These are all done through dark room effects only.
They blow my mind - awesome.
I found them all on THIS website
Thursday 30 June 2011
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Green Eye of the Little Yellow God
By J. Milton Hayes
Possibly one of the most underrated poems. Take the time to read it, its wonderful.
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.
He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.
He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.
On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.
He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.
He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying "That's from Mad Carew,"
And she found the little green eye of the god.
She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.
When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room;
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro' the gloom.
His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slipp'ry where she trod;
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
'Twas the "Vengeance of the Little Yellow God."
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
Monday 27 June 2011
Sunday 26 June 2011
Friday 24 June 2011
Friday 17 June 2011
Tell Tale Brain
So I'm reading a book at the moment called 'The Tell Tale Brain' by V.S Ramachandran. Its about weird and unusual disorders or defects of the brain, and his musings on why they happen. His belief of how we can uncover the mysteries of the brain is to look at what goes wrong when certain areas are damaged.
The most interesting part are his patient's stories, patients with Cotard delusion when they deny their own existence, or synesthesia, when someone sees numbers in colours or hears sounds in colours (I have this with days of the week, months years). Reading about peoples different perceptions of the world is the most fascinating thing.
I was browsing through TED videos and saw one by him about the same kind of thing.
Watch this amazing video HERE
Check out the website HERE
Wednesday 15 June 2011
La Blogotheque
I love the idea of La Bloqotheque, "a takeaway show". I thought i'd try and find the 5 best, not necessarily the most watched.
Tuesday 14 June 2011
Cool Art
I found these collages somehow, I thought they were really cool. Must have taken ages too...
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