kinda sad that the books won’t be read… but so pretty! The igloo and teh playhouse look totally doable too
http://flavorwire.com/283928/10-gorgeous-buildings-made-out-of-books#8
Embroidered Book Sculptures by Betty Pepper
Betty Pepper is a textile/jewellery designer maker. In her effort to find that elusive something which makes an object desirable and somewhat ‘magical’ she explores different media and techniques in both two and three-dimensions. Her work is inspired by stories, memories, things from the past, over-hearings and misgivings.
“The ways in which time changes and decays objects interests me greatly and I like the notion that all things are ephemeral and constantly in a state of deterioration. My work often deals with stories from the dim and distant past. This is why I choose to work with faded colours. I like the way they look as if they have lived a little.”
Yom HaShoah - Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Unbelievable.
No idea what that means but the picture says it all.
Except that things, terrible things, did happen here, and that we’re still stuck with the system that allowed them to happen. We’re still stuck in a sectarian paradigm that has brought us nothing but chaos: yet we’re still quite happily carrying on with it.
Among the many things that shock me when talking about the civil war is how all those warlords, all those corrupt, disgusting murderers got together in Saudi Arabia, gave each other a pat on the back, declared amnesty to one another, then came back, told the people, yalla, 3a byoutkon, go home, the war is over, leaving only a skeleton of a country licking its wounds, a devastated population while they had made more money out of death and destruction than decency would allow me to mention.
150 000 people dead. 17 000 disappeared
And on we marched, singing that we will never, ever let a civil war happen again. People’s faces were grave, they were watching us as we blamed the parliament and the current ruling political elite, some, mostly older women, threw rice on us, as a blessing, as a way of wishing us well, others openly told us, bravo, bravo, some looked at us with weariness, some kept silent, others said Allay y2awwikon. They looked at us, as we were forcing them, by our presence, to reflect on our shared history.
We were not many, in fact we were disappointed we were not more, but as I was marching, I was deeply listening to the chants around me, especially one: They created the demarcation line, us the people, we are erasing it.
And as I was marching, I had the image of the line as an open wound, and that each of our step were the stitches that were going to close the wound together.
Yes, we were not many, but if several of us carry on the stitching, then maybe one day the wound will only become a scar, something we would look at and say about: see that scar? I got it doing something really stupid.
I’ll never do it again.” http://myrrhandmint.tumblr.com/post/21170205929/on-stitching-beirut-back-together-or-another-13th-of
The Fire Lilly by xiaocaca
Save Sean Bean Campaign
HE ACTUALLY LIVED IN THE LAST MOVIE I WATCHED HIM IN.
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Nicholas as a tsarevich.
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