catafalques:

Ten assorted artificial eyes, London, England, 1870-1920

A range of different sizes, shapes and iris colors is shown in this leather case containing ten glass artificial eyes. In the 1940s, glass was replaced by plastics, which were more comfortable for the wearer and lasted longer. These eyes were made by W. Halford of London.

My dad’s was hazel. I guess it was buried with him.

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artcomingoutofmyfists:

terrestrialblog:

Doris Salcedo.

Atrabiliarios.

In ‘Atrabiliarios’ Salcedo evokes absence and loss by using materials and processes that locate memory in the body. The viewer’s response is, in turn, emotional, even visceral, rather than purely intellectual. Niches cut into the plaster wall contain shoes as relics or attributes of lost people, donated by the families of those who have disappeared. Shoes are particularly personal items as they carry the imprint of our body more than any other item of clothing. She then sealed the niches with a membrane of cow bladder, which she literally sutured into the plaster of the wall as if picturing the literal process of internalised bodily memory. Barely visible through the animal skin membrane, the shoes are a haunting evocation of their absent owners and inevitably recall the grizzly souvenirs of Nazi death camps.

AGNSW.

powerful work… i love the way she deals with memory, it’s a huge part of what i’m exploring in my own work.

jennifercoynequdeen:

marbles, may 5, 2012

jennifer coyne qudeen

My dad always wore his pencils down to stumps, and wrote figures on found scraps of paper.

nevver:

Graphite

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mirroir:

Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

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