Patio Furniture

A place to put my leftovers

[austinkleon]

Four seasons in the life of a Finnish island

[nevver]

Maps to the Stars, Marina Font

[austinkleon]

The beginning of Lydia Davis’s story, “New Year’s Resolution,” from The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis

She talked about it with The Paris Review: 

INTERVIEWER

Your reading in Zen Buddhism informs many of your stories—for example, “New Year’s Resolution.”

DAVIS

“My New Year’s resolution is to learn to see myself as nothing.” I had fun with that one because, you know, “nothing,” according to that discipline, is a good thing, but according to my upbringing and Freud and family dynamics, “nothing” is a big problem. So that story is about two disciplines colliding and the poor head caught in the middle saying, Uh, wait a minute . . .

Listen to her read the whole thing here.

(Thanks to Maud.)

[sfmoma]

Submission Friday:

‘Selfportrait’

by Viktória Bach

csendes.tumblr.com

[miguelmarquezoutside]

Gravity Gauge

[parkstone-international]

Artist Hank Schmidt travels to scenic locations only to paint the pattern on his own shirt.

[ponyboypotter]

[mono-n-o-aware]

[michaelshillingburg]

[itscolossal]

New Oil-Based Cityscapes Set at Dawn and Dusk by Jeremy Mann

[vethox]

[joshuapazos]

Nubes, montaña, olas. 

Paper landscapes made from tearing regular paper sheets. Love the texture and shapes created by layers. 

[theartassignment]

I love this interpretation of Paula McCartney’s Constructed Landscape assignment. Proving we need the most minimal of material to create the impression of depth, to render a compelling landscape. 

[virgin-suicide-s]

[soulpancake]

How do you ignite creativity? #LifesBigQuestions

[ponyboypotter]

Copies of copies of copies. I love the absurdity of children’s stories. Clockwise from top left: Half Magic by Edward Eager, Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh, Island of the Aunts by Eva Ibbotson, and George’s Marvelous Medicine by Roald Dahl.

[ponyboypotter]

 I maybe broke the rules a bit with this art assignment, but I kinda like how this one turned out as a gif. The line is from Neil Gaiman’s novel The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I don’t want to spoil the book for anyone because it is quite an experience (spoiler alert? I can’t tell whether this needs one), but I will say that this image invokes a sense of loss and absence for me, and that the looping nature of the format holds meaning in the context of the quote.

[ponyboypotter]

[ponyboypotter]