<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:28:07.165-05:00</updated><category term='be kind rewind'/><category term='jasmine raznahan'/><category term='armpit'/><category term='sport'/><category term='andy'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='your wee sister'/><category term='lost'/><category term='bad'/><category term='droog'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='relational'/><category term='shirt'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='screen print'/><category term='wall art'/><category term='graffiti'/><category term='social services'/><category term='shower'/><category term='poster'/><category term='art'/><category term='your parents'/><category term='ghost busters'/><category term='mina wu'/><category term='carolyn'/><category term='embroider'/><category term='ball'/><category term='participatory'/><category term='hanger'/><category term='you'/><category term='rain'/><category term='singin&apos; in the rain'/><category term='london squared'/><category term='pits'/><category term='paddle'/><category term='ping pong'/><category term='hector serrano'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='david shrigley'/><category term='tribes'/><category term='deitch'/><category term='lamp'/><category term='performance'/><category term='michel gondry'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='julien previeux'/><category term='london'/><category term='floral'/><title type='text'>Living Vicariously Thru Other People's Art</title><subtitle type='html'>things i wish i made</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1413980555956555692</id><published>2012-01-26T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:27:51.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summoned Luck for Missing Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ussVv34rs04/TyH9P_52tEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OjSqf-9f71g/s1600/35_kravencardfrontsweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ussVv34rs04/TyH9P_52tEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OjSqf-9f71g/s400/35_kravencardfrontsweb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karenkraven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Karen Kraven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1413980555956555692?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1413980555956555692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1413980555956555692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2012/01/summoned-luck-for-missing-numbers.html' title='Summoned Luck for Missing Numbers'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ussVv34rs04/TyH9P_52tEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OjSqf-9f71g/s72-c/35_kravencardfrontsweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4135932365324813196</id><published>2011-10-31T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:33:25.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping without triggering a security light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m8nq523jUo/TqDSMuPA32I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pD7vNGM4bNQ/s1600/stripping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m8nq523jUo/TqDSMuPA32I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pD7vNGM4bNQ/s400/stripping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kianooshmotallebi.com/"&gt;Kianoosh Motallebi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4135932365324813196?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4135932365324813196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4135932365324813196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/10/stripping-without-triggering-security.html' title='Stripping without triggering a security light'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m8nq523jUo/TqDSMuPA32I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pD7vNGM4bNQ/s72-c/stripping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1346793888850188049</id><published>2011-08-10T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:37:34.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Display Book Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ar8-63b7MI/TkMqw-GwwfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1W-vUMiGJ3I/s1600/380_display-book-shelfsmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ar8-63b7MI/TkMqw-GwwfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1W-vUMiGJ3I/s400/380_display-book-shelfsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatock.com/"&gt;Daniel Eatock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago I had photographs printed measuring about 4' wide.  Each print was askew, printing a nearly imperceptible bend in the middle.  It was like a visual take on a record's wow.  A problem at the time, the printer gave me a credit for the mistakes.  A friend suggested that I print a black band as long as the credit would afford... Up close, the print would look like a waste of money and ink; at a distance, however, the 'wow' would just be more pronounced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British graphic designer and artist Daniel Eatock* uses the same incidental wow with his book shelf pictured above.  Using MDF and the weight of too many books and insufficient support, the shelf gives in the middle.  The books hint at a problem, but in leveling themselves, they boast purpose.  The wow, underlying and supportive, is hushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The same who created indexhibit, which can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.leahglushien.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.indexhibit.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1346793888850188049?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1346793888850188049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1346793888850188049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/08/display-book-shelf.html' title='Display Book Shelf'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ar8-63b7MI/TkMqw-GwwfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1W-vUMiGJ3I/s72-c/380_display-book-shelfsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3327163512561225624</id><published>2011-07-26T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:33:51.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>Chris Burden&lt;br /&gt;1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="405" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EYg8XJJg3VI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3327163512561225624?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3327163512561225624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3327163512561225624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/07/samson.html' title='Samson'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EYg8XJJg3VI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3599919159861743687</id><published>2011-05-21T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:49:24.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Trace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUlkh4b04JY/TdhaX3K1pVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qc_YX4CER90/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUlkh4b04JY/TdhaX3K1pVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qc_YX4CER90/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innovo-design.com/"&gt;Innovo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seedlings in the tray of this pseudo-stand are grown by the used umbrellas that drip dry atop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovo, the Chinese design collective, describes Green Trace as such: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random movements of people could influence easily life circumstances.The Chinese ancient philosophy believes that respecting the principle of nature is how humans are able to survive in this world. If the human habits follow the law of nature, they can be embodied in the products through kinds of phenomenon. When a design conforms to the natural habit of human, the product will have more vitality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Best Umbrella Stand Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3599919159861743687?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3599919159861743687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3599919159861743687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/05/green-trace.html' title='Green Trace'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUlkh4b04JY/TdhaX3K1pVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qc_YX4CER90/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8781057135574820887</id><published>2011-05-14T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:03:37.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__cV_ZQfFfo/Tcn56UIrx-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/M0ILfmGLXIA/s1600/HC_Carnation_WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__cV_ZQfFfo/Tcn56UIrx-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/M0ILfmGLXIA/s400/HC_Carnation_WEB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollycoulis.com/"&gt;Holly Coulis &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately thought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Adz91Ipv4_k/Tcn8XOdoKgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tkKgcR5sAjw/s1600/peony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Adz91Ipv4_k/Tcn8XOdoKgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tkKgcR5sAjw/s400/peony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met my friend, Lauren, for brunch last year, I brought her a peony from outside my building.  The best way to tote it around was in this bottle of water.  Set beside the restaurant's table piece, our resourcefulness at once signified poor etiquette but a hell of a lot of charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8781057135574820887?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8781057135574820887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8781057135574820887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/05/carnation.html' title='Carnation'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__cV_ZQfFfo/Tcn56UIrx-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/M0ILfmGLXIA/s72-c/HC_Carnation_WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7322296244257196151</id><published>2011-04-19T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:54:31.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depleting 89 marker pens that I received on the occasion of entering the computer age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TQJaCkCYfhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q2ht2Eb6Yfw/s1600/depleting+89+marker+pens+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TQJaCkCYfhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q2ht2Eb6Yfw/s400/depleting+89+marker+pens+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toriljohannessen.no/"&gt;Toril Johannessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depleting is nice.  Everything that could be done was done, and look what came of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7322296244257196151?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7322296244257196151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7322296244257196151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/04/depleting-89-marker-pens-that-i.html' title='Depleting 89 marker pens that I received on the occasion of entering the computer age'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TQJaCkCYfhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q2ht2Eb6Yfw/s72-c/depleting+89+marker+pens+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7543754819437644753</id><published>2011-04-13T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:11:49.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/8095457" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michalkohut.com/"&gt;Michal Kohút&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sounds of nature must be disturbed by anything, let it be this.  Czech artist Michal Kohút set a xylophone underneath roofs, gutters, and trees, letting the melting snow strike the bars however they fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7543754819437644753?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7543754819437644753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7543754819437644753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/04/prelude.html' title='Prelude'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2974605304236331132</id><published>2011-04-02T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:22:04.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Armada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31HTLHl093c/TZZjNUT_x3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KrQkDUYZ_Fw/s1600/JHarmada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31HTLHl093c/TZZjNUT_x3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KrQkDUYZ_Fw/s400/JHarmada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessiehenson.com/"&gt;Jessie Henson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found paintings of schooners on the open sea meet at each one's horizon.  Individually, they boast the vastness of the sea, the fresh air, calm, and occasional bout of danger.  Edging the perimeter of this angular space, they suggest a time line of fallen ships, regaling cavalier notions of survival and a flat planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2974605304236331132?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2974605304236331132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2974605304236331132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/04/armada.html' title='Armada'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31HTLHl093c/TZZjNUT_x3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KrQkDUYZ_Fw/s72-c/JHarmada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4547439020747899935</id><published>2011-03-29T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:36:09.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janelle Monáe Rocks To Lauryn Hill &amp; Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXIE81Tibpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXIE81Tibpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Monáe filled a Toronto club with soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4547439020747899935?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4547439020747899935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4547439020747899935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/janelle-monae-rocks-to-lauryn-hill.html' title='Janelle Monáe Rocks To Lauryn Hill &amp; Kanye West'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5482328669072865437</id><published>2011-03-27T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:19:44.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJt6ETGyFPU/TY-3-wCAs7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/aRYhYrmOsp4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-27%2Bat%2B6.10.39%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJt6ETGyFPU/TY-3-wCAs7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/aRYhYrmOsp4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-27%2Bat%2B6.10.39%2BPM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattwedel.com"&gt;Matt Wedel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy, meticulous, and gorgeous all in one.  This makes me miss working with clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedel is offering this piece through the GlobalGiving eBay project/store &lt;a href="http://myworld.ebay.com/handmade-for-japan/?_trksid=p4340.l2559"&gt;"Handmade for Japan"&lt;/a&gt;.  100% of the final selling price will be donated to help raise relief funds for Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5482328669072865437?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5482328669072865437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5482328669072865437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/flower-tree.html' title='Flower Tree'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJt6ETGyFPU/TY-3-wCAs7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/aRYhYrmOsp4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-27%2Bat%2B6.10.39%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8316815418798758351</id><published>2011-03-23T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:07:57.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Are Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXimsdnSER0/TYlz5yvdLaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZjIkxts7Xkg/s1600/39_cousteau1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXimsdnSER0/TYlz5yvdLaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZjIkxts7Xkg/s400/39_cousteau1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luisdourado.net"&gt;Luis Dourado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the series &lt;a href="http://www.luisdourado.net/2009/famous-are-dreaming/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8316815418798758351?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8316815418798758351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8316815418798758351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/famous-are-dreaming.html' title='Famous Are Dreaming'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXimsdnSER0/TYlz5yvdLaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZjIkxts7Xkg/s72-c/39_cousteau1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-25986747818408912</id><published>2011-03-22T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:16:43.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iksi.tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiUe2VD1nBE/TYgVdMrs9QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Vr7vl60Jw58/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-21%2Bat%2B11.19.37%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiUe2VD1nBE/TYgVdMrs9QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Vr7vl60Jw58/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-21%2Bat%2B11.19.37%2BPM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=" http://iksi.tv/20110102"&gt;Iksi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manipulable image reveals a snippet of time from Antwerp- and Amsterdam-based designer Iksi's immediate or passing scenery.  The solitary feel projects a sense of knowing neither language nor anyone.  For a moment, you are visitor of his locale, site, and life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-25986747818408912?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/25986747818408912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/25986747818408912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/iksitv.html' title='iksi.tv'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiUe2VD1nBE/TYgVdMrs9QI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Vr7vl60Jw58/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-21%2Bat%2B11.19.37%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5738676828433186494</id><published>2011-03-20T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:40:51.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhF85sYrSsk/TYV-YPf9g1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mh5fwEjvDNo/s1600/liviamarin_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhF85sYrSsk/TYV-YPf9g1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mh5fwEjvDNo/s400/liviamarin_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qu3OUCxpIMQ/TYV_xYKTr_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/NvQU7vvPeFI/s1600/liviamarin_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qu3OUCxpIMQ/TYV_xYKTr_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/NvQU7vvPeFI/s400/liviamarin_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepages.gold.ac.uk/liviamarin/"&gt;Livia Marin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken à la Things, I melt like Amélie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nIGJRXK5LDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nIGJRXK5LDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from &lt;a href="http://www.booooooom.com"&gt;Booooooom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5738676828433186494?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5738676828433186494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5738676828433186494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/broken-things.html' title='Broken Things'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhF85sYrSsk/TYV-YPf9g1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/mh5fwEjvDNo/s72-c/liviamarin_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1502767716492448080</id><published>2011-03-15T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:02:22.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shining Recut</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="410" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KmkVWuP_sO0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/neochosen"&gt;neochosen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Ides of March.  The Ides of March marks the date of Julius Caesar's imminent death that was dramatized in Shakespeare's play.  Backstabber (curated by &lt;a href="http://davedyment.com/"&gt;Dave Dyment&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.artmetropole.com/"&gt;Art Metropole&lt;/a&gt;, 2001) was an exhibition for the Ides of March.  There's a bit of romanticization in both Shakespeare's and Dyment's work, so to honor all of that, here is the pinnacle of recut trailers (and with a bit of Ides in it too).  You know the scene where Jack hurls the baseball down a long corridor?  The first time I saw neochosen's trailer, I felt like that baseball -- happy-go-lucky-ly.  That is how much I wish I came up with this first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1502767716492448080?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1502767716492448080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1502767716492448080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/shining-recut.html' title='The Shining Recut'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KmkVWuP_sO0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5963352789711808054</id><published>2011-03-15T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:42:20.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iuRFRJd9po/TX_1tkZ3duI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zzhm2wPuPVI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-15%2Bat%2B7.26.14%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iuRFRJd9po/TX_1tkZ3duI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zzhm2wPuPVI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-15%2Bat%2B7.26.14%2BPM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wkstudio.bigcartel.com/pages/japan-relief"&gt;W+K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W+K studio designed this print to raise relief funds for the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan on March 11, and now threat of nuclear meltdown.  Buy a poster for $25 or more, 100% goes to the Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To donate and receive a print, &lt;a href="http://wkstudio.bigcartel.com/pages/japan-relief"&gt;visit W+K Studio here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a $10 donation directly to the Red Cross, text REDCROSS to 90999 or &lt;a href="http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&amp;s_src=RSG000000000&amp;s_subsrc=RCO_BigRedButton"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5963352789711808054?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5963352789711808054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5963352789711808054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-japan.html' title='Help Japan'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iuRFRJd9po/TX_1tkZ3duI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zzhm2wPuPVI/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-15%2Bat%2B7.26.14%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3703080982575038262</id><published>2011-02-28T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:34:42.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found by James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9yJIeDAKI/TWxtLhkLRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QtbqGO9dnrg/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-28%2Bat%2B10.50.41%2BPM.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9yJIeDAKI/TWxtLhkLRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QtbqGO9dnrg/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-28%2Bat%2B10.50.41%2BPM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://foundbyjames.com"&gt;James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does he share with us rare finds from around the world, but he also makes them &lt;b&gt;attainable&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3703080982575038262?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3703080982575038262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3703080982575038262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/02/found-by-james.html' title='Found by James'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9yJIeDAKI/TWxtLhkLRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QtbqGO9dnrg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-28%2Bat%2B10.50.41%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5428665284884228197</id><published>2011-01-01T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:38:43.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alto Cumulus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR-Qa5cGWGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9RlGs6SqOrs/s1600/streicher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR-Qa5cGWGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9RlGs6SqOrs/s400/streicher.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TJa5DR3y3mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V5kwDrymKRI/s1600/streicher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maxstreicher.com/"&gt;Max Streicher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen chemoreceptors in our bodies is what cues the respiratory cycle for most people.&amp;nbsp; This hypoxic drive to breathe is what I feel when seeing this work by Canadian artist Max Streicher.&amp;nbsp; Symptoms of hypoxia, the lack of arterial oxygen that fuels tissues and entire body, can be felt by headache, nausea, fatigue, shortness of breath, and slight euphoria.&amp;nbsp; Shortness of breath and euphoria?&amp;nbsp; Check and check.&amp;nbsp; With severe hypoxia, the skin may take on a blueish color, which is only funny here because the reflection of the swimming pool gives off the cyanotic appearance. &amp;nbsp; The hypoxic urge to inhale all the air in the room and the stench of chlorine in an enclosed space is nauseating; therein lies the humor.&amp;nbsp; None of this matters to Streicher, whose drive is to make swimming more playful within the architecture of the room.&amp;nbsp; Check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5428665284884228197?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5428665284884228197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5428665284884228197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2011/01/alto-cumulus.html' title='Alto Cumulus'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR-Qa5cGWGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9RlGs6SqOrs/s72-c/streicher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7002455172059421533</id><published>2010-12-31T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:34:45.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TRog_CpJKcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mdn3rvZFNAQ/s1600/electric-shadow-04.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TRog_CpJKcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mdn3rvZFNAQ/s400/electric-shadow-04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gzzglz.com/"&gt;Zevs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do this five years ago, but lacked the nerve.  Luckily, French street artist Zevs did it five years prior and a hundred times better.  By tracing the shadows of street objects (posts, benches, garbage cans, etc.), the artist created streetscapes based on the fleeting je nais sais quoi of light hitting at just the right moment.  Doing this, oft-ignored street objects are commemorated and their temporary accompaniments are made subtle constants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other beauties: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR5LIGsb5gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/O_g0X8eaTBE/s1600/electric-shadow-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR5LIGsb5gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/O_g0X8eaTBE/s400/electric-shadow-03.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR5LMiWRD5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/oKApJUag-xY/s1600/electric-shadow-06-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TR5LMiWRD5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/oKApJUag-xY/s400/electric-shadow-06-1.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7002455172059421533?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7002455172059421533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7002455172059421533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/12/electric-shadow.html' title='Electric Shadow'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TRog_CpJKcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mdn3rvZFNAQ/s72-c/electric-shadow-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4793692974553494249</id><published>2010-11-28T19:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:56:21.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buildings Made of Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TPL3R3WrjPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/adB0Zv1DfI0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-28%2Bat%2B7.39.42%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TPL3R3WrjPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/adB0Zv1DfI0/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-28%2Bat%2B7.39.42%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544765977535417586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peterwegner.com"&gt;Peter Wegner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these as tall as those buildings are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4793692974553494249?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4793692974553494249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4793692974553494249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/11/buildings-made-of-sky.html' title='Buildings Made of Sky'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TPL3R3WrjPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/adB0Zv1DfI0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-28%2Bat%2B7.39.42%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1316856909280328016</id><published>2010-10-10T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:46:52.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Hospice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TLJeWf_DPqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EeoNxY0h1L8/s1600/125353103683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TLJeWf_DPqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EeoNxY0h1L8/s400/125353103683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526583433373105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galerie-vallois.com/fr/artiste.html"&gt;Gilles Barbier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes superheroes more real than the throes of aging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1316856909280328016?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1316856909280328016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1316856909280328016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/lhospice.html' title='L&apos;Hospice'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TLJeWf_DPqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EeoNxY0h1L8/s72-c/125353103683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8230907736240879154</id><published>2010-09-16T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:02:45.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILffVtRA2I/AAAAAAAAATo/yM8cBng4jhg/s1600/hopkins_slammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILffVtRA2I/AAAAAAAAATo/yM8cBng4jhg/s400/hopkins_slammer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513214623350850402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jameshopkinsworks.com"&gt;James Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopkins corrects the imbalance that the medium creates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8230907736240879154?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8230907736240879154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8230907736240879154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/09/slammer.html' title='Slammer'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILffVtRA2I/AAAAAAAAATo/yM8cBng4jhg/s72-c/hopkins_slammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4813742625177533403</id><published>2010-09-07T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:26:39.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Benten Kozō Kikunosuke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILlNSH1_jI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ldVdwBguiP0/s1600/SC172333.fpx%26obj%3Diip,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILlNSH1_jI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ldVdwBguiP0/s400/SC172333.fpx%26obj%3Diip,1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513220910220705330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunisada"&gt;Utagawa Kunisada I (Toyokuni III)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a theatrical scene from the artist's imagination.  The male actor plays a thief who dresses as a woman; the reveal is made by his tattooed arm peeking out, as only men bore tattoos back then.  Despite that, I like to think of this as a self-portrait.  I mean, I sit on furniture and drink tea with my arm out like that all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4813742625177533403?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4813742625177533403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4813742625177533403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/09/benten-kozo-kikunosuke.html' title='Benten Kozō Kikunosuke'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TILlNSH1_jI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ldVdwBguiP0/s72-c/SC172333.fpx%26obj%3Diip,1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4756597707689732263</id><published>2010-09-05T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:16:00.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A) Everything's gonna be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXc30Gt-6I/AAAAAAAAASw/PraW6e_gk0c/s1600/jpg_everything_s_gonna-f8d0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXc30Gt-6I/AAAAAAAAASw/PraW6e_gk0c/s400/jpg_everything_s_gonna-f8d0d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509552570595408802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julienberthier.org"&gt;Julien Berthier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Work No. 790&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THsmhFJJ58I/AAAAAAAAATg/pVZ06E8kgbY/s1600/work790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THsmhFJJ58I/AAAAAAAAATg/pVZ06E8kgbY/s400/work790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511040918776047554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martincreed.com"&gt;Martin Creed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4756597707689732263?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4756597707689732263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4756597707689732263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/everythings-gonna-be-alright.html' title='A) Everything&apos;s gonna be alright'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXc30Gt-6I/AAAAAAAAASw/PraW6e_gk0c/s72-c/jpg_everything_s_gonna-f8d0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7952198279418528951</id><published>2010-09-02T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:23:56.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THslZ8FmwyI/AAAAAAAAATY/_WnasB8H1AM/s1600/34_web-skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THslZ8FmwyI/AAAAAAAAATY/_WnasB8H1AM/s400/34_web-skull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039696574530338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juliemoon.ca"&gt;Julie Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circa 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skulls are too dark to keep on display in plain sight in your home, no matter what the attraction is.  Canadian artist Julie Moon smooths over the grim discrepancy with her ceramic skulls pictured here.  At first glance, the skull is made a lovely object.  On second thought, Moon resets the skull.  The object, which is usually and expectedly so infused with male bravado, softens.  In place of intimidation and death, the innate quality of the skull is brought back to mind: its home within and the sensitivity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THslRFdYNKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CDapBb6BBj4/s1600/34_25dead-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THslRFdYNKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CDapBb6BBj4/s400/34_25dead-flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039544471336098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7952198279418528951?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7952198279418528951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7952198279418528951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/09/skulls.html' title='Skulls'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THslZ8FmwyI/AAAAAAAAATY/_WnasB8H1AM/s72-c/34_web-skull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2366546753971384701</id><published>2010-08-31T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:17:02.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Skull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THskS-GC-UI/AAAAAAAAATI/FHdhGMzdfuM/s1600/Smiling-Skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THskS-GC-UI/AAAAAAAAATI/FHdhGMzdfuM/s400/Smiling-Skull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511038477342538050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galerie-vallois.com/fr/artistes/barbier/oe.html"&gt;Gilles Barbier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's contagious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2366546753971384701?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2366546753971384701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2366546753971384701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/smiling-skull.html' title='Smiling Skull'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THskS-GC-UI/AAAAAAAAATI/FHdhGMzdfuM/s72-c/Smiling-Skull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5595492018524883263</id><published>2010-08-30T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:38:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goethe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THpxIMfXSmI/AAAAAAAAATA/M96mkFzmlSM/s1600/Jens-Stegger-Ledaal_Goethe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THpxIMfXSmI/AAAAAAAAATA/M96mkFzmlSM/s400/Jens-Stegger-Ledaal_Goethe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510841479646890594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artmilitia.org/"&gt;Jens Stegger Ledaal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Schiller died in 1805 and was buried in a mass grave.  Twenty-one years later, the German playwright's mortal remains were exhumed.  Karl Leberecht Schwabe, the mayor of Weimar, decided that the largest of the 20-something skulls in the grave could have only belonged to Schiller.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For safe-keeping in his home, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe removed his confidant's skull from the library where his entire skeleton was displayed.  Goethe later wrote the &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=2ckp-H-SFaUC&amp;lpg=PA208&amp;ots=K896lzH29J&amp;dq=on%20seeing%20schiller's%20skull&amp;pg=PA208#v=onepage&amp;q=on%20seeing%20schiller's%20skull&amp;f=false"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; "Lines On Seeing Schiller's Skull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999 it was revealed that a group of scientists exhumed Goethe's skeleton to conserve it in November 1970, nearly 140 years after his death.  The German polymath's skeleton also comes with paleopathological interest.  Opinions on the source of Goethe's stiff gait and posture were qualified, proving ankylosis (stiffened or consolidated joints) in his spine due to loss of intervertebral discs, spondylosis deformans (degeneration of intervertebral discs), and Morbus Forestier (fusion of several vertebrae).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busts commemorate.  Whether or not the back story is commemorated in the skull piece pictured above doesn't matter for my liking.  Norway-based artist Jens Stegger Ledaal carved into a ready-made bust of Goethe, revealing what we know would naturally lie beneath.  Most skull pieces I've seen are standalones that never reference the face or entire head.  They are sculpted or embellished, but in this case features are removed in order to create.  Grim might be a characteristic that comes to mind, but clever and brainy wins out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5595492018524883263?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5595492018524883263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5595492018524883263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/goethe.html' title='Goethe'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THpxIMfXSmI/AAAAAAAAATA/M96mkFzmlSM/s72-c/Jens-Stegger-Ledaal_Goethe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3836363230640775081</id><published>2010-08-29T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:56:00.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Résidence secondaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMnDjIUpOI/AAAAAAAAASA/61Z5szEMKJs/s1600/residencesecondaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMnDjIUpOI/AAAAAAAAASA/61Z5szEMKJs/s400/residencesecondaire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508789711127487714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julienberthier.org/"&gt;Julien Berthier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a cautionary tale of using limbs in art.  When I was in art school, a classmate made a plaster cast of his open palms with a bird's nest delicately placed in the center.  I was dying to say something; I liked the piece because I thought he was being cheeky, using hands that looked severed.  He explained that the piece was  about nurturing and protection... so the class, including myself, remained silent.  I am all for both those things in life, but less in sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years later, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?q=arrested+development&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;source=univ&amp;ei=U-J1TLXIBMLflgepx_HsCw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=image_result_group&amp;ct=title&amp;resnum=16&amp;ved=0CJMBELAEMA8&amp;biw=1408&amp;bih=646"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/a&gt; made me feel better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXhm_mQG9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/mryP2GQCXFA/s1600/arresteddevelopment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXhm_mQG9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/mryP2GQCXFA/s400/arresteddevelopment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509557779180821458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural association between viewer and art is a good quality, but limbs, severed ones especially, make it too didactic or hackneyed.  Bones, while relatable, are less familiar.  People go their whole lives without seeing their bones; it's safer to use them in art for this reason.  They are mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standalone skull is a common face (ha) in art.  They come with their own cautionary history: Halloween, poison, and pirates are a few.  Even Hamlet.  These beg for reconciliation, which could explain their place in art.  Maybe it's anthropological, bad-assy, easy to contrast, about the figure, the form, or a well-traveled bridge to science.  At first I thought skulls in art was overdone, but my appreciation has grown because of the next few posts, beginning with Berthier's topiary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the skull isn't a mere object.  Instead of a shrub in the shape of a squirrel or flower, the skull turns the homely art of tree sculpting against itself.  The greenery is reminiscent of a welcome mat, but screams keep away.  Seeing it so large, though, beckons because it is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3836363230640775081?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3836363230640775081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3836363230640775081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/residence-secondaire.html' title='Résidence secondaire'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMnDjIUpOI/AAAAAAAAASA/61Z5szEMKJs/s72-c/residencesecondaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3959748889227829067</id><published>2010-08-27T10:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:22:00.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le terrier &amp; La cabane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXRKqcS1hI/AAAAAAAAASo/HC2eAgYtTPo/s1600/Le-terrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXRKqcS1hI/AAAAAAAAASo/HC2eAgYtTPo/s400/Le-terrier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509539700279531026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXRG9yx39I/AAAAAAAAASg/3ZYlBdl_e0U/s1600/Cabane-dans-un-bonsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXRG9yx39I/AAAAAAAAASg/3ZYlBdl_e0U/s400/Cabane-dans-un-bonsai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509539636754636754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galerie-vallois.com/fr/artistes/barbier/"&gt;Gilles Barbier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grafting house and desk plants and big trees suddenly feels less fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3959748889227829067?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3959748889227829067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3959748889227829067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/le-terrier-la-cabane.html' title='Le terrier &amp; La cabane'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THXRKqcS1hI/AAAAAAAAASo/HC2eAgYtTPo/s72-c/Le-terrier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-125943614055090155</id><published>2010-08-26T07:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:35:00.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THG0hlJ_ppI/AAAAAAAAARo/cHg-VBmx4ag/s1600/boyscout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THG0hlJ_ppI/AAAAAAAAARo/cHg-VBmx4ag/s400/boyscout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508382308253542034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicolaiwallner.com/artists/micing/micing.html"&gt;Michael Elmgreen &amp; Ingar Dragset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, ignore the part about the boy scout, and just get a load of that bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Impossible&lt;br /&gt;2) Understandable&lt;br /&gt;3) Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-125943614055090155?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/125943614055090155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/125943614055090155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/boy-scout.html' title='Boy Scout'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THG0hlJ_ppI/AAAAAAAAARo/cHg-VBmx4ag/s72-c/boyscout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1442004728947465299</id><published>2010-08-25T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:23:31.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THR0GqAw4NI/AAAAAAAAASY/CuC9ccnyYQc/s1600/herecomesthesun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THR0GqAw4NI/AAAAAAAAASY/CuC9ccnyYQc/s400/herecomesthesun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509155901886488786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cesarco.info"&gt;Alejandro Cesarco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch this sun rise all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1442004728947465299?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1442004728947465299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1442004728947465299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here comes the sun'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THR0GqAw4NI/AAAAAAAAASY/CuC9ccnyYQc/s72-c/herecomesthesun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4822916436031179076</id><published>2010-08-24T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:23:55.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMo5nvGkfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GXf2Scie03g/s1600/jpg_WELCOME_HOME_HD-d5483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMo5nvGkfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GXf2Scie03g/s400/jpg_WELCOME_HOME_HD-d5483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508791739588448754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julienberthier.org/"&gt;Julien Berthier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just cartwheeled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4822916436031179076?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4822916436031179076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4822916436031179076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THMo5nvGkfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GXf2Scie03g/s72-c/jpg_WELCOME_HOME_HD-d5483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7026840791687909951</id><published>2010-08-23T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:28:24.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 cm higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THHcQAHSOFI/AAAAAAAAARw/RT31VnzkNWk/s1600/BAM-242-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THHcQAHSOFI/AAAAAAAAARw/RT31VnzkNWk/s400/BAM-242-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508425986717399122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://massimodecarlo.it/"&gt;Massimo Bartolini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I used to imagine the ceiling as the floor.  Imagine the windows closer to the floor, and having to walk around the light fixture.  Imagine the floor feeling like spackle.  Imagine no furniture on it.  I wasn't going for minimalism, but something more like Bartolini's 40 cm higher.  Imagine the floor 40 cm higher, swallowing everything on it.  Imagine you're 40 cm higher, and everything else is 40 cm inconvenient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7026840791687909951?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7026840791687909951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7026840791687909951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/40-cm-higher.html' title='40 cm higher'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THHcQAHSOFI/AAAAAAAAARw/RT31VnzkNWk/s72-c/BAM-242-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2769345849230646839</id><published>2010-08-22T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:51:09.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellevue, July 17th, 1994 (Cooling Box #5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THFpL3ZscAI/AAAAAAAAARg/2yaQel_jRsU/s1600/coolingbagvenice02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THFpL3ZscAI/AAAAAAAAARg/2yaQel_jRsU/s400/coolingbagvenice02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508299471822024706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicolaiwallner.com/artists/micing/micing.html"&gt;Michael Elmgreen &amp; Ingar Dragset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Damien Hirst made Hymn (1996), the 20-foot sculpture of an anatomical model toy, his fabricator hesitated painting over the expensive, labor-intensive, impeccable bronze.  Hirst's final justification was that the paint on the outdoor sculpture would be like skin, and eventually be worn down by the elements as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmgreen &amp; Dragset is a couple living and working in Berlin.  The couple's collaborative work brings mischief to mind, but it's done so sweetly that their subversiveness becomes earnest gestures.  One work is pictured above, a painted bronze sculpture of a cooler installed at the 2009 Venice Biennale.  Perhaps the impetus of painting this bronze (and Hirst's) was simply the absurdity of making the material look plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2769345849230646839?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2769345849230646839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2769345849230646839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/bellevue-july-17th-1994-cooling-box-5.html' title='Bellevue, July 17th, 1994 (Cooling Box #5)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/THFpL3ZscAI/AAAAAAAAARg/2yaQel_jRsU/s72-c/coolingbagvenice02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5638628493502420877</id><published>2010-08-12T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:41:54.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris 3-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGSwCj-ih7I/AAAAAAAAARY/4Ou9WLizqc0/s1600/tetrishigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGSwCj-ih7I/AAAAAAAAARY/4Ou9WLizqc0/s400/tetrishigh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504718202617366450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janchristensen.org/"&gt;Jan Christensen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://d19571964.u161.surftown.nu/"&gt;Bjørn-Kowalski Hansen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out wanting to describe the brain activity of imagining Tetris long after a game is over.  Eyes closed and trying to sleep, Tetris colors and blocks descend, rotate, and accumulate still.  Awake, things appear rigid and inefficient; it's as if cars, people, sidewalks, everything could get by a little easier if only they could rotate like Tetris blocks.  As far as brain activity goes, what's been found is a counter intuitive learning curve.  As the Tetris game gets harder, the brain requires less energy to play it; this suggests that the brain becomes more efficient at handling the stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGG7KNn1eII/AAAAAAAAARI/PLRj6VfR90I/s1600/39963_419137410924_631580924_5297559_1954032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGG7KNn1eII/AAAAAAAAARI/PLRj6VfR90I/s400/39963_419137410924_631580924_5297559_1954032_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503886003753285762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists Jan Christensen and Bjørn-Kowalski Hansen have created extra-large 3D Tetris blocks.  By placing the large sculptures outdoors, it's as if the artists are referring to the inescapable quality of the blocks, but also turn them into conquered standstills.  Another side of the work could be folding the insular Tetris game unto itself, making the overall piece something to be shared in public and that requires multiple hands to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGG7QUKkvbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-CJAXaht1Po/s1600/39963_419137405924_631580924_5297558_1677239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGG7QUKkvbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-CJAXaht1Po/s400/39963_419137405924_631580924_5297558_1677239_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503886108588817842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5638628493502420877?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5638628493502420877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5638628493502420877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/tetris-3-d.html' title='Tetris 3-D'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TGSwCj-ih7I/AAAAAAAAARY/4Ou9WLizqc0/s72-c/tetrishigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2829037373750659963</id><published>2010-08-08T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:48:41.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TF4fONSaMlI/AAAAAAAAARA/mp3625Z1OWA/s1600/07-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TF4fONSaMlI/AAAAAAAAARA/mp3625Z1OWA/s400/07-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502870123638829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galleriasales.it/mostre_precedenti/stefano_arienti/arienti_7_05_09/installazioni/index.htm"&gt;Stefano Arienti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of Arienti's work involves reinterpreting and resurfacing various covers, from refrigerator doors to album sleeves.  Mantras are recited to help with focus and meditation, and in my favorite piece, the Italian artist took cue from the record.  Here, Arienti transcribed his own mantra with the one already there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2829037373750659963?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2829037373750659963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2829037373750659963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TF4fONSaMlI/AAAAAAAAARA/mp3625Z1OWA/s72-c/07-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1185598696391638056</id><published>2010-08-06T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:56:57.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Variable Piece #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFzJOXJw51I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zcxgwr_tusA/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFzJOXJw51I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zcxgwr_tusA/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502494093310224210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Huebler&lt;br /&gt;1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH: May I photograph your face?&lt;br /&gt;W: Me, my face, whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;DH: Why, you have a beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1185598696391638056?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1185598696391638056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1185598696391638056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/variable-piece-34.html' title='Variable Piece #34'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFzJOXJw51I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zcxgwr_tusA/s72-c/IMG_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7860771734560765510</id><published>2010-08-03T23:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:14:36.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Les articulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFjcwRlJJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dXTD2Ec90Fs/s1600/Articulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFjcwRlJJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dXTD2Ec90Fs/s400/Articulation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501389666744084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galerie-vallois.com/fr/artistes/barbier/oe.html"&gt;Gilles Barbier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flags and speech bubbles babble between two articulation surfaces of a simple joint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's literal, and it's hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7860771734560765510?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7860771734560765510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7860771734560765510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/les-articulations.html' title='Les articulations'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFjcwRlJJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dXTD2Ec90Fs/s72-c/Articulation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3469319348062334695</id><published>2010-08-02T19:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:53:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFdUe5ogAPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CXzQ2mqZxvU/s1600/maurizio-cattelan-1442_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFdUe5ogAPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CXzQ2mqZxvU/s400/maurizio-cattelan-1442_3009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500958359699849458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galerieperrotin.com/Maurizio_Cattelan-works-oeuvres-1442-2.html"&gt;Maurizio Cattelan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cattelan built an extra long table-football game that would accommodate as many players as an actual football/soccer game requires.  I like it just as it is, ignoring the politics of the piece: art world as a mini society, but more sobering (Cattelan's home) Italian team played by Senegalese immigrants who suffered racism in Italy versus another team wearing a Nazi slogan on their shirts.  Yes, those points and the game/war comparison make it a more serious piece, but in all honesty, the resounding groan of a lost victory in a World Cup game is far more beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFdUaY85-fI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2htpq-eLuHk/s1600/maurizio-cattelan-1442_7982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFdUaY85-fI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2htpq-eLuHk/s400/maurizio-cattelan-1442_7982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500958282207590898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3469319348062334695?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3469319348062334695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3469319348062334695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/stadium.html' title='Stadium'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFdUe5ogAPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CXzQ2mqZxvU/s72-c/maurizio-cattelan-1442_3009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-6803718158787224388</id><published>2010-08-01T00:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:01:05.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please water the plant and feed the fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFT2DPPntpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oB8GXiiD6fs/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFT2DPPntpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oB8GXiiD6fs/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500291580418307730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.generalhotel.org/juliette_blightman"&gt;Juliette Blightman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would water and feed the hell out of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-6803718158787224388?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6803718158787224388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6803718158787224388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-water-plant-and-feed-fish.html' title='Please water the plant and feed the fish'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TFT2DPPntpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oB8GXiiD6fs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3643541185521251113</id><published>2010-07-03T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:11:14.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Someone Special Who Lost Someone Special While Listening to Dolly Parton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TC-RX_W09YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vvmwAhOBuxc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-03+at+3.36.46+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TC-RX_W09YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vvmwAhOBuxc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-07-03+at+3.36.46+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489766312118121858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tadhozumi.com"&gt;Tad Hozumi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for Tad's soccer paintings in honor of World Cup, since it is the only sport thing that conjures a warm fuzzy feeling for me.  Something about many countries, one simple problem, quick recovery from loss, united rooting, and rooting for a country not one's own that does it.  Instead I found a more recent work that, far from sport, radiates warmth in itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about meditation or yoga, it's not uncommon for one to hold an idea or person in mind, essentially sending healing energy to it.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thinking About Someone Special Who Lost Someone Special While Listening to Dolly Parton&lt;/span&gt; operates similarly, I would imagine, and does so in two ways.  First, the consideration that thinking about someone special can help said person heal*. Second, music as a tool to conjure up a certain feeling, and music as a therapy**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There have been studies on this.  I'll prove it in a forthcoming entry.&lt;br /&gt;** There are studies on this too, but most people have experienced it firsthand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3643541185521251113?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3643541185521251113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3643541185521251113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-about-someone-special-who-lost.html' title='Thinking About Someone Special Who Lost Someone Special While Listening to Dolly Parton'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TC-RX_W09YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vvmwAhOBuxc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-03+at+3.36.46+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8019490801147178928</id><published>2010-06-30T15:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:51:24.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TCugz3R3FZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9N8DRFEvD40/s1600/Words_and_years_Miracles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TCugz3R3FZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9N8DRFEvD40/s400/Words_and_years_Miracles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488657383753717138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toriljohannessen.no"&gt;Toril Johannessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian artist Toril Johannessen graphs the frequency of opposing words in academic journals. Underlying the work is an original dichotomy: drama and objectivity.  I like &lt;a href="http://www.edwardtufte.com"&gt;Edward Tufte&lt;/a&gt;, but the beauty in Johannessen's series lives not only in presentation, but in the inquiry as well.  Miracles, crisis, nature, Science, art, logic and love, hope and reality, expansion and recession... these meander my thoughts, but infrequently result in a calm, cool, and collected picture.  Johannessen harmonizes the discord.  See the series &lt;a href="http://www.toriljohannessen.no/Words_and_Years_page_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8019490801147178928?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8019490801147178928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8019490801147178928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/06/words-and-years.html' title='Words and Years'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TCugz3R3FZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9N8DRFEvD40/s72-c/Words_and_years_Miracles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5704757774890450782</id><published>2010-06-20T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:01:17.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TB6kyX2x8II/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUAZCdmeGR8/s1600/walters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TB6kyX2x8II/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUAZCdmeGR8/s400/walters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485002581488038018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennywalters.com"&gt;Jenny Walters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary Allegiance, a project on the &lt;a href="http://aaweb.aa.uic.edu/"&gt;UIC&lt;/a&gt; campus by artist &lt;a href="http://www.stopgostop.com/pvonzweck/"&gt;Philip von Zweck&lt;/a&gt;, was your ordinary flagpole, but with an ever-changing repertoire of wavering commitment. Just as much it was a democratic means for several people to wave their veritable allegiances. LA-based artist Jenny Walters made my fave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5704757774890450782?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5704757774890450782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5704757774890450782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TB6kyX2x8II/AAAAAAAAAPw/QUAZCdmeGR8/s72-c/walters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-106833519313808591</id><published>2010-06-06T00:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:35:50.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TAsqawM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NSqHsChjf3k/s1600/harness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TAsqawM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NSqHsChjf3k/s400/harness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479520010730694082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertwechsler.com/"&gt;Robert Wechsler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mouse tirelessly runs, the music box plays Brahm's Lullaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-106833519313808591?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/106833519313808591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/106833519313808591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/06/harness.html' title='Harness'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/TAsqawM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NSqHsChjf3k/s72-c/harness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2126515367913551506</id><published>2010-05-24T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:03:12.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa used to wash my hands with gasoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_sSXYjittI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h9QLvSfxsLM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+8.53.02+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_sSXYjittI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h9QLvSfxsLM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+8.53.02+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474989964936787666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parisianlaundry.com/artists/neufeld001"&gt;Clint Neufeld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition that just ended at &lt;a href="www.parisianlaundry.com"&gt;Parisian Laundry&lt;/a&gt; in Montréal featured the work of Saskatoon artist Clint Neufeld.  The gallery's announcement said it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia and memory play a key roll and act as the contextual impetus behind these aesthetic objects, rendering them &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;useless of their design&lt;/span&gt;. They present a dichotomy of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;romantic tension&lt;/span&gt; of memory and masculine and feminine clichés – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;delicate motif and car envy&lt;/span&gt;. Starting from the personal, Neufeld minds his regional prairie past and relationships with male figures in his life. Men who were not necessarily there emotionally but who, in their ways and language connected the artist to time and observing the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;extraordinary in the everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parts I like best are italicized.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2126515367913551506?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2126515367913551506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2126515367913551506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandpa-used-to-wash-my-hands-with.html' title='Grandpa used to wash my hands with gasoline'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_sSXYjittI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h9QLvSfxsLM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-20+at+8.53.02+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-752271311694050914</id><published>2010-05-20T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:17:16.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Sc3vfHpJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YP1JOn8tftQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-19+at+10.21.17+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Sc3vfHpJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YP1JOn8tftQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-19+at+10.21.17+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473171928615724178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yeondoojung.com"&gt;Yeondoo Jung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Yeondoo Jung's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; series, the artist recreates children's drawings.  Preserving their keen observations, fashion, and titles, Jung at once validates children's imaginations and filters them for adult eyes via c-print.  "He didn't sleep for three days" is pictured above.  Other favorites are "Modern Wedding" and "The Magician Turned the Wale into a Flower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-752271311694050914?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/752271311694050914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/752271311694050914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Sc3vfHpJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/YP1JOn8tftQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-19+at+10.21.17+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4826089944283598807</id><published>2010-05-19T19:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:09:03.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up There</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10562000&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10562000&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uptherefilm.com/project.aspx"&gt;Malcolm Murray&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://colossalmedia.com/"&gt;Sky High Murals/Colossal Media Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys, the city, the painting... the attention to detail, the doing things the hard way... the watching them paint... The only thing bigger than the turn on is the actual wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4826089944283598807?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4826089944283598807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4826089944283598807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-there_19.html' title='Up There'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5843604928332010926</id><published>2010-05-18T19:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:12:43.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasmine raznahan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screen print'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singin&apos; in the rain'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Mdy_7q-KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/APg29u1_bA0/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Mdy_7q-KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/APg29u1_bA0/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472750734177663138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasmineraznahan.com"&gt;Jasmine Raznahan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circa 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear screen print on stainless steel needs rain to make its message clearer.  The effect that Raznahan's poster has on passersby is not lost when advancing the image on her &lt;a href="http://www.jasmineraznahan.com/work/rainy-day-posters"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5843604928332010926?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5843604928332010926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5843604928332010926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainy-day-posters.html' title='Rainy Day Posters'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_Mdy_7q-KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/APg29u1_bA0/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8063783439964815773</id><published>2010-05-17T17:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:08:27.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitched Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_G5f2Y-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RgjISdXwSr0/s1600/332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_G5f2Y-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RgjISdXwSr0/s400/332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472358979059213362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uhurudesign.com"&gt;Uhuru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year unknown, also made to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly joints are made, like sutures, to prevent a split in wood from breaking further apart.  Using wood scrapped because of their splits, I used butterfly joints in such a way that their sentiment outweighed their function.  Here, Brooklyn-based design and furniture company Uhuru operates on the same split-joint shtick.  Although their material and design compete with the sentiment behind my pieces, their table still makes me warm and fuzzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8063783439964815773?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8063783439964815773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8063783439964815773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/stitched-table.html' title='Stitched Table'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S_G5f2Y-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RgjISdXwSr0/s72-c/332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-472261015094767526</id><published>2010-05-16T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:05:39.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be kind rewind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michel gondry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='participatory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost busters'/><title type='text'>Be Kind Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-9w1qYt30I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kpU6zJS71O8/s1600/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-9w1qYt30I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kpU6zJS71O8/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471716139491778370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michelgondry.com/"&gt;Michel Gondry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mos Def and Jack Black play childhood friends who must recreate popular films after accidentally erasing the VHS copies belonging to a video store.  Using found objects and everyday materials, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ghost Busters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driving Miss Daisy&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt; are given new life as live-action dioramas. Think Wes Anderson meets Ed Wood. Above, Mos Def's character provides sound effects for a martial arts fight scene*. The play mat beside him is used in a scene to appear suspended from a tall building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Michele Gondry is behind repurposing the turntable, play mat and, if you'll forgive my last spoiler, tinsel.  The brilliance of tinsel is no longer attributed to foil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be Kind Rewind&lt;/span&gt;, the exhibition at &lt;a href="http://www.deitch.com/projects/sub.php?projId=231"&gt;Deitch Projects&lt;/a&gt; in NYC**, Gondry reinstalled the video store from the film in the gallery, along with other sets.  Inviting visitors to re/create their own movies, Gondry's message in the film -- to participate freely and actively in one's own entertainment -- echoed into the present; this, perhaps, is a nod to relational and performance art and participatory exhibitions.  More importantly, the familiarity of the sets built in the gallery (café, office, waiting room, junkyard, etc.) were further encouragement for visitors to examine their everyday scenery and objects as materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.oliverlaric.com"&gt;Oliver Laric's&lt;/a&gt; Kung Fu Percussion, which I love, but can't find on the artist's website anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Deitch Projects will close permanently this summer.  The current exhibition by &lt;a href="http://obeygiant.com/"&gt;Shepard Fairey&lt;/a&gt;, which is the gallery's last, closes at the end of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-472261015094767526?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/472261015094767526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/472261015094767526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-kind-rewind.html' title='Be Kind Rewind'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-9w1qYt30I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kpU6zJS71O8/s72-c/IMG_0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8742605921301453810</id><published>2010-05-11T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:43:47.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paired Gold Mats, for Ross and Felix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-nqcfaRMOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Co2rEjrX_d0/s1600/Roni-Horn-Paired-Gold-Mats-for-Ross-and-Felix-500x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-nqcfaRMOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Co2rEjrX_d0/s400/Roni-Horn-Paired-Gold-Mats-for-Ross-and-Felix-500x330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470160997607092450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni Horn&lt;br /&gt;1994-95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gallery text accompanying this piece at the ICA Boston reads, "The space between the gold sheets glows with an energy that would never exist without their delicate pairing."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the gold, and you've got something remarkable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8742605921301453810?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8742605921301453810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8742605921301453810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/paired-gold-mats-for-ross-and-felix.html' title='Paired Gold Mats, for Ross and Felix'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-nqcfaRMOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Co2rEjrX_d0/s72-c/Roni-Horn-Paired-Gold-Mats-for-Ross-and-Felix-500x330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8433028738233296710</id><published>2010-05-05T19:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:03:28.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-IAOYDSSQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4sRnsLp_b2o/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-05+at+7.32.13+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-IAOYDSSQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4sRnsLp_b2o/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-05+at+7.32.13+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467933144555604226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Pollution Coalition and Rethink&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two porpoises in this Vancouver public sculpture are found caught in a large six-pack ring.  Through their intervention, the Plastic Pollution Coalition and advertising firm Rethink draws awareness to the impact of pollution on wildlife, meanwhile pulling off a pretty ballsy PSA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know where they got their cohones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8433028738233296710?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8433028738233296710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8433028738233296710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S-IAOYDSSQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4sRnsLp_b2o/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-05-05+at+7.32.13+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8717372710325087057</id><published>2010-04-22T18:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:32:51.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S9DRh0wDfsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uLssRSuenHE/s1600/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S9DRh0wDfsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uLssRSuenHE/s400/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463096727026499266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.troutmanchairs.com/index.html"&gt;Troutman Chair Co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding a flight from Boston to Toronto, I caught a glimpse of this rocking chair at the gate.  Turns out that there are a number of these rocking chairs in several airports, but the idea originates from North Carolina's Charlotte Douglas International Airport and their 1997 photography exhibition titled Porchsitting.  I like the reimagined environment through displacement of rocking chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8717372710325087057?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8717372710325087057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8717372710325087057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled_22.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S9DRh0wDfsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uLssRSuenHE/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2560045244896039867</id><published>2010-04-11T19:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:20:40.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S8JdXhOozyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jQ2h06zn8m0/s1600/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S8JdXhOozyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jQ2h06zn8m0/s400/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459028356964601634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Cheung&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise ball has been brought under the wing of numerous physiological contexts, from physical therapy to birthing to just plain sitting.  Though unclear of my friend Amy's appropriation of the ball, her use of a papasan frame to contain it unveils a beautiful pairing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2560045244896039867?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2560045244896039867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2560045244896039867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S8JdXhOozyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jQ2h06zn8m0/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3383778118046130957</id><published>2010-03-19T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:09:21.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouquet V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S6Q7T7bnYqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oCGMcxqITdY/s1600-h/1265127671_90b51df2e6fb8c4e64006625bcc1a47e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S6Q7T7bnYqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oCGMcxqITdY/s400/1265127671_90b51df2e6fb8c4e64006625bcc1a47e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450546662582215330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willem de Rooij&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made with florist &lt;a href="http://www.der-blumenladen-koeln.de/"&gt;Mireille Ruch&lt;/a&gt;, de Rooij's bouquet consists of one flower drawn from 95 different floral species.  As one wilts, it is replaced with another of the same.  Other arrangements include collaborations with Dutch artist Jeroen de Rijke (1970-2006): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bouquet II&lt;/span&gt; that references the robe colors of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/2504699.stm"&gt;2002 Nigerian beauty pageant contestants&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bouquet IV&lt;/span&gt; that uses flowers selected for their gray-scale conversion and overall short range that eliminates stark black and stark white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3383778118046130957?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3383778118046130957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3383778118046130957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/bouquet-v.html' title='Bouquet V'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S6Q7T7bnYqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oCGMcxqITdY/s72-c/1265127671_90b51df2e6fb8c4e64006625bcc1a47e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-6974094768123658971</id><published>2010-03-16T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:34:59.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library of Rhizomatic Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56mU75FLPI/AAAAAAAAANk/I9ENiVaz4tY/s1600-h/LRA-aesthetictheory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56mU75FLPI/AAAAAAAAANk/I9ENiVaz4tY/s400/LRA-aesthetictheory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448975477769579762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamthevariable.com/"&gt;Lucy Pullen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select books in various collections are covered in artist-made reflective dust jackets.  As Pullen writes, when photographed, "the book appears to be consumed in a burst of bright white light, and disappears from the photograph."  While the dust jacket conceals the book in normal light, in a darkened room it is a beacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-6974094768123658971?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6974094768123658971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6974094768123658971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/library-of-rhizomatic-activity.html' title='The Library of Rhizomatic Activity'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56mU75FLPI/AAAAAAAAANk/I9ENiVaz4tY/s72-c/LRA-aesthetictheory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-6365167017312480604</id><published>2010-03-15T16:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:53:50.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Constellation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56aREIj41I/AAAAAAAAANc/tE7n75Nkc3k/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56aREIj41I/AAAAAAAAANc/tE7n75Nkc3k/s400/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448962217122980690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chuyun.net/"&gt;Chu Yun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to get busy in a darkened room with lots and lots of electronics.  Plus, I like it when artwork requires the absence of conventional light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-6365167017312480604?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6365167017312480604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6365167017312480604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/constellation.html' title='Constellation'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56aREIj41I/AAAAAAAAANc/tE7n75Nkc3k/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1497527135019995317</id><published>2010-03-10T19:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:53:08.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Frank Netter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56pt4u5C2I/AAAAAAAAANs/md6ABMyYUMI/s1600-h/symposia_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56pt4u5C2I/AAAAAAAAANs/md6ABMyYUMI/s400/symposia_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448979204953148258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netterimages.com/"&gt;Frank Netter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photorealism shmotorealism.  Unless we're talkin' medical illustrations in the style of Frank Netter.  As only an artist can, Netter's gouache paintings infuse the sterility of medicine with command and palpable sensitivity.  If you're wondering what my face looks like as I look at Netter's illustrations, sorry, only he could have drawn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1497527135019995317?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1497527135019995317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1497527135019995317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/anything-frank-netter.html' title='Anything Frank Netter'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S56pt4u5C2I/AAAAAAAAANs/md6ABMyYUMI/s72-c/symposia_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3478330377383641992</id><published>2010-03-03T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:57:41.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S48SNr4-fJI/AAAAAAAAANU/pUhA3Je8MCU/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+8.45.59+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S48SNr4-fJI/AAAAAAAAANU/pUhA3Je8MCU/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+8.45.59+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444590500843519122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hughes-photography.eu"&gt;Michael Hughes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer Michael Hughes superimposes souvenirs over their inspiration, resulting in kitschy but sometimes beautiful reunions.  Browse the photos in his Flickr set &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michael_hughes/sets/346406/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3478330377383641992?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3478330377383641992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3478330377383641992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/souvenirs.html' title='Souvenirs'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S48SNr4-fJI/AAAAAAAAANU/pUhA3Je8MCU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+8.45.59+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1621960891391105203</id><published>2010-03-02T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:45:34.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=" http://www.galeriewest.nl/site.php?id=Jasper_Niens&amp;show=&amp;idsub=artists&amp;idfilm=Jasper_Niens_4&amp;cat=5&amp;size=L"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S47r3FNccjI/AAAAAAAAANE/zEunkPNswBg/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+6.07.20+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S47r3FNccjI/AAAAAAAAANE/zEunkPNswBg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+6.07.20+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444548331061408306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeriewest.nl/site.php?idsub=artists&amp;id=Jasper_Niens&amp;cat=1&amp;show="&gt;Jasper Niens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about people braving their way through a fun house that makes me want to throw some drywall and doors together, slap on some signage and call it art.  Watch video of Niens's site-specific installation &lt;a href="http://www.galeriewest.nl/site.php?id=Jasper_Niens&amp;show=&amp;idsub=artists&amp;idfilm=Jasper_Niens_4&amp;cat=5&amp;size=L"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1621960891391105203?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1621960891391105203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1621960891391105203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-rooms.html' title='5 Rooms'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S47r3FNccjI/AAAAAAAAANE/zEunkPNswBg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-03+at+6.07.20+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2875523656432472084</id><published>2010-02-28T18:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:59:17.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Court #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4sEX-tRRmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GNadR0bE_hs/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-02-28+at+7.02.12+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4sEX-tRRmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GNadR0bE_hs/s320/Screen+shot+2010-02-28+at+7.02.12+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443449384623752802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harmendehoop.com"&gt;Harmen de Hoop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Hoop painted portions of full-scale basketball courts in inconspicuous locations: on the foundation of a partly demolished building, a parking lot, an empty housing plot, and in the walkway of a housing development.  The city council in Amsterdam eventually followed suit, installing a hoop in the artist's court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2875523656432472084?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2875523656432472084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2875523656432472084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/basketball-court-6.html' title='Basketball Court #6'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4sEX-tRRmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GNadR0bE_hs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-02-28+at+7.02.12+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4620847485739290241</id><published>2010-02-25T22:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:03:14.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifejacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4c9qNYCCNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2cvAa5aXCdU/s1600-h/IMG_0955_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4c9qNYCCNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2cvAa5aXCdU/s320/IMG_0955_bg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442386470054791378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marisajahn.com"&gt;Marisa Jahn &amp; Steve Shada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intended as a lifejacket for two, it's unclear whether the device saves or drowns the two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, codependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like modifying ready-mades too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4620847485739290241?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4620847485739290241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4620847485739290241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifejacket.html' title='Lifejacket'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4c9qNYCCNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2cvAa5aXCdU/s72-c/IMG_0955_bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-6593723840440712480</id><published>2010-02-22T18:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:12:47.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4MOAo5DuyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R6GYb_kzh-4/s1600-h/feb20diaz_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4MOAo5DuyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R6GYb_kzh-4/s320/feb20diaz_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441208178933218082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tonyromano.ca"&gt;Tony Romano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romano's next show titled &lt;a href="http://www.diazcontemporary.ca/ExCurrent.html#"&gt;A Fist Full of Flies&lt;/a&gt; opens on February 25.  I'm not sure what the exhibition is really about, nor can I guess what the figure made from tree branches and brush is doing, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 I started working with trees, grafting any scion-stock combination so long as it wasn't homogeneous.  Though short-lived, these grafts begged to replicate in other parks, another country, and my parents' backyard.  The &lt;a href="http://www.thetreemuseum.ca/treemuseum/index.html"&gt;Tree Museum&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.decordova.org/"&gt;DeCordova&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.arboretum.harvard.edu/"&gt;Arnold Arboretum&lt;/a&gt; seemed natural to pursue, but not until I had grafting down, as I was sure that no tree museum would allow something funny that couldn't first and foremost proliferate.  Or at least sustain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years it seemed as if tree 'museums' lacked a sense of humor -- until I saw the photo above.  Immediately I thought Canadian artist Romano got something funny into the Tree Museum in Muskoka, Ontario -- until I realized that that might not be the Tree Museum at all, nor is he trying to be funny (don't know yet).  Despite the seriousness of nature and the unknowns of his unopened show, Romano inadvertently gave hope to tree museums everywhere, as I am once again determined to get grafting down.  Grafting season is open, and in the spirit of Elmer Fudd, those twees are gonna get scwewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, below is Will Egan's Tripod Rod (2006), a prank/retaliatory sculpture made mostly of wood, complete with speech bubble and, well, wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4XoOZ5eA9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/h1FkgAkWT8M/s1600-h/21_img8185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4XoOZ5eA9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/h1FkgAkWT8M/s400/21_img8185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442011058914853842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-6593723840440712480?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6593723840440712480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6593723840440712480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/unknown.html' title='unknown'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S4MOAo5DuyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R6GYb_kzh-4/s72-c/feb20diaz_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8199577737163081695</id><published>2010-02-15T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:18:15.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (small branch slice icosahedron)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3ifDZ1nzDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6eFkdO9znWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3ifDZ1nzDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6eFkdO9znWQ/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438271430874090546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webspace.ocad.ca/~stan/"&gt;Stan Krzyzanowski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circa 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geometry carries an undeniable beauty that is only multiplied as a sculpture.  I don't mind the math, but prefer the visual.  Krzyzanowski's icosahedral wood sculptures add tactility to my faceted love for the mathematical branch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8199577737163081695?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8199577737163081695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8199577737163081695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled-small-branch-slice-icosahedron.html' title='Untitled (small branch slice icosahedron)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3ifDZ1nzDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6eFkdO9znWQ/s72-c/IMG_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8577576508310894151</id><published>2010-02-14T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:16:11.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphere eversion schematic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S298CPy1uLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BEhT1txPTF4/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S298CPy1uLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BEhT1txPTF4/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435699653300828338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Phillips (Text by Peter Eleey)&lt;br /&gt;1966 (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He preserves something not generally afforded to us: the ability to return to that primordial condition of mystery after the revelation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8577576508310894151?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8577576508310894151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8577576508310894151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/sphere-eversion-schematic.html' title='Sphere eversion schematic'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S298CPy1uLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BEhT1txPTF4/s72-c/IMG_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1191464015829182881</id><published>2010-02-11T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:18:53.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Black Implosion (Free music No. 1, Percy Grainger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3SeBm66XTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6IxB9cel7ZI/s1600-h/MBI_free_music_Grainger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3SeBm66XTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6IxB9cel7ZI/s320/MBI_free_music_Grainger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437144400607730994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcofusinato.com"&gt;Marco Fusinato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is &lt;a href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/263170/Is-there-a-connection-between-sound-vibrations-and-physical-reality"&gt;yes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1191464015829182881?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1191464015829182881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1191464015829182881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/mass-black-implosion-imaginary.html' title='Mass Black Implosion (Free music No. 1, Percy Grainger)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3SeBm66XTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6IxB9cel7ZI/s72-c/MBI_free_music_Grainger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5078003028484666500</id><published>2010-02-08T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:50:51.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parisian Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3C_Zt-YQ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/F1iqnt2tDew/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-02-08+at+8.45.48+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3C_Zt-YQ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/F1iqnt2tDew/s320/Screen+shot+2010-02-08+at+8.45.48+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436055198795056002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Duffy/1st Ave Machine&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1stavemachine.com/superbowl/"&gt;Makes me want to be a French girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5078003028484666500?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5078003028484666500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5078003028484666500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/02/parisian-love-story.html' title='Parisian Love Story'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S3C_Zt-YQ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/F1iqnt2tDew/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-02-08+at+8.45.48+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4832884792119757034</id><published>2010-01-09T17:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:58:17.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Talkin' Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S1EJmsXWgjI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQV3hbQcLwM/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-01-15+at+7.33.53+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S1EJmsXWgjI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQV3hbQcLwM/s320/Screen+shot+2010-01-15+at+7.33.53+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427129586306941490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen S-L and Adam L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ongoing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman documents her husband's nightly sweet nothings, like, "I don't want to watch. I want to get my hands dirty, all the way up to my shoulder. Filthy," and, "Don't... Don't put the noodles and the dumplings together in the boat. They'll fight! The noodles are bullies. Poor dumplings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, like he in another dream, goes &lt;a href="http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/2009/11/nov-19-2009.html"&gt;pitter patter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4832884792119757034?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4832884792119757034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4832884792119757034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-talkin-man.html' title='Sleep Talkin&apos; Man'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/S1EJmsXWgjI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQV3hbQcLwM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-01-15+at+7.33.53+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2472102097975307491</id><published>2009-12-30T17:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:34:50.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Composition 1960 #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzvVZexdgCI/AAAAAAAAALY/dIFH4zqgUWc/s1600-h/IMG_0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzvVZexdgCI/AAAAAAAAALY/dIFH4zqgUWc/s320/IMG_0659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421161210204487714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Monte_Young"&gt;La Monte Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After John Cage, La Monte Young created a number of 'non-musical' scores that played with instruction and the liberties of sound.  The scraping of furniture and the inaudible flutter of butterflies are two examples, as well as Composition 1960 #7, above, consisting of a B, an F# (a perfect fifth) and the instruction: "To be held for a long time."  Uninterested in LMY's piece for the sound of it (and somewhat debonair quality to his body of work), I like it as a drawing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2472102097975307491?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2472102097975307491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2472102097975307491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/composition-1960-7.html' title='Composition 1960 #7'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzvVZexdgCI/AAAAAAAAALY/dIFH4zqgUWc/s72-c/IMG_0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7543262697364658898</id><published>2009-12-23T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:07:27.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to share my life with (detail)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzLK1B25gBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XGLWz3zQ5kI/s1600-h/08_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzLK1B25gBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XGLWz3zQ5kI/s320/08_shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418616314060701714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mathewsawyer.co.uk/"&gt;Mathew Sawyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my kind of risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7543262697364658898?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7543262697364658898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7543262697364658898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-to-share-my-life-with-detail.html' title='Someone to share my life with (detail)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SzLK1B25gBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XGLWz3zQ5kI/s72-c/08_shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3796854064286134558</id><published>2009-12-19T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:47:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Isle Saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sy2sQOz72nI/AAAAAAAAALI/-IvDiqO9Tso/s1600-h/il_430xN.107254600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sy2sQOz72nI/AAAAAAAAALI/-IvDiqO9Tso/s320/il_430xN.107254600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417175321650387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;listing_id=35918707"&gt;KGLeather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just be in wish list mode, or maybe I really do wish I could make a bike saddle like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3796854064286134558?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3796854064286134558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3796854064286134558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/fair-isle-saddle.html' title='Fair Isle Saddle'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sy2sQOz72nI/AAAAAAAAALI/-IvDiqO9Tso/s72-c/il_430xN.107254600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8187431004798976546</id><published>2009-12-18T00:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:56:37.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artists on Their Bicycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SysWUhtKNeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/89XbJwttGAo/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SysWUhtKNeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/89XbJwttGAo/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416447518744131042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swissinstitute.net/"&gt;Swiss Institute Contemporary Art New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen artists riding their bicycles around NYC grace the pages of Swiss Institute's 2010 calendar, available at Art Basel Miami and &lt;a href="http://www.swissinstitute.net/shop/merchandise.php"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;, printed in a limited edition of 500.  Move over, &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;safe=off&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;hs=cKW&amp;q=sports%20illustrated%20swimsuit%202010%20calendar&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi"&gt;Sports Illustrated&lt;/a&gt;; this SI calendar does it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, the November spread with &lt;a href="http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/05/timekeeper.html"&gt;Pierre Huyghe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8187431004798976546?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8187431004798976546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8187431004798976546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/artists-on-their-bicycles-new-york.html' title='Artists on Their Bicycles'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SysWUhtKNeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/89XbJwttGAo/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2697330654575423570</id><published>2009-12-14T20:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:11:28.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladder Stack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SybwPMQDJXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5b_nl-jEOog/s1600-h/Picture+22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SybwPMQDJXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5b_nl-jEOog/s320/Picture+22.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415279745736844658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonsasaki.com/"&gt;John Sasaki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian artist Jon Sasaki scales his obstacle using as many ladders as it takes.  If I were as daring and resourceful, I could stop living vicariously for a moment and realize a project of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2697330654575423570?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2697330654575423570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2697330654575423570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ladder-stack.html' title='Ladder Stack'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SybwPMQDJXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5b_nl-jEOog/s72-c/Picture+22.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-528164936530209451</id><published>2009-12-09T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:22:52.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Odd Couple (German Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SyWhWgkx0RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MnEDViqdWHs/s1600-h/00085_monk_08_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SyWhWgkx0RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MnEDViqdWHs/s320/00085_monk_08_30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414911535056277778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidshrigley.com/articles/jonathan_monk.htm"&gt;Jonathan Monk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather clock facing grandmother clock.  I could talk about romance.  I could talk about time.  I could talk about staring contests and slow dancing and things facing each other, but why spoil the moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-528164936530209451?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/528164936530209451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/528164936530209451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/odd-couple-german-version.html' title='The Odd Couple (German Version)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SyWhWgkx0RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MnEDViqdWHs/s72-c/00085_monk_08_30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7331134404026854876</id><published>2009-12-08T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:07:06.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Table with Two Legs on the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxfanTMYYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uGR1Tr_mZ6U/s1600-h/BXMediaOne1379file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxfanTMYYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uGR1Tr_mZ6U/s320/BXMediaOne1379file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412305763023217026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aiweiwei.com"&gt;Ai Weiwei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Weiwei combines social commentary and art practice with his modified table from the Qing Dynasty.  Forget politics.  I like the ready-made table as the material, the woodworking, and most of all the familiarity of this absurd posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table, can you lift a leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sx8FgzJbrfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sT8gQ19c1QY/s1600-h/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sx8FgzJbrfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sT8gQ19c1QY/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413051338166349298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7331134404026854876?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7331134404026854876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7331134404026854876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/table-with-two-legs-on-wall.html' title='Table with Two Legs on the Wall'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxfanTMYYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uGR1Tr_mZ6U/s72-c/BXMediaOne1379file.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7345488557658779822</id><published>2009-12-07T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:43:01.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxPqDrcWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gGyUflXHg6I/s1600-h/e4de06f61c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxPqDrcWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gGyUflXHg6I/s320/e4de06f61c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412288436153113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin Wurm&lt;br /&gt;late 1980s-ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five years ago I taught an art class for a group of grade school students, most of whom had ADHD.  Without a budget for supplies, I was faced with the same dilemma that led Austrian artist Erwin Wurm, during his art school days, to use everyday objects in his work.  Exploring the time between action and sculpture, Wurm created an ongoing series of One Minute Sculptures that use bodies and everyday objects to realize instructional pieces.  Literally taking pages out of his &lt;a href="http://www.alibris.com/booksearch.detail?S=R&amp;bid=10013611285&amp;cm_mmc=shopcompare-_-base-_-aisbn2-_-na"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, I'd hoped that minute-long art and moving quickly in between, like in a game of freeze tag, would utilize the kids' ADHD almost as a material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wurm's One Minute Sculpture above is, in yoga, a halfway tripod headstand.  Without a chair, below is my half-sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sx2XTE2tSmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/De2Go6WyTkM/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sx2XTE2tSmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/De2Go6WyTkM/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412648681145715298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7345488557658779822?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7345488557658779822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7345488557658779822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-minute-sculpture.html' title='One Minute Sculpture'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxxPqDrcWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gGyUflXHg6I/s72-c/e4de06f61c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5877060849141166209</id><published>2009-12-05T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:13:37.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office of Paul Sahre (O.O.P.S.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxqDjxGGyII/AAAAAAAAAJA/HIAGDMsCyxc/s1600-h/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxqDjxGGyII/AAAAAAAAAJA/HIAGDMsCyxc/s320/office.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782552736680066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsahre.com"&gt;Paul Sahre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sometimes a delicate line between art and &lt;a href="http://www.paulsahre.com/biography/"&gt;shitty office&lt;/a&gt;.  To make the former from the latter (think material, not locale) is a testament to one's skill, or at the very least sense of humour.  Graphic designer Paul Sahre is my new fave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5877060849141166209?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5877060849141166209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5877060849141166209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/12/office-of-paul-sahre-oops.html' title='Office of Paul Sahre (O.O.P.S.)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxqDjxGGyII/AAAAAAAAAJA/HIAGDMsCyxc/s72-c/office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1332532172884441541</id><published>2009-11-28T18:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:21:41.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail Harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxQawQR-4GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XfZwQyvNxmM/s1600/Wall-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxQawQR-4GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XfZwQyvNxmM/s320/Wall-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409978468685242466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wktwelve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wieden+Kennedy 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experimental advertising school within the &lt;a href="http://www.wk.com"&gt;Wieden+Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; agency in Portland, members of W+K 12 used clear push pins to create this dazzling mural, reminding of the importance of failure during the creative process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their process &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xffQBxfKJg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1332532172884441541?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1332532172884441541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1332532172884441541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/11/fail-harder.html' title='Fail Harder'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SxQawQR-4GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XfZwQyvNxmM/s72-c/Wall-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2382166300429359291</id><published>2009-11-19T19:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:02:48.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (Plate IX)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwXlPJ4cOdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mvKLKAxgxf8/s1600/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwXlPJ4cOdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mvKLKAxgxf8/s320/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405978976241596882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Moreno&lt;br /&gt;1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to heal in a tender yet pithy and subversive manner too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this excerpt from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Healing&lt;/span&gt; exhibition text by &lt;a href="http://www.featureinc.com"&gt;Feature, Inc.&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the early 90s when the socio-political surrounding aids and disease were big topics in the trendiest part of the contemporary art world, david moreno made a group of four diptychs that quietly approached the epidemic personally and constructively, from the point of view of healing -- specifically the healing abilities of art and artists. each painting has an unframed left panel of a chromo-litho &lt;a href="http://correctingthewww.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwwwfeatureinccompast2009.html"&gt;xtracted&lt;/a&gt; from a book on venereal and skin diseases that was published in 1890. the person or part of person represented is resplendent with the effects of the advanced stages of their disease. the right gold framed panel is a painted copy of the same person or part of person healed by the artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2382166300429359291?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2382166300429359291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2382166300429359291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-plate-ix.html' title='Untitled (Plate IX)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwXlPJ4cOdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mvKLKAxgxf8/s72-c/Picture+19.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-6724555597309610797</id><published>2009-11-18T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:35:26.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (A Curse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwSpt-50piI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvkcHcm370M/s1600/1133271235ccawattis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwSpt-50piI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvkcHcm370M/s320/1133271235ccawattis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632060196169250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Friedman&lt;br /&gt;1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992, American conceptual sculptor Tom Friedman hired a witch to curse a spherical space 27 cm above a gallery plinth. It is not known if the curse travels with the plinth, or remains in the original location. Or if it has since expired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking for a witch in an attempt to reverse the curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-6724555597309610797?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6724555597309610797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/6724555597309610797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-curse.html' title='Untitled (A Curse)'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwSpt-50piI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvkcHcm370M/s72-c/1133271235ccawattis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8929192567927752847</id><published>2009-11-16T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:21:58.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Redbreasts's Territory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwIX4eJjEmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/x_eaWrPvIRg/s1600/1338973679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwIX4eJjEmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/x_eaWrPvIRg/s320/1338973679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404908761731240546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Dibbets"&gt;Jan Dibbets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan Dibbets displaced a robin in a park by giving it a perch, and moving the perch every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8929192567927752847?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8929192567927752847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8929192567927752847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/11/robin-redbreastss-territory.html' title='Robin Redbreasts&apos;s Territory'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SwIX4eJjEmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/x_eaWrPvIRg/s72-c/1338973679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-246602997281712615</id><published>2009-10-27T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:39:22.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the right hand of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sv4JkW1HxQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WSfO5plRU90/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sv4JkW1HxQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WSfO5plRU90/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403767123099501826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Bismuth&lt;br /&gt;ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured is "Following the right hand of Sophia Loren in 'Too Bad She's Bad'" (2009).  Bismuth's series is an interplay between adoration and distance.  By following the lead actresses' right hand with a marker, what results is an abstract line that obliterates the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-246602997281712615?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/246602997281712615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/246602997281712615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/following-right-hand-of.html' title='Following the right hand of...'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Sv4JkW1HxQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WSfO5plRU90/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-9196118250587684597</id><published>2009-10-26T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:43:09.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrono-shredder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuYko67CXqI/AAAAAAAAAII/LDG3vFQkcHg/s1600-h/chrono-shredder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuYko67CXqI/AAAAAAAAAII/LDG3vFQkcHg/s320/chrono-shredder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397041488880361122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susannahertrich.com"&gt;Susanna Hertrich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date advances on its own, shredding over 24 hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-9196118250587684597?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/9196118250587684597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/9196118250587684597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/chrono-shredder.html' title='Chrono-shredder'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuYko67CXqI/AAAAAAAAAII/LDG3vFQkcHg/s72-c/chrono-shredder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8398282121500374694</id><published>2009-10-24T21:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:49:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuOpa5vuVSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jiqh9QJaKoI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuOpa5vuVSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jiqh9QJaKoI/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343058162668834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://areblytt.org"&gt;Are Blytt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even like how it is a tetraptych.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8398282121500374694?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8398282121500374694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8398282121500374694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SuOpa5vuVSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jiqh9QJaKoI/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2047328617378452134</id><published>2009-10-21T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:28:22.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Months Worth of Drawing Exercises in Microsoft Excel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St_A_nQFAoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JRWD_ckdnUk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St_A_nQFAoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JRWD_ckdnUk/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243077713855106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://danielleaubert.com/index.html"&gt;Danielle Aubert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I started working outside of the arts, I started drawing in Excel.  One project was to chart the rudest person's progress in warming up to me, but when I finally decided that it was time to begin collecting data, it was too late.  The months of coaxing him out of his prickish shell worked, but I had nothing to show for it.  I considered turning him back only to start over, but it wasn't worth the trouble.  The project was scrapped, more like an Excel doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Aubert, however, stuck with all of her Excel projects, producing her collection of drawings in three renditions.  Pictured above is her book, published by &lt;a href="http://www.various-projects.com/"&gt;Various Projects, Inc.&lt;/a&gt;, and can be purchased through their &lt;a href="http://www.projectno8.com/"&gt;Project No. 8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.projectno8.com/danielle.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Her other collections made for web and video can be viewed on her &lt;a href="http://www.danielleaubert.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2047328617378452134?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2047328617378452134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2047328617378452134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/sixteen-months-worth-of-drawing.html' title='Sixteen Months Worth of Drawing Exercises in Microsoft Excel'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St_A_nQFAoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JRWD_ckdnUk/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7409468841805440534</id><published>2009-10-19T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:24:38.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Losts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St5toVH2JOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/38wKc9elGFY/s1600-h/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St5toVH2JOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/38wKc9elGFY/s320/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394869943268680930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Attwater&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finding handwritten notes, and I've always wanted to do a project that shows how much I like fonts.  London-based Attwater nails both the found and typographical aspects with &lt;a href="http://shoppinglosts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shopping Losts&lt;/a&gt;, an ongoing project where he turns found shopping lists into "something to be treasured."  Touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St5w03B7siI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pWjLXOcAVks/s1600-h/Dest.Wasser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St5w03B7siI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pWjLXOcAVks/s320/Dest.Wasser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394873457063997986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7409468841805440534?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7409468841805440534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7409468841805440534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-losts.html' title='Shopping Losts'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/St5toVH2JOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/38wKc9elGFY/s72-c/Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1092427967722614790</id><published>2009-10-18T14:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:44:34.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Order #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StoJ53pTMyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n5nTFuJ303E/s1600-h/backcoversonwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393634393523958562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StoJ53pTMyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n5nTFuJ303E/s320/backcoversonwall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marianneviero.com/"&gt;Marianne Viero&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;The backs of library books, faded by the sun, are displayed like so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1092427967722614790?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1092427967722614790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1092427967722614790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-order-1.html' title='Out of Order #1'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StoJ53pTMyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n5nTFuJ303E/s72-c/backcoversonwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8434059354254269847</id><published>2009-10-17T00:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:02:18.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Stn_5dflFtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZN-fzzt7u_M/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Stn_5dflFtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZN-fzzt7u_M/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393623391387588306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're on the topic of pylon cones, this is another piece happened upon in Toronto.  I found this in the east end one morning in May.  The chain as barrier is an obvious choice; the chain as thread is oft-forgotten.  Maximize on the chain, throw a cone on that baby, and you have an undeniable blockade... with an illusional effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8434059354254269847?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8434059354254269847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8434059354254269847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled_17.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Stn_5dflFtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZN-fzzt7u_M/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-2835939712520331457</id><published>2009-10-14T22:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:04:04.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StaFJ_sOzoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KDPCHmFrdV0/s1600-h/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StaFJ_sOzoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KDPCHmFrdV0/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392644010585017986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jack o' lantern carved from a pylon cone was found and photographed in Toronto by &lt;a href="http://webspace.ocad.ca/~stan/"&gt;Stan Krzyzanowski&lt;/a&gt;.  Destructive but harmless, the vandalism behind this marks a quiet mischief that only the best street artists possess.  I don't know about 'haunting beauty', but roguishness, I fear, is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-2835939712520331457?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2835939712520331457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/2835939712520331457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StaFJ_sOzoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KDPCHmFrdV0/s72-c/IMG_2636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3753011493759468238</id><published>2009-10-10T16:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:26:05.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Projects Involving Height</title><content type='html'>My roommate is working on a radio piece on height, and these two pieces immediately came to mind.  In ascending order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StEA-XtY-XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mrSqM9_XGb8/s1600-h/monkj20-2002c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StEA-XtY-XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mrSqM9_XGb8/s320/monkj20-2002c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391091300455479666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Height in HB Pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lissongallery.com/#/artists/jonathan-monk/"&gt;Jonathan Monk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StD-PFyKWzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xPD8ooyjncc/s1600-h/fulllengthweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StD-PFyKWzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xPD8ooyjncc/s320/fulllengthweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391088289166547762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackfalanga.com/"&gt;Jack Falanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Height in HB Pencil" is a postcard to be hung anywhere, with the line six feet from the ground.  Produced by &lt;a href="http://www.artmetropole.com/"&gt;Art Metropole&lt;/a&gt;, edition of 200.  "Full Length" measures the artist's height and width.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms outstretched 4'9" illustrates how much I like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3753011493759468238?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3753011493759468238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3753011493759468238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-projects-involving-height.html' title='Two Projects Involving Height'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/StEA-XtY-XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mrSqM9_XGb8/s72-c/monkj20-2002c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-4728443728869842491</id><published>2009-10-06T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:39:51.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Ssp7o14b4LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_7FnsH43qlY/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Ssp7o14b4LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_7FnsH43qlY/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389255845690990770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelrakowitz.com/"&gt;Michael Rakowitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakowitz built a climate control system for &lt;a href="http://ps1.org/"&gt;P.S.1&lt;/a&gt; in Brooklyn.  The artist says it best: While the system is adjustable and can maintain a stabilized environment for the display of even delicate works on paper, there is no space to exhibit other art: &lt;a href="http://michaelrakowitz.com/climate-control/"&gt;Climate Control&lt;/a&gt; completely engulfs the room. The result is an absurd machine built to maintain itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-4728443728869842491?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4728443728869842491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/4728443728869842491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/climate-control.html' title='Climate Control'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/Ssp7o14b4LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_7FnsH43qlY/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7863486219767592959</id><published>2009-10-05T18:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:39:19.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SspzS4bE8fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jiNxKM8_LYs/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SspzS4bE8fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jiNxKM8_LYs/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389246672323015154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackfalanga.com/"&gt;Jack Falanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a proposal for, "A room with no entrance. An exterior corner is constructed to follow the frontal contour of the artist's body in sleeping position. The proposed space functions to hold room and as a room to hold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A room to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7863486219767592959?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7863486219767592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7863486219767592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/holding-room.html' title='Holding Room'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SspzS4bE8fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jiNxKM8_LYs/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-8620417257011690751</id><published>2009-10-04T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:43:00.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SslMjwKXDoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AjyVevPvrgY/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SslMjwKXDoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AjyVevPvrgY/s320/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388922606232997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli Harper, Vanna Zona, Leann Diehl, and Dan Guzek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a Wooster Collective &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one of my birthdays I made balloons and planned to hand them out on the street.  It was too windy and cold that year (as it always is on March 6 in the northeast, Toronto no less), so my project didn't come to fruition.  Instead the balloons were in a show.  In a gallery.  Far from my birthday.  Stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woostercollective.com/"&gt;Wooster Collective&lt;/a&gt;, based in NYC, celebrates street art around the world.  Occasionally they put forward the question: If you had $50 to spend on art, how would you spend it?  This time, Kelli Harper, Vanna Zona, Leann Diehl, and Dan Guzek took the prize with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmE-g4MQ2m0&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;"Balloon Project"&lt;/a&gt;, where they bought $50 worth of balloons and handed them out on the streets of Pennsylvania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-8620417257011690751?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8620417257011690751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/8620417257011690751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/balloon-project.html' title='Balloon Project'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SslMjwKXDoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AjyVevPvrgY/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-5940762310721253068</id><published>2009-10-03T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:57:17.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Earth/Google Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsdXTM-dRJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tlKKdvxCkKQ/s1600-h/45_capriitaly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsdXTM-dRJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tlKKdvxCkKQ/s320/45_capriitaly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388371466584409234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unitedunderwear.com/"&gt;Chris Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ongoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris matches landscapes from Google Images with captures from Google Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured: Capri, Italy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-5940762310721253068?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5940762310721253068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/5940762310721253068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/google-earthgoogle-images.html' title='Google Earth/Google Images'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsdXTM-dRJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tlKKdvxCkKQ/s72-c/45_capriitaly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-1557026747043676845</id><published>2009-10-02T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:56:03.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fit Into Me</title><content type='html'>Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fit into me&lt;br /&gt;like a hook into an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fish hook&lt;br /&gt;an open eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-1557026747043676845?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1557026747043676845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/1557026747043676845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-fit-into-me.html' title='You Fit Into Me'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7862763303113091553</id><published>2009-10-01T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:45:02.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Railings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsUUWPTig5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zyDOd85wHIw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsUUWPTig5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zyDOd85wHIw/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387734901516829586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greyworld.org"&gt;Greyworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rails are tuned to play "The Girl From Ipanema" when dragged along with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7862763303113091553?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7862763303113091553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7862763303113091553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/10/railings.html' title='Railings'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsUUWPTig5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/zyDOd85wHIw/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7385269696412909427</id><published>2009-09-30T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:07:45.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Line Made by Walking / Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsPUT0YzudI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s5w2d_E60cI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsPUT0YzudI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s5w2d_E60cI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387383016210545106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Line Made by Walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richardlong.org/"&gt;Richard Long&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be the one who made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsPVrr4SGVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HghUAtc0eRc/s1600-h/Picture+27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsPVrr4SGVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HghUAtc0eRc/s320/Picture+27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387384525755128146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.germainekoh.com/"&gt;Germaine Koh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pole measures the popularity of routes while two lines are made by walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7385269696412909427?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7385269696412909427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7385269696412909427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/09/line-made-by-walking-poll.html' title='A Line Made by Walking / Poll'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsPUT0YzudI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s5w2d_E60cI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-3083682932357058683</id><published>2009-09-30T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:46:19.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Artifacts and Personal Property from the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, Including Books, Street Fashion, and Jewelry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsO_liOXHnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n0rFFkBCudQ/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsO_liOXHnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n0rFFkBCudQ/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360230828351090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://leanneshapton.com/"&gt;Leanne Shapton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appealing to romantic voyeurs, artist Leanne Shapton chronicles the relationship of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, 2002-2006.  This auction house catalogue of the couple's belongings is generous, simultaneously detached and intimate.  Buy the artist's book before it is branded with "Now a Major Motion Picture Featuring Natalie Portman and Brad Pitt!"  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-3083682932357058683?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3083682932357058683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/3083682932357058683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/09/important-artifacts-and-personal.html' title='Important Artifacts and Personal Property from the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, Including Books, Street Fashion, and Jewelry'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsO_liOXHnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/n0rFFkBCudQ/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-7055459484020690771</id><published>2009-09-28T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:41:55.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The CSS To My HTML</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsF8WanSexI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxCVpYHTkMc/s1600-h/Picture+25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsF8WanSexI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxCVpYHTkMc/s320/Picture+25.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386723353854901010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popandshorty.bigcartel.com/"&gt;Pop + Shorty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making something like this button ($1.25) or magnet ($1.75) is the kind of search I'd do for my CSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-7055459484020690771?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7055459484020690771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/7055459484020690771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-css-to-my-html.html' title='You Are The CSS To My HTML'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SsF8WanSexI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bxCVpYHTkMc/s72-c/Picture+25.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992937991171812327.post-517358969309922859</id><published>2009-09-19T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:45:33.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Square Foot Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SrUKiB6BJtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/X6JIXqXM4W8/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SrUKiB6BJtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/X6JIXqXM4W8/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383220509334906578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antoinelefebvrestudio.com"&gt;Antoine Lefebvre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daunting task of clearing out workspace is rewarded by the resulting art piece.  Even when everything pictured is reduced to a square foot, it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SrURqpFquVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mSVPOqnqojs/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SrURqpFquVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mSVPOqnqojs/s320/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383228353873099090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3992937991171812327-517358969309922859?l=livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/517358969309922859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992937991171812327/posts/default/517358969309922859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingvicariouslythruotherpeoplesart.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-square-foot-studio.html' title='One Square Foot Studio'/><author><name>Leah Glushien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596830768002432389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.leahglushien.com/blogger/4837-LEAh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vo1geGPVy80/SrUKiB6BJtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/X6JIXqXM4W8/s72-c/Picture+16.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
