condenasttraveler
But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,But often, in the din of strife,There rises an unspeakable desireAfter the knowledge of our buried life;A thirst to spend our fire and restless forceIn tracking out our true, original course;                       A longing to inquireInto the mystery of this heart which beatsSo wild, so deep in us—to knowWhence our lives come and where they go.

But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;                       
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us—to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.

newyorker
We have only one movie, and remember only one sad tale. If our history leads us to the First World War, then we imagine that we were always bound on that collision course, and we cannot imagine that, with a bit of luck and another set of contingencies, we might have been on the Olympic, not the Titanic. We search for parallels of disaster, and miss parallels of hope.

Adam Gopnik reflects on the contrasting fates of the Titanic and the Olympic, as a lens to contemplate the coming year: http://nyr.kr/1eMTsPs

(via newyorker)

ncmacollege
ncmacollege:

PorchlightCase HillUniversity of North Carolina at GreensboroAug 7 2013Soft Pastel24” X 30”
Artist Statement
On summer nights, I often stand on my back porch and watch the insects zipping around the porch light. I found myself fascinated by the movement of moths and how static depictions of these creatures lack the essence of what makes them so beautiful. I wanted to capture that essence and create a work that depicts their constant movement.Artist Bio
My name is Case Hill. I grew up reading the works of Maurice Sendak and Edward Gorey. Consequently, it was no surprise that I would be drawn to pursuing art at an early age. Although I am constantly seeking new ideas and materials to use in my art, there are many themes that can be found throughout. I am inspired by the way we perceive objects in our world and how even the abstract can hold a modicum of the real.

ncmacollege:

Porchlight
Case Hill
University of North Carolina at Greensboro
Aug 7 2013
Soft Pastel
24” X 30”

Artist Statement

On summer nights, I often stand on my back porch and watch the insects zipping around the porch light. I found myself fascinated by the movement of moths and how static depictions of these creatures lack the essence of what makes them so beautiful. I wanted to capture that essence and create a work that depicts their constant movement.

Artist Bio

My name is Case Hill. I grew up reading the works of Maurice Sendak and Edward Gorey. Consequently, it was no surprise that I would be drawn to pursuing art at an early age. Although I am constantly seeking new ideas and materials to use in my art, there are many themes that can be found throughout. I am inspired by the way we perceive objects in our world and how even the abstract can hold a modicum of the real.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
slaughterhouse90210
slaughterhouse90210:

"I feel like you want to think that what you’re feeling is really deep, like some seriously profound existential shit. But to me, it looks like the most tired, average thing in the world, the guy who is all interested in a woman until the very moment when it dawns on him that he has her. Wanting only what you can’t have. The affliction of shallow morons everywhere." —Adelle Waldman, The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.

slaughterhouse90210:

"I feel like you want to think that what you’re feeling is really deep, like some seriously profound existential shit. But to me, it looks like the most tired, average thing in the world, the guy who is all interested in a woman until the very moment when it dawns on him that he has her. Wanting only what you can’t have. The affliction of shallow morons everywhere."
—Adelle Waldman, The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.