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@theartofmadeline

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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if i look back, i am lost
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

JVL
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Stranger Things
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Acquired Stardust

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oozey mess
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@trader-ho
rip Achilles you would’ve loved hightop sneakers
While I’m on an absolute contemporary art kick, let’s talk about the Handphone Table by Laurie Anderson.
Originally created in the late 1970’s, visitors entering the exhibit room would stumble upon an wooden table, a few chairs and a photo on the wall depicting two patrons at the same table with their elbows up and hands over their ears.
Naturally most visitors would sit down at the table and try to match the people in the picture. And in doing so, they would be quite surprised to hear Anderson’s voice coming through their hands as if she was entering their consciousness.
What they didn’t know was Anderson had installed a secret, special speaker inside the table that transmitted sound vibrations through solid material rather than air. That is to say, the listeners’ bones conducted her recorded voice.
It was a way for a performance artist to be invisible and yet still present…inside a visitor’s head.
I stumbled upon an alternate, updated version of this artwork at the Hirshhorn, where instead of her voice, I heard her droning, experimental music vibrating up my arms and into my ears (among many talents, she is also a composer). Still just as trippy and deliciously creepy though. ;)
I think this is one of the best jokes in Schitts Creek
i do this to u
If I was a wanted criminal in the dark ages, they’d be like “are you William the Wanted?” And I’d be like “nahh I’m Laurence the Lawful” and they’d be like “ohhh okay”
girl help they are making me do my job at work
i gave the cashier at bath & body works my phone number yesterday for the reward program and she did this, exactly:
another run through the washer will fix me
girl i shrunk
Broke my toe being a hooligan, send me ur selfies