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Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky | drifts and scatters
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Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. What’s a love song look like as a painting? No Responses Yet to “Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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There is so much going on… | drifts and scatters
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Studio Morph (a snapshot through snapshots of the process). There is so much going on…. From that trip on, I have not left color behind. I’m rereading Kandinsky’s “Concerning the Spiritual in Art,” in which he declares,. Color directly influences the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposively, to cause vibrations in the soul. There is So Much Going On (Gala Bent 2013).
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Multiverse, multichorus | drifts and scatters
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Mountains as Venn Diagrams. A detail from an etching made by me with the help of Scott Kolbo and a group of students for the inaugural print residency at Seattle Pacific in 2014: “ 230 of an infinite number of possible universes. 8221; and…. 8230;an illustration based in super string theory found here. Here’s her description of the piece above:. No Responses Yet to “Multiverse, multichorus”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Art Essay Ar...
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drifts and scatters | gala bent thinks out loud and announces things. | Page 2
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Newer posts ». Every artwork should have a certain hand that reaches out for the audience, but the physical experience is completely beyond what you can explain on the phone. You can almost explain Donald Judd. Tal R “Cousins”. Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. What’s a love song look like as a painting? 8220;But I always think the best way to know God is to love many things.” (V.VanGogh). There is so much going on…. There is So Much Going On (Gala Bent 2013). Catch up look ahead. Last Fa...
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Erasure as… | drifts and scatters
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For your consideration and mine. Erasure as intellectual flexibility. 8230;as chaff (Thanks, Shawna). Erasure as the growing market for tattoo removal. Erasure as “just like starting over” or as “no such thing.”. 8230;as wrinkled nose and sweaty brow. One Response to “Erasure as…”. Feed for this Entry. Professional resume services in ottawa. For your consideration and mine. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Gala Bent dot com.
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Flowering Fossil Bed | drifts and scatters
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The Eye Travels Along the Paths Cut Out (Blue-Orange). The name of the show “The Ether and the Mantle,” my last solo show at G.Gibson Gallery, was an imagined love affair between elements of the air and elements of the earth, a picture of the magnetism and wooing and coupling that has everything and nothing to do with human lovemaking. Here is my short statement from the show:. Flowering Fossil Bed (Gala Bent 2013). Detail of Flowering Fossil Bed– Gala Bent 2013). Feed for this Entry. On June 15, 2014.
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Love | drifts and scatters
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There is so much going on…. Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. 8220;But I always think the best way to know God is to love many things.” (V.VanGogh). No Responses Yet to “Love”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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47:30 or so. | drifts and scatters
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Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky. No Responses Yet to “47:30 or so.”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Gala Bent dot com.
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The Eye Travels Along the Paths Cut Out (Blue-Orange) | drifts and scatters
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For your consideration and mine. The Eye Travels Along the Paths Cut Out (Blue-Orange). What a fun experience it was to collaborate with Nicholas Strobelt. A couple weeks ago at Strange Coupling– an annual collaborative project between University of Washington seniors and graduate students with local working artists. Nick is a senior in Photomedia, with boundless energy and smarts. He’s been making photos like this (these are from a series called Self-Tracing. Feed for this Entry. On June 4, 2014.
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for your consideration and mine | drifts and scatters
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The Eye Travels Along the Paths Cut Out (Blue-Orange). For your consideration and mine. Repost of this set of goals. The older post has gotten infected by some spam engine of doom. A drawing that throbs with its own reckoning, Tell-Tale-Heart-style. A drawing that breathes through its teeth, makes bad jokes and laughs at itself. That apologizes too often and second-guesses its intentions. Its lines are halting and unsure. It smells like milk and garlic. A drawing that just sits on its ass in a museum.
