinary day and instance but now that I think about it, it was really powerful. I tend to feel a deep sense of loneliness here and there but I was reminded otherwise on this ordinary day. I felt God’s presence in each and everyone of these people as they were glowing in their hearts and smiles. 

9月 19th
9月 19th

likeafieldmouse:

Richard Wright - Untitled (2014)

(yipeeから)

9月 19th

likeafieldmouse:

Hidden Mother

"Trying to get a baby or a fussy toddler to sit still for a photograph can feel like a herculean task. Luckily, it only takes a second to get the shot. In the nineteenth century, however, it was a different storyparticularly when it came to tintype portraits, which required a long exposure. 

Photographer Laura Larson’s series, Hidden Mother, presents a survey of nineteenth-century tintype portraits in which the mother of the child was included in the photograph, but obscured. 

In some instances, the mother would hold her child, with a cloth or props hiding her from the lens, or she would be painted over by the photographer after the image had been taken. In other examples, the mother is entirely absent from the frame, save for an arm, holding the child in place. 

The results are both funny and slightly disturbing. The mother appears as an uncanny presence, Larson writes in a statement. Often, she is swathed in fabric, like a ghost.”  

I love the community of people I work with. 

Today I was hanging out in Campus Ministry office, and we were having a conversation in the group with one of the Buddhist priest (?) who knows me for going into zen meditation on Thursdays but he kept using she/her pronouns and then one of our supervisors/directors working the front desk used she/her pronouns for me. I let it slip because I hadn’t informed the person who leads zen meditation. After hanging out at the office for a while, I’m about to leave and our supervisor/director pulls me aside and tells me "I’m so sorry, I used the wrong pronouns on you. Do you want me to correct people or do you want to be the one to correct people? I just want to know what is best for you and how I can help." I forgave her and showed my appreciation for correcting herself and asking my comfort level with correcting people. 

I am so blessed to be in a space of professional staff who actually care to acknowledge my identity. It meant a lot to me even though they mess up here and there. 

9月 19th

Baked bread for holy communion this morning with my coworkers. And now they’re sitting in my fridge until Sunday evening. I have to make sure my roommates don’t think it’s just bread and eat it. xDD

9月 19th

I got to be an acolyte at mass today for the first time basically on my own. I think it went well. Hopefully I can get the hang of this. 

9月 19th
Throw back to 2007 on my 13th birthday. Embarrassing middle school photo but it’s one of the few photos I have of my friend before she was taken away from this earth. Every time the star magnolias in my backyard bloom, I can’t help but smile and think of her. ☺️
Rest in Peace.

Throw back to 2007 on my 13th birthday. Embarrassing middle school photo but it’s one of the few photos I have of my friend before she was taken away from this earth. Every time the star magnolias in my backyard bloom, I can’t help but smile and think of her. ☺️

Rest in Peace.

Went to the gym today and my friend taught me the dance to Red Light by F(x) and Overdose by Exo! Fun stuff!!

9月 18th

dailypetrichor said: 

This reminds me of a song by my favorite Catholic musician. It’s called Come Clean by Audrey Assad. She uses the imagery of cleaning your living space as a way to describe cleaning the contents of your heart. It’s a really pretty song :)

I’ll definitely check this out!! 

9月 18th
Click here to support Scoliosis Treatment by Conor Crippen

oneinsilence:

Hey followers, and friends, could you signal boost this? My friend has been suffering with scoliosis for his whole life and it would mean so much to him and myself if you could spread the word out or donate a little. 

His wish a few years ago on New Years was to get a job and work on his scoliosis and that is a real wish I feel deeply. I am hoping this wish can come true for him soon because it has been holding him back from doing a lot. 

Thank you. <3

(noonaproblemsから)

9月 17th
xiza:

kalories:

guavai:


Maria Anwander The Kiss
“The Kiss was given to the MoMA as a donation without asking for permission. I entered the museum as a regular visitor and gave an intense French kiss to the wall. Next to the invisible kiss I then fixed a fake label, which simulated the style of a regular MoMA caption.”

this is so cheeky but beautiful 

xiza:

kalories:

guavai:

Maria Anwander The Kiss

“The Kiss was given to the MoMA as a donation without asking for permission. I entered the museum as a regular visitor and gave an intense French kiss to the wall. Next to the invisible kiss I then fixed a fake label, which simulated the style of a regular MoMA caption.”

this is so cheeky but beautiful 

(元記事: whimsical-melancholy (gymnopedies1から))

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