This is Darth Vader, the button quail, and he’s the cutest, smallest bird ever.
Adorable Photos of Dogs Caught in Mid-Bath
Some look confused, others startled, but all of these incredibly cute dogs look just plain adorable. Wet Dogs is a series of portraits of dogs caught mid-bath. Bath time for dogs can be a vulnerable and messy experience as the expressions on their faces clearly communicate. These pooches are being photographed seconds before they shake the water off their fur.
Photographer Sophie Gamand’s Wet Dog series reveals another layer of the human-animal bond — one with shampoo mohawks and wet fur. The photographer wanted to capture the complex relationship between humans and their pets. Their is a lot of codependence between the two and Gamand wants others to see dogs for what they are: more than just animals, they are life companions.
Amazing Transparent Cabin in the Desert
In the splendid beauty and serenity of the desert in Joshua Tree, California, artist Phillip K Smith III revealed his light based project, Lucid Stead. Composed of mirrors, LED lighting and custom-built electronic equipment, the cabin transforms depending on the time of day.
In daylight, the 70-year-old cabin reflects and refracts the surrounding terrain like a mirage or a hallucination. As the sun sets behind the mountains, slowly shifting geometric color fields emerge and produce incredibly beautiful colors that pierce the night sky.
Smith states, “Lucid Stead is about tapping into the quiet and the pace of change of the desert. When you slow down and align yourself with the desert, the project begins to unfold before you. It reveals that it is about light and shadow, reflected light, projected light, and change.”
service life is pretty intense stressful and even occasionally fun.
So why am I still lost?
The steady pounding beat of foot drill being executed smartly and properly (turn, check! bang, check! left! right! left!) is an ever present bass line in my head and is not unpleasant but I still haven’t heard that smooth legato that just sings of confidenceand competency and knowing what to do and most of all purpose.
My life is akin to a struggling cellist trying to keep up with a symphony thats going full tilt and yes! he can follow the melody but the moment he puts bow to string the tune changes and all of a sudden he is playing out of sync.
Routine, as it seems, is not the same as purpose.
I occasionally wonder if my time in exile was better.
As I sit in the shadows between my bed and my locker, I hear people outside marching, singing, struggling, sweating, fighting so hard, so decidedly off to defeat darkness and save the world.
But that is not me. I am to sit here for two months and quietly leave.
I am mostly okay with that. In every story, not every character is the hero. Someone has to tell their stories, after all.
And yet. Whenever I march past the unforgiving words that read Honour and Unity, I remember that I will not pass out and I feel a small twinge of sadness.
but I endure.
and I suppose, I exist.
This is an illustration I did of the Nine Worlds from Norse mythology for my maps project. I wanted to do a simple, informative map because I was baffled by how little most people know about it compared to Greek/Roman/Egyptian mythology.
The descriptions about how the worlds are set up are quite contradictory or logically impossible, so it’s really up to each individual how they want to interpret and render them. Some theorizes it as a flat island world (with an inner, middle and outer circle), or (as a certain Marvel comic does it;) a mush of dimensions with aliens and stuff. I’ve always imagined it as a giant tree whenever we had story time in elementary school, so I tried to fit all the named places I could find strictly into a tree. Also, the tree has its presence and is the centre in most of the worlds, so I solved that by putting a tree within a tree within a tree - Yggdraception!
Yggdrasil is the world tree. Its branches stretch across the sky and its evergreen leaves covers the world. At the very top of the tree, there’s a golden eagle by the name of Vidofnir, and between his eyes sits the hawk, Verfolne. The pair looks out towards the world. Yggdrasil has three rots, each going down their own wells.
One goes down to Kverghjelme, a well in Niflheim. The root is gnawed on by the serpent Nidhogg, in hopes that it will one day kill Yggdrasil and the world(s) with it. Another goes to Urd’s well in Åsgard, which is tended by three norns (destiny-thread goddesses). In the well lives two golden swans. The water here is so pure and holy, it’s white (but I still coloured it blue!). The third root goes to Mime’s Well in Jotunheim. It is guarded by the wise god Mime, who got beheaded but his head is still there giving advice to gods. This place is also where Odin sacrificed his eye for wisdom.
A squirrel, Ratatosk, relayes gossip and insults between Nidhogg and Vidofnir. There’s also four deers I forgot to draw in but they don’t do much than eat the leaves.
I split the world into four sections:
At the top section is Åsgard, the world of the Aesir gods. Here is Valhall, the banquet hall of the gods and warriors, and Folkvang, Freya’s house, where she lives with her own hand-picked warriors (who are more honorable and less bloodthirsty than those who live in Valhall). I’ve also put in the homes of the gods that were given by name, like Bilskirne (Thor’s house), Breidablik (Baldur’s house) and so on.
The only way to get to the other worlds is by Bifrost, the rainbow bridge, which is guarded by Heimdall, from his home in Himmelberget.
In the upper-mid section is Alvheim, land of the elves. The fertility god, Frey, lives here as their ruler. There’s also Vanaheim, the land of the Vanir gods, who specialize in fertility/farming/etc. but not much is known about them.
Midgard is the human world and lies in the centre of the three. It is surrounded by the world sea and the gigantic Midgard serpent which bites its own tail.
In the east is Jotunheimen, the land of the giants. I imagine it as a very mountainous terrain. Utgård lies here, which is where the wolf Fenris is being tied.
In the south, is Muspelheim, the land of fire.
In the west, lies Svartalvheim, the land of dark elves and dwarves.
And in the north, lies Niflheim, the land of ice and mist.
Helheim, the land of the dead lies below/within Niflheim. I drew it as an underground realm under Kverghjelme. Everyone who died outside of battle gets sent here, regardless of how good/bad they were when they were alive, but criminals would be put in Nåstrand, a house by the corpse river.
I just totally realised I forgot to include an explanation with my assignment, d’oh.
I used the Norwegian names instead of the Norse/Icelandic ones because that’s how I know them as and is a lot more relatable to me (ek snakkur ikkur islendur!) and the descriptions are in English, but there’s a full Norwegian version around somewhere…!
Sources: Norrøn Mytologi, Åsgard Web, Noregur.is and Wikipedia NO/SE/DK. (EDIT 30/07/12: removed some sources. Disclaimer: All sources were cross-referenced and only information that could be validated by several sources were used).
I want to go on an adventure here.
Tokujin Yoshioka's 'Crystallized Project': 6 Months of Tonal Vibrations of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake Expressed in Crystal
“Nature shows us a beauty that exceeds our imagination,” says Tokujin Yoshioka. “The forms of nature are unique and cannot be reproduced. This endows them with mysterious beauty and makes them fascinating to us”.
As part of the Japanese designer’s large-scale one-man show at MOT in Tokyo, Yoshioka has installed a peculiar work he calls “a painting.” Looking much more like a bed of water than a painting, the piece is actually 6-months’ worth of crystal that have been growing, layer by layer, inside a glass tank. It’s truly a work of art that has been ceded to the hand of mother nature.
But the crystals haven’t just been sitting there quietly. Throughout the whole time they’ve been exposed to the music from Tchaikovsky’s ballet, Swan Lake. The tonal vibrations and pulsations materialize within the crystal, dictating its final form.
According to Phenom World, a Netherlands based manufacturer of electron microscopes and other high-tech imaging tools, “crystals exposed to music showed differences in size, form and structure of the surface. But what exactly about different frequencies and rhythm vibrations causes the change still remains a mystery.
“I believe that a design is not something that is completed through being given a form, but rather something that is completed by the human heart. I also feel that incorporating the principles and movements of nature into ideas will become something important in future design.”
text source: Spoon & Tamago
a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
Foliage. Ink on paper.
Finally! Pokemon au for Sherlock!
Only took me two months ah hahahahaha
It’s one of the stories I had for that Sherlock au fanbook I’m working on. This thing took so long I had time for a lot of headcanon stuff to develop.
- Sherlock’s inability to form a bond with any pokemon (until Gengar)
- The guy in the photo is Sherlock’s great grand uncle on his mother’s side
- The Holmes family specializes in fire type
- The Gengar’s name used to be Unknown but Sherlock changed it to Bill
- Sherlock has been modifing pokeballs to have a higher capture rate
That’s all I can recall right now. Anyways now I can move on to drawing the rest of that fanbook. Hopefully it’ll be finished before Christmas…orz
Edit: Also there’s no dialogue for this story.