inneroptics:
Eric Rondepierre

inneroptics:

Eric Rondepierre

100 años de Cortázar

up top: my pile of Cortázar
down below: el lobo solicitado por fuerzas extrañas, photographed by Carol Dunlop in Orange-le-gres, 1982

Se dice -y uno sonríe-: “El lenguaje me impide expresar lo que pienso, lo que siento”. Más cierto sería decir: “Lo que pienso, lo que siento me impide llegar al lenguaje”. Entre mi pensar y yo, ¿se opone el lenguaje? No. Es mi pensar el que se cruza entre mi lenguaje y yo.
Ergo no hay otra salida que izar el lenguaje hasta que alcance la autonomía total. En los grandes poetas, las palabras no llevan consigo el pensamiento; son el pensamiento. Que claro, ya no es pensamiento sino verbo. 
-Julio Cortazar. Diario de Andrés Fava

Typography exercise —> Univers Font —> foldout booklet —> random pages

 

Sometimes instead of texting I send scifigrams to my friends.

FOR SALE ! inquire within

Some women won’t wait, index cards, L.A. Central Library

On the 101

Isabelle Eberhardt is blowing my mind.

Hayao Miyazaki

(Source: farewell-kingdom)

billdomonkos:

Fig. 15. (GIF: Bill Domonkos, 2014)
Image: Geometrical Psychology, or, The Science of Representation:  an abstract of the theories and diagrams of B. W. Betts (1887) 

billdomonkos:

Fig. 15. (GIF: Bill Domonkos, 2014)

Image: Geometrical Psychology, or, The Science of Representation an abstract of the theories and diagrams of B. W. Betts (1887) 

I think of skies that go on forever.
California blue and deep desert blush,
Time and light, reels and roads, Horizons and setting suns…

The world “lost” comes from the old norse los meaning the disbanding of an army, and this origin suggests soldiers falling out of formation to go home, a truce with the wide world. I worry now that many people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know.
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

"I STARTED MAKING MAPS WHEN I WAS SMALL
SHOWING PLACE, RESOURCES, WHERE THE ENEMY
AND WHERE LOVE LAY. I DID NOT KNOW
TIME ADDS TO LAND. EVENTS DRIFT CONTINUALLY DOWN,
EFFACING LANDMARKS, RAISING THE LEVEL, LIKE SNOW.

I HAVE GROWN UP. MY MAPS ARE OUT OF DATE.
THE LANDS LIES OVER ME NOW.
I CANNOT MOVE. IT IS TIME TO GO.”

-Alasdair Gray, Lanark

The Elizabot 2000, work in progress.

Ink on vellum wanna be animation (or something).