ianbrooks:

ChurchTanks by Kris Kuksi

People like to talk about how important the separation of church and state is, but nobody ever said anything about the separation of church and tanks. Probably an oversight they regret now. Kris’ mixed media constructs combine faith-based architecture with the dominating tread of military might, drawing obvious parallels between the two and paving the way for some badass G.I. Joe future vehicle sets.

Artist: Website (via: My Modern Met)

drawingarchitecture:

atelier olschinsky

pwrpunch:

I know this and I know this is true and I believe this with every part of my being and do my best to live this every day. But patience is hard and feelings are dumb. 

Kitty Kraus. Roughly constructed mirrored cubes illuminated from within; small gaps emit entrancing patterns of kaleidoscopic light. Although some lamps function normally, others contain 500-watt bulbs that overheat the mirrored interior and cause the cube to explode.

kateoplis:

El Solitario MC’s Baula, based on a ‘69 BMW R75/5

(via stateofkind)

“But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where to go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” -Charlie

We are

Resilient.

Take this hand of cards

these lemons,

all the cliches that were 

ever thrust upon us as kids, 

force them down our throats to digest and

make us sick,

and like a cow chewing cud

we’ll learn a way to reswallow

in a way that didn’t taste quite as demented and distorted

as it did going down the first time. 

We take this bull pen they call

Circumstance

and wrestle with it,

and with why it was placed before us,

and with the puppeteer controlling the show.

Who matched us up with this,

and thought we could win?

Fill me with confusion,

deliver blows to my head and watch,

watch me stumble

and flail

then take my blindfold off.

Let me see what played out in

the background, between the ink

forming letters forming words

known as lines,

give me those and watch me

bend, distort, fold them into themselves

until I’ve traced their patterns and know 

every curve, every weakness

until I fly over life like Mario Cart with no bananas.

See me. 

Not for what you’ve molded me into,

Not for what I was supposed to be, or to do

with this warped object you tell me is

life, 

but see me for my interpretation,

for my next move.

Because what you brand as life,

I call a coin toss.

Fling me in the air, my ridged edges summersaulting,

and I will fall,

but I’ll be damned 

if I don’t gleam and spin while doing it.

I’ll disguise my fall as flight,

as a full house,

lemonade,

a ten second pin,

and I will have everything

where its supposed

to 

be.

But don’t read between the lines,

you’ll catch a left hook thundering along your jawline because I’m

still wrestling.

sosuperawesome:

Lori Nix constructs these small dioramas using cardboard, foam, glue and paint which she then photographs using an 8 x 10 inch camera. Each piece takes about 7 months to complete.