These mesmerizing sculptures are the work of William Ricketts, a rare Australian born in 1898 who was in awe of the connection the Aborigine people have with the land. Hidden deep within a lush Australian rainforest are a set of mystical Aborigine sculptures seemingly merged into the natural surroundings. Moss covered torsos of men, women and children protrude from tree trunks and boulders. Some reach heavenward with widespread wings, others envelop each other protectively – all are symbols of the relationship the indigenous Australian Aborigines have with nature.
this is amazing
(Source: somewhereinthisuniverse, via iamanart)
lil-ith asked: Omg u r so kool, what brand of tooth paste do u use
Well,
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No.
Fresh
I have this thing I do where I delete things I’ve made then later go looking for them, only to find server errors and disappointment in their place. When last I thumbed through my bookshelf I found a an old journal of mine stuffed into the bottom shelf. Being physical in a way a blog is not, a journal is difficult to delete, so the eroding revisionism I apparently exude could have no effect on it. I was shocked to find that I actually kind of liked the stuff in it. I found that I still agreed with myself. This revelation made me realize that there’s a definite pattern to my self-criticism that accounts for my lack of permanent material. Were Photoshop open, I’d draw you a diagram of a sort of reverse bell-curve, but I can probably summarize it pretty easily in three steps:
- I finish writing a thing; I think it is nice and maybe even a little clever. Morale is high.
- A short while later, I hate the thing I have written so, so very much.
- The patina of age has immeasurably improved the thing. Its survival of my unwitting hazing has made it lovable, like a puppy who attempts to play with the cat despite the cat’s ongoing campaign of seething feline hatred.
The problem lies in step two. Step two is insidiously arranged to prevent step three from happening. By restarting this blog, I hope to remain self-aware even in the face of step two. I hope to write something that I or someone else might enjoy someday. I hope to start fresh.
