Posted in art,poetry,writing, Books, Poetry, Quotes, wanderlust, Writing, tagged Anna Karenina, poem, Poetry, Quote, types of love on May 27, 2014| 4 Comments »
Break my Heart in Three Hundred Words – Or Less
The light is lilac in the morning
Red at night
A blush of time
I was shedding skin
When I met you
San Diego, May 2014
….and that is the only thing I want.
And since I can’t have that, I don’t care about the rest.I don’t care about anything, anything.
Anna Karenina
Posted in digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Ink, Poetry, sketchbook, sketching, tagged coffee shop, Drawing, light, light fixtures, lounge, luminaires, Noelle Kocot, on being an artist, poem-a-day, red, sketch, sketch every day on May 19, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Luminaires- Café Lulu. San Diego, May 9, 2014. Ink, marker, digital collage.
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Posted in art,poetry,writing, Featured Artists, Link Love, Writing, tagged Photography, recensione, rose-lynn fisher, tears, the topography of tears, write-up on May 11, 2014| 1 Comment »
All images and text © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Remembrance. Rose-Lynn Fisher, 2013.
Tears of Release. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Possibility and Hope. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Momentum, Redirected. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Ending and Beginning. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Onion Tears. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Laughing till I’m Crying. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Elation at a Liminal Moment. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Timeless Reunion. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Basal Tears. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Change. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
Tears of Grief. © 2013 Rose-Lynn Fisher
A friend of mine, The Book Madam, shared this lyrical work – and I could not help passing it on.
Haunting, mesmerizing and beautiful, the Topography of Tears reminds us that there is an architecture to our memories, our grief, our love.
The stark landscapes depicted are aerial maps of emotions – tears may spring from the eyes, but they are crystallized by our minds.
Seen at a microscopic level, tears become tangible maps of our heart, site plans of our soul-states.
Our alchemy knows the difference between the landscapes of memory, cascading mirth, the drifting flotsam of grief, and the continents of hope.
From the author:
The Topography of Tears
‘The Topography of Tears is a study of 100 tears photographed through a standard light microscope.
The project began in a period of personal change, loss, and copious tears.
One day I wondered if my tears of grief would look any different from my tears of happiness – and I set out to explore them up close.
Years later, this series comprises a wide range of my own and others’ tears, from elation to onions, as well as sorrow, frustration, rejection, resolution, laughing, yawning, birth and rebirth, and many more, each a tiny history.
The random compositions I find in magnified tears often evoke a sense of place, like aerial views of emotional terrain.
Although the empirical nature of tears is a chemistry of water, proteins, minerals, hormones, antibodies and enzymes, the topography of tears is a momentary landscape, transient as the fingerprint of someone in a dream.
This series is like an ephemeral atlas.
Roaming microscopic vistas, I marvel at the visual similarities between micro and macro realms, how the patterning of nature seems so consistent, regardless of scale.
Patterns of erosion etched into earth over millions of years may look quite similar to the branched crystalline patterns of an evaporated tear that took less than a minute to occur.
Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger, and as complex as a rite of passage.
They are the evidence of our inner life overflowing its boundaries, spilling over into consciousness.
Wordless and spontaneous, they release us to the possibility of realignment, reunion, catharsis: shedding tears, shedding old skin.
It’s as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean.’
Rose-Lynn Fisher
Check out her other work at rose-lynnfisher.com
Posted in art,poetry,writing, photography, Poetry, San Diego, Writing, tagged art, Balboa Park, flowers, mother's day, Piazza, plaza de panama, plen air painting, roses, san diego, Watercolor on May 11, 2014| 2 Comments »
Thank you mamma for letting me draw on the walls with permanent markers, for drawing our profiles in the moonlight, for the watermelon eaten with spoons on a beach still asleep, for all the walks, for the picnics in lawns amongst the highways, where you would bring my net, so I could catch butterflies.
I’m still catching butterflies.
I love you.
Posted in ArchistDesign | Studio, art, Art Show, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Competitions and Collaborations, Design, Experiments, Graphic Design, Jewelry, Jewelry and Accessory Design, Making, Paper Goods, Photography, Portfolio of Work, Research, school, School Work, Spontaneous Constructs, Thinking with my hands, tagged action/reaction, Architecture, art gallery, artifacts, Design, experiments, Faculty, faculty art show, industrial design, laser printer, leather, leather tattoos, making, newschool of architecture and design, product design, prototype, recycled accessories, san diego, temporary leather tattoos, Work on May 6, 2014| 2 Comments »
The sacrificial lamb- an old leather jacket already repaired twice.
With my pattern and leather in the Materials Lab, to trace images in Illustrator and experiment with the laser cutting process. “The object feels good if the process feels good.”
The laser etched leather swatches. Fire drawings…scars…tattoos and cattle branding.
Preparing for night surgical cutting, tailoring and riveting. And documenting. The whole project came about in three days (Friday to Sunday), but was months in the making (and in the thinking, and in the promising).
The prototypes are done!
Laying out this graphic board illustrating the process took longer than I would like to admit. In the end, it was a process of elimination…which is the secret to design, really.
Exhibit time. Board layout #2 with Illustrator patterns :).
Project fini. Ready-to-wear, custom-made temporary leather tattoos….by yours truly.
Idea #13: Temporary Leather Tattoos
Experiments with recycled leather, tattoo patterns and the laser cutter in our Materials Lab for the Action/Reaction Faculty show, where students react to faculty work.
I chose to explore these tribal tattoo patterns I drew long ago and finally turn them into ‘temporary’ leather tattoos – since an actual tribal armband tattoo is out of the question (#italianmother).
In the process, I learned how to make leather-on-leather tattoos, used the laser cutter for the first time, hand-cut till my hands were sore, learned how to put rivets, and was taught about vector lines and patterns in lllustrator by my wonderful, patient students.
Thanks to student feedback/critique (which was extremely positive about the artifacts :)) the board could use one more ‘pass’ as far as fonts and background, but I wanted to post this now, as the show is coming to a close.
While researching case studies, I was astonished by the amount of cool accessories, arm bands and earrings made with recycled bike tires and inner tubes.
Etsy, here I come.
Here are some photos from the Action|Reaction opening, by Donn Angel Perez, the curator of the show (and author of the beautiful paintings shown), along with student Chuck Wilson
For the opening- in keeping with the recycled/sustainable theme, and to save time 😉 – I projected my board.
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<<<and this, this little guy on my desktop just makes me happy.
Posted in Architecture, art,poetry,writing, Cures for the Nothing, History of Architecture, Le flâneur, Lectures, Photography, Poetry, Quotes, Research, San Diego, school, School Work, The Situationist Internationale, Theory and Criticism, Thought in the Alley, Thoughts in the alley, Urban Design, wanderlust, Writing, tagged april is poetry month, Ari Liebegott, flaneur, Photography, Poetry, poetry foundation, san diego, Seamus Heaney, Shift #5, Surveillance on May 6, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Shift #5
Ali Liebegott
for Seamus Heaney
a box of coconut water
two cans of coconut milk
so many looking for help
some people care when a poet dies
a poem is a conscience
a report card, a confession:
today my lies were a motor that spun the Earth
how can you get truth from a hill
when I am the continent that drifts?
how can I taste what I’m mourning
when soon everything will be salt from the sea?
—8/30/13, Register 6
1 PM—5:15 p.m.
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