Open House for Butterflies is one of the loveliest works to come out of the magical eight-year collaboration between the beloved children’s authors Ruth Krauss (1901-1903) and Maurice Sendak (1928-2012). With illustrations by Sendak, and words by Krauss, Open House for Butterflies is sweet, funny, and oftentimes soul-stirring in its purity and simplicity. A gem.
New York-based artist Nobutaka Aozaki‘s works make me smile. The first time I heard of Aozaki was from his project, From Here to There, in which Aozaki, pretending to be a tourist in New York, asks pedestrians for directions by having them draw a map to the destination. From Here to There is an ongoing project, still yet unfinished, as Aozaki composes the small handrawn maps together to form a large map of Manhattan. Value_Added is another one of his projects which I found amusing. The artist takes the same can of corn to multiple supermarket and re-buys it. The single can of corn has been re-bought from 105 supermarkets for a total of $113.07. ( as of June 1, 2013 )
And another – Open Bag, in which Aozaki walks around the city with a backpack unzipped. Inside the backpack is a voice recorder, capturing the voices of strangers telling him his bag is open. A recording of these fleeting interactions is placed and played back in the open backpack .
Most of have seen the iconic “Lunch atop a Skyscraper” photo taken in 1932, but here’s a photo of some of the men napping after lunch-
Speaking of sleep, have you seen photos of Ted Spagna’s sleep portraiture work? : “Taken at fixed intervals throughout the night from a bird’s-eye view, and displayed in chronological order, the series of images reads like a silent film.”
Really excited for Brandon and his upcoming book, based on his beautiful project, Humans of New York. It’ll be out in mid-October, but you can pre-order the book here.
When oranges have babies, they name each and every one Clementine, simply because they love that name. Clementines are playful. They love to hop, skip, and bounce, and they love making everyone smile. The truth is, Clementines are so sweet to others because their hearts are incredibly sweet on the inside. If you were a fruit, how sweet would you taste? Like a watermelon? Hopefully not like a bitter melon!
I think you would be as sweet as a Clementine. When you peel a Clementine, they’ll eagerly wriggle free to hop, skip, and bounce into your mouth! Let their sweet juices remind you that being sweet to others- just as how Clementines are sweet to you- is the best thing to do!
Of all the fruits that grow on trees, figs are probably the ones that the birds and the bees will fight for the hardest, so you’ll have to be quick! They never last long unclaimed. But if you do get to them before they’re all gone, you’ll know why figs are the trophies of all fruit.
Figs taste like somebody squeezed a big spoonful of honey in them! When you bite softly into a pod, inside the honey-sweet flesh there are thousands of tiny seeds, which crackle and pop in celebration, exclaiming to you in fig-talk, “Congratulations!” for being the lucky one to get to them first. Congratulations!
Not too long ago, Pluto was the name of a planet in our solar system. Every day, every hour, every minute, for many, many years, Pluto’s job was to run in a circle around the sun.
After a very long time of running, Pluto decided to stop running in circles around the sun. Instead, Pluto decided to travel the universe and visit his fellow planet friends. Since Pluto had billions and billions of friends to go see -Pluto is quite popular- Pluto split into a trillion tiny Pluots!
Pluots come to visit Earth every fall, so don’t miss them! When you get a hold of one, behold and observe them. You can see the speckles of stardust on the pluot’s surface and taste the amazing planet down to its core!
Meet Brother Fuyu and Sister Hachiya. Their last name is Persimmon. Like most siblings, they share many things in common. They’re both orange. They both grow on trees. Both have names a bit hard to remember. And just like most siblings, they are very different from one another as well. Brother Fuyu is shorter, a bit more round and squat. Sister Hachiya, on the other hand, is taller, shaped like an acorn. Fuyu is very outgoing. He’s ready to be eaten right off the tree!
Hachiya on the other hand is extremely shy. If she hasn’t softened up to you, you will definitely regret forcing her to open up. Her bitterness will make your eyes squint and mouth very unhappy. But if you have some patience and let her be, Hachiya will start softening up…more and more and more…until she is downright mushy! Hachiya just needs some time, but if you are lovingly patient, you can get to know just how sweet she can be.
While mixing some watercolors today to determine color schemes for an upcoming stationery project, one part of the palate had some yellows, and greens, and browns, and the way they blended together made me think, “wow. that is the color of a perfectly ripe avocado.”
One thing led to another,
and I made this.
In my life, everything just wonderfully ends up being food.
I’ve been reading Intellectuals by Paul Johnson. It’s an intriguing look into the personal lives of the minds that have shaped our modern world. So far, I’ve read the case studies of Rousseau and Shelley, and boy, they both were quite mad and dangerously seductive.
I discovered white Moleskine notebooks! I can see them turning quite grungy getting tossed around in my tote bag, but for now, they look as virginal as the pages within.
I found this lovely ring at a local flea market, and it’s one piece of jewelry I keep on everyday. I like jewelry that are barely there – thin lines, delicate shapes, minimal material.
I’ve been munching on these Chocolatey Cats from Trader Joe’s. The cats come in two positions. When I pluck one that is lying obediently like this one here, I spare him and place him back into the tub, until I find those that are positioned like this-