Wordsmithing: INSPIRED BY SERENDIPITY AND ART

Thursday 10 November 2011

INSPIRED BY SERENDIPITY AND ART

A costume sculpture made of shredded
newspapers found around East London,
by Fabio Lattanzi Antinori and Alicja Pytlewska.

So, I was sitting here this morning, with my cup of tea, reading the newspaper while I was trying to decide what I should post today.

I typed tea and newspaper into Google and I found an amazing website.

Miss Tiny's Where is my tea? is a new favourite with me.

I have never seen so much character in such an inanimate object.

Then I got to thinking: all characters are made up of different combinations of words.

Individual words don't make a character it is all about how the words are shaped and combined.

HAVE YOU BEEN INSPIRED BY ART?

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Matthew MacNish10 November 2011 at 15:30
Interesting stuff!
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The Happy Whisk11 November 2011 at 02:49
I love those pictures. Absolutely fantastic.
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Unknown11 November 2011 at 09:31
Hi Matthew and Ivy

Thanks for your comments. I love the face - amazing depths.
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Anonymous11 November 2011 at 09:43
I've never seen a sculpture like that before. It makes me think someone is underneath it. And what a great website. Thanks for the link.

I used to be inspired by art, but haven't been lately.
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Unknown11 November 2011 at 13:44
Hi Medeia
I think you are right, it seems to be a costume. Imagine that creature approaching you - on a dry Halloween's Night ;)
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Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Thursday 10 November 2011

INSPIRED BY SERENDIPITY AND ART

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