gallowhill:

Mel Bochner - Measurement: Plant, 1969
Road Service,Maxwell Fry
http://crumbargento.tumblr.com/

365 Days of New Music—artist #191—Andrea Gabrieli - Sanctus and Benedictus à 12—7/14/14

Is it possible to live inside a piece of music? Because I want to.

droomoog:

The first page of the score to John Zorn’s The Dead Man.

insane bowing

48cameras:

sontagbloodysontag:

"In a way his pictures are like a transcendent juggling act in which it seems that the whole universe is in exquisite flying motion and the one point of repose is the juggler’s effortless, uninterested face…Keaton’s face ranked almost with Lincoln’s as an early American archetype; it was haunting, handsome, almost beautiful, yet it was irreducibly funny…" -James Agee on Buster Keaton

tragically funny

48cameras:

sontagbloodysontag:

"In a way his pictures are like a transcendent juggling act in which it seems that the whole universe is in exquisite flying motion and the one point of repose is the juggler’s effortless, uninterested face…Keaton’s face ranked almost with Lincoln’s as an early American archetype; it was haunting, handsome, almost beautiful, yet it was irreducibly funny…" -James Agee on Buster Keaton

tragically funny

365 Days of New Music—artist #190—Arnold Schoenberg - Moses und Aron: Act II, Scene III: The Golden Calf and the Altar—7/13/14

docile-body:

Nam June Paik performs an interpretation of La Monte Young’s Composition 1960 No. 10 at the International Fluxus Festival of Newest Music, 1962.

docile-body:

Nam June Paik performs an interpretation of La Monte Young’s Composition 1960 No. 10 at the International Fluxus Festival of Newest Music, 1962.

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ymutate:

Klaus Suss mask knife, 1995. © Art Fund, Dresden State Art Collections. 

ymutate:

Klaus Suss mask knife, 1995. © Art Fund, Dresden State Art Collections. 

(via blushingcheekymonkey)

365 Days of New Music—artist #189—Last Days of Humanity - A Divine Proclamation of Finishing the Present Existence—7/12/14

Genocide 1, drawing by Larry Marotta, quote from the book Machete Season by Jean Hatzfeld