Made With Paper
Buddha Park, also known as Spirit City (Xieng Khuan), is a sculpture park located 25 km southeast of Vientiane, a small city that sits along the Mekong River in Laos. The park was started in 1958 by Luang Pu Bunleua Sulilat who was a priest-shaman. The park displays over 200 Buddhist and Hindu statues of deities, along with other beautifully carved strange figures. The main attraction is the giant reclining Buddha resting on the grass (first photo).
A selection of incredible portraits from photographer Charles Fréger’s collection and book Wilder Mann, documenting the ancient pagan rites still being practiced throughout Europe today
My daughter wanted me to draw her a robot. (Inspired by Shaun Tan)
“How monotonous our speaking becomes when we speak only to ourselves! And how insulting to the other beings — to foraging black bears and twisted old cypresses — that no longer sense us talking to them, but only about them, as though they were not present in our world….Small wonder that rivers and forests no longer compel our focus or our fierce devotion. For we walk about such entities only behind their backs, as though they were not participant in our lives. Yet if we no longer call out to the moon slipping between the clouds, or whisper to the spider setting the silken struts of her web, well, then the numerous powers of this world will no longer address us — and if they still try, we will not likely hear them.” - David Abram (Becoming Animal)
Images above: Some of the winning photographs from the German Nature Photographers’ 2013 Photographs of the Year competition.
Walt Whitman’s handwritten poem “As of Forms”. The poem reads:
Their genesis, all genesis,
They lost, all lost — for they include all.
The earth and everything in it.
The wave, the snake, the babe, the landscape, the human head,
Things, faces, reminiscences, presences, conditions, thoughts — tally and make definite
a divine indistinct spiritual delight in the Soul.
Of the arts, as music, poems, architecture, outlines, and the rest,
they are in their way to provoke this delight out of the soul,
They are to seek it where it waits —
for I see that it always patiently waits.
Have you sought the inkling ?
Have you wandered after the meanings of the earth? You need not wander;
Behold those forms.
That green coat would make you a master of consideration Tell me when large gloves are in fashion
What’s your favorite term of venery? We enjoy of a shrewdness of apes, though a kindle of kittens is always nice to have around the house.
I’ve always loved murder of crows, but barren of mules and singular of boars are just the right amount of confusing/seemingly contradictory.
“Tiding of Magpies”, usually, but “Deceit of Lapwings” is growing on me.
“Exaltation of Larks.” Or, if I may go off-list, a Storytelling of Ravens.
Now you know.