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These beautiful sculptures are part of an ongoing figurative series by Japanese artist Mihoko Ogaki entitled Milky Ways. This awesome fusion of the the beauty and mystery of the night sky with the mortal human form is an exploration of the ideas of life, death, and rebirth.
The fibre-reinforced plastic sculptures depict people either dying or already dead. Their forms have been embedded with bright LEDs that project fields of stars against the walls, floor, and ceiling of a darkened space.
“In a bright room, the dying bodies appear morbid and in pain, but, when the lights go off, the suffering seems to disappear into a delightful, twinkling display. One review states, “Ogaki takes the emotions of our human condition and gives them a physical presence.” The sparkling figures create an environment of tranquility, in which viewers are encouraged to calmly, and without distress, contemplate the human condition of life and death.”
Visit Mihoko Ogaki’s website for more images of these marvelous installations.
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Promise me that you will never stop of smile!
Jean Cocteau (self-portrait, 1954) (via)
“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort, the trifling feeling of escape experienced at a masked ball. He distances himself from that which he feels and sees. He invents. He transfigures. He mythifies…
Journalists know this, or at least sense it. The inaccuracies of the press, and the banner headlines by which they are trumpeted, are soothing draughts to this thirst for the unreal. Accuracy is vexing to a crowd of would-be fantasizers. Hasn’t our age coined the term ‘escapism’, when in fact the only way to escape oneself is to allow oneself to be invaded?”
-excerpted from “On Invisibility,” Diary of an Unknown (1953)
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Jack Lemmon on the set of Some Like It Hot, 1958.
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One of the best stories I ever heard
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the more I think about my past self the more I
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Giorgio Vasari, Fresco at Casa Vasari, Arezzo, 1542-48
“I’m often asked by younger filmmakers, why do I need to look at old movies; I’ve made a number of pictures in the past twenty years. And the response I find that I have to give them is that I still consider myself a student. The more pictures I’ve made in the past twenty years the more I realize I really don’t know. And I’m always looking for something to, something or someone that I could learn from. I tell them, I tell the younger filmmakers and the young students that I do it like painters used to do, or painters do: study the old masters, enrich your palette, expand your canvas. There’s always so much more to learn.” - Martin Scorsese
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