synesthesia

@synesthesiaofhope-blog

syn·es·the·sia (sĭn'ĭs-thē'zhə) n. 1. A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color. 2. A sensation felt in one part of the body as a result of stimulus applied to another, as in referred pain.

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babylonfalling

"Members of the Brown Berets picketed Police Headquarters April 10th to demand an investigation into the murder of Fernando Gonzalez by Detroit Police. They also demanded Chicano police for Mexican-American areas."

Photo by Alan Gotkin for Fifth Estate (1969)

arutsch

thing I made for New Folklore Anthology Vol. II—debuting at RIPExpo in Providence at the end of March (stay tuned!!)

arutsch

ftcreature

Fried Egg Jellyfish Are Kind of Adorable – & That’s No Yolk.

There are two species that hold the whimsical title of “Fried Egg Jellyfish”: Phacellophora camtschatica and Cotylorhiza tuberculata though the two are quite different from each other in all aspects beside appearance.

Phacellophora camtschatica is a huge jelly that prefers colder waters. It’s bell can reach up to 2 ft across and its dozens of tentacles reach over 20 ft long! If you don’t think this floating egg creature looks very menacing, you’d be right. It has a very weak sting and many small crustaceans take advantage of the jelly by riding on its bell (breakfast to go…?) while snatching up extra food.

Cotylorhiza tuberculata is a much smaller jellyfish that hangs out in warmer waters. It only reaches about 35 cm in diameter, so don’t go for this Fried Egg Jelly if you want a big breakfast. Unlike most jellyfish, C. tuberculata can swim on its own, without relying on the currents for movement. It’s sting (if you can even call it that) is so feeble that it has very little to no effect on humans at all. I mean, it does look like a breakfast food, after all… how powerful could it be?

iridessence

fried egg atop a donut tbh

lilfang

sadprincegirl

missedstations

Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought, certain airy white blossoms punctually reappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark pink— a delicate abundance. They seemed like guests arriving...

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printeresting-blog

favianna: KQED Visits My Studio "In this episode of Art School, we visit Favianna Rodriguez in her West Oakland studio and talk with her about the genesis of her artistic interests and philosophy." click here to read the full story and view a How-To video

shinji--moon-deactivated2017123

I spoke not of Campana’s woman of Genova, who brought him seaweed in her hair, and sea wind on her skin — your curls swung wet and whippy, the surf took over your ankles and knocky knees, your hair opened, the ride calmed, and the farther you swam the more you were sun-cuts on the sea and I panicked to lose sight of you, less than a dashed shadow disintegrating into opaque radiance where sea and sky shrink to a seam of life continuous with our own. In your own good time you brought back wind in your hair, her hair, seaweed smelly, hot, wind shot with salt and seaweed dripping from that hair, as if such disappearance and return were your nature. When you flopped on our fleecy blanket, tart water seeds popped from your hair I tasted them.

"The Horizon Line," W.S. Di Piero, from Tombo (via commovente)

1000drawings

Introversion by Luchie

missedstations

"The Truth" - Ronald Wallace

synesthesiaofhope-blog

for Amy

Her breast cancer, she said, had metastasized to her liver; she was going to die, and soon. She said it made her sad. I didn’t know her well. We were co-workers and I liked her, but what do you say when someone actually answers the question how are you? with the unvarnished truth: Not well, she said. I haven’t long to live. And should I have said Oh you will! Should I have smoothed it over with the syrup of nervousness, or done what I did which was to talk about terror and anger, the unfairness and the lie, to take the truth at face value? No, she was just sad, she said. She had her faith, she said, and started to cry. And only then did I see what she needed from me was miracle, a simple belief in miracle, and if that was varnish, well, it would bring the grain of the truth out, would save it from wear and weather. It would make the truth almost shine.

#mdm

patriciaalvarado

Deconstructing racism!!! Understanding complexities!!! (2014)

In this work, I deconstruct a seemingly innocent anonymous question I received asking "Where are you from bc your skin color is like different, I love it!" to speak to the complexities and pervasiveness of racism. I’m interested in revealing how deeply rooted racism is. I want to speak to issues such as cultural appropriation, white supremacy, the sexism + racism navigated by WoC and the exclusion of WoC in feminist discourse, the lack of positive representation for brown and black people, and other similar sentiments. This work is still in progress, and will result in a performance taking place in December 2014.

Patricia Alvarado

rubyetc

Fran Krause and I have traded comics and this is his, I love it! Go follow him here and also check out his deep dark fears comics here cos they are wonderful.