While trying (and failing) to create some sort of folded/creased sculptures, I happily discovered this composition of crossing lines on one of the discarded pieces of paper.
“Man cannot aspire if he looked down; if he rise, he must look up”
“The human body has two ends on it: one to create with and one to sit on. Sometimes people get their ends reversed. When this happens they need a kick in the seat of the pants.”
Curved lines in the architecture of the Milwaukee Art Museum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.”
“The straight line belongs to men, the curved one to God.”
“ TELEPHONE n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.”
― Ambrose Bierce
Another reoccurring subject in my 365 Project is feathers. This tiny down feather is the latest image in that theme.
I wanted to capture something “summer-y” and minimalist to commemorate the impending end of summer and the slow downhill slide to the dead of winter.