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Self portraits fusioned with images of blood Vessels, and other body structures by Juana Gómez.
brought to you by Graphic Services for Science and Graphic Biology
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Fear of being found, Helena Pérez García
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We’re sunk, Oliver Jeffers
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Submission Friday:
Marco Lorenzetti, Holding Kath, 3/18/18
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Alyson Provax: Time Wasting Experiment, 2009-2012
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Antisocial, Mike Campau
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Noe Sendas
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2018 World Press Photos, Nominees
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The Indifference of the Stars, Julien Mauve
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THE MAN WHO LIVED ON HIS BIKE
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All love stories are frustration stories… To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn’t know you had (of one’s formative frustrations, and of one’s attempted self-cures for them); you wanted someone, you felt deprived of something, and then it seems to be there. And what is renewed in that experience is an intensity of frustration, and an intensity of satisfaction. It is as if, oddly, you were waiting for someone but you didn’t know who they were until they arrived. Whether or not you were aware that there was something missing in your life, you will be when you meet the person you want. What psychoanalysis will add to this love story is that the person you fall in love with really is the man or woman of your dreams; that you have dreamed them up before you met them; not out of nothing — nothing comes of nothing — but out of prior experience, both real and wished for. You recognize them with such certainty because you already, in a certain sense, know them; and because you have quite literally been expecting them, you feel as though you have known them for ever, and yet, at the same time, they are quite foreign to you. They are familiar foreign bodies.
Adrienne Rich
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For all of human history, art, music, storytelling, religion—those have been our modes for communicating the incommunicable,” she said. “But what if there were a way to know not an abstract version of my experience but what I’m actually feeling?” She looked directly into the camera. “Under your seats is a headset that will change the very nature of what it means to be human. Under your seats is the end of your individuality. Put it on and you’ll never want to take it off. Good luck.”
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/04/25/making-movies-with-virtual-reality
#VR
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