Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'

That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
Rode my bike through the river today.

Rode my bike through the river today.

brutalgeneration:

view from top of skogafoss (by naim nasir)

brutalgeneration:

view from top of skogafoss (by naim nasir)

sufferme:

HELLHOUND. I was recently asked to be the first featured artist for my buddy Chris’s new clothing start up called BOUND BY. This particular line will feature artists from all disciplines and from all parts of the world. I’m very honored to have been given that privilege, and the result is this piece you see here. A struggle from day one, the potency of the imagery is a direct result of my physical and mental reality along the way to fruition. After what seemed like an eternity, the dust settled… and I was proud of my offering. here you have it. coming soon to a tshirt near you. keep your eyes open for this and many more designs from BOUND BY. ink and acrylic on heavy watercolor paper (rives bfk) mike moses www.thedrowntown.com 2014

sufferme:

HELLHOUND. I was recently asked to be the first featured artist for my buddy Chris’s new clothing start up called BOUND BY. This particular line will feature artists from all disciplines and from all parts of the world. I’m very honored to have been given that privilege, and the result is this piece you see here. A struggle from day one, the potency of the imagery is a direct result of my physical and mental reality along the way to fruition. After what seemed like an eternity, the dust settled… and I was proud of my offering. here you have it. coming soon to a tshirt near you. keep your eyes open for this and many more designs from BOUND BY. ink and acrylic on heavy watercolor paper (rives bfk) mike moses www.thedrowntown.com 2014

AudioSlave- Shadow on the Sun ●

jenmann:

"what is lost"
30”x40” 
oil on canvas
www.jenmann.com

jenmann:

"what is lost"

30”x40” 

oil on canvas

www.jenmann.com

red-lipstick:

Chamo San (Spanish, b. 1987, Les Corts, Spain) - 1: Scared, 2010  2: Chiguolf, 2010  3: Loba, 2010      Drawings: Ink on Moleskine

supersonicart:

Erik Jones, “Motion.”

Opening this Saturday, July 5th at Hashimoto Contemporary in San Francisco, California is artist Erik Jones (Interviewed) very anticipated solo show, “Motion.”  Featuring a multitude of brand new portraits in Jones’s signature, colorful style.  Jones looks at his works as conceptual fashion design where the color becomes the clothing.  As Erik put it when I interviewed him, “The viewer is capturing a random moment where the forms are consuming the figure. Not in an aggressive or obtrusive way but more like wearing clothes that are alive. Clothes that revere you, they breathe with you.”

Erik’s work is expected to sell quickly - if you’re interested in purchasing a piece please contact Megan at hashimotocontemporary@gmail.com.

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