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some personal updates ✌🏻

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#4/20 - DING REN - 2016/17 IYL Showcase Finalist

Ding Ren is a Chinese-American photographer and writer who is currently based in Amsterdam. With a multi-cultural and intuitive approach, Ding Ren’s analogue photography seeks to capture delicate urban details.  

Her work has been exhibited in the United States, the Netherlands, Germany, the Philippines, China, Ireland, Iceland, Italy, Portugal, South Korea, the UK, and Poland. Ren is currently Adjunct Assistant Professor of Photography for University of Maryland, University College. 

She is the co-founder of google sheep view and as a result is an avid knitter.

Main image chosen by Amy Heaton - Impossible Project On display at the Fiorentini Baker

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Impermanence, “Karuna”

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Impermanence will be released February 24th 2017, on Anti- & Transgressive.

You can pre-order it here.

You can hear the album’s first piece, “Karuna” here, courtesy of NPR.

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Karuna translates as “compassion”, but the song speaks to its absence, calling out to a kindness just out of earshot.

It’s my disoriented plea for inaudible protection from the audibly merciless,

My vertigo at the cliff of unprecedented change, bracing for suffering in light of receding hope.

“Karuna” is my voice, inundated with emptiness, reiterating compassion,

Throwing a coin down a deep well, waiting for a reassuring splash to interrupt an alarmingly long fall.

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Written & performed by Peter Silberman

Featuring Nicholas Principe on percussion & Peter Tullio practicing Ujjayi breath

Produced by Peter Silberman & Nicholas Principe

Engineered by Nicholas Principe at People Teeth in Saugerties, NY

Mixed by Andrew Dunn

Mastered by Joe Lambert

Artwork by Zan Goodman & Justin Hollar

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hey tumblr it’s been a minute. Just checkin in... hope y’all are practicing self love and positivity. I love all of you and if you need to vent I am here.

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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire’s glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song’s measure Can trample a kingdom down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself in our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world’s worth For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. A breath of our inspiration Is the life of each generation A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming… The soldier, the king, and the peasant Are working together in one, Till our dream shall become their present, And their work in the world be done. They had no vision amazing Of the goodly house they are raising; They had no divine foreshowing Of the land to which they are going: But on one man’s soul it hath broken, A light that doth not depart; And his look, or a word he hath spoken, Wrought flame in another man’s heart. And therefore to-day is thrilling With a past day’s late fulfilling; And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted, And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, Are bringing to pass, as they may, In the world, for its joy or its sorrow, The dream that was scorned yesterday. But we, with our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see, Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. For we are afar with the dawning And the suns that are not yet high, And out of the infinite morning Intrepid you hear us cry … How, spite of your human scorning, Once more God’s future draws nigh, And already goes forth the warning That ye of the past must die. Great hail! we cry to the comers From the dazzling unknown shore; Bring us hither your sun and your summers; And renew our world as of yore; You shall teach us your song’s new numbers, And things that we dreamed not before: Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, And a singer who sings no more.

-Arthur O’Shaughnessy

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Window - The Album Leaf - In A Safe Place

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Modern technology is making us anti-social!

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the treat yo self scene in parks n rec is the worst thing that ever happened to my self control

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ig: @20.aliens

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Geometric LA, Sallie Harrison

A closer look into photographer Sallie Harrison’s pastel exploration of Los Angeles and its many geometric landscapes.

Instagram.com/WeTheUrban

Keep reading

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…and there we were. Having a nice night in the studio when Alta goes and conjures the Dark Lord. Again.

#nofilter

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Despacio, Hammersmith Town Hall, 19-22 Dec 2013 Photos by Kurt Augustyns

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