So apparently there’s an Easter egg in Google maps that suggests traveling by dragon if you’re trying to get from Brecon Brecons in South Wales to Snowdon in Wales Amazingly, the trip is estimated to only take 21 minutes by dragon, and a whopping 3.5-hours via car. That is one fast dragon. How quickly do you think a dragon could get me to the nearest liquor store and back? That was a trick question, because if I call them and tell them I have a fire-breathing dragon, they better f***ing deliver.
These images show a small self-initiated project I am doing.
I haven’t been abroad on an airplane since I was 3 years old. I have always wanted to go, I’ve always wanted to explore. My father travels all the time, for business, and I have long yearned to go with him. My mother always found a reason I couldn’t go! I’ve only been abroad a few times in my life, to Spain when 3 years old (airplane), France in year 7 (bus) and Amsterdam 2nd year of university (bus).
Recently I have found myself being very intrigued in airplanes, I have been reading this: http://bit.ly/1mh8lGV. I have also realised the *art* of airports on Google Maps.
This inspired me to begin a collection of screenshots of airports and parts of them I find visually pleasing. It’s also making me want to travel more & more, hopefully I will somehow fit some in soon!
Marianne Dages, artist, book maker, and printer, lives in Philadelphia, PA and spent a month in Iceland at an artist residency last year. It was a transformative experience for her and left a lasting mark. When she explored the Fieldwork Map, in particular, Jökulsárlón, she couldn’t help but think of that time and remember…
“the feeling of something forgotten. a language understood in sleep”
I wrote this in my sketchbook the day after I’d arrived in Iceland, where I’d come to spend one month alone and make art in the Northern town of Siglufjordur. Everyday in the afternoon I would take a two hour walk on the paths that crisscrossed the mountain above the town. And during those walks I took photographs and collected objects I found.
Looking at the Fieldwork map, I was struck by how many similar experiences I shared with Amy and John’s travels and the bittersweet feeling those images gave me. I too filled my pockets with frayed cords and fishing hooks on long solitary walks. My shelves are lined with smooth banded stones and salt-bleached bone.
What compelled us as artists to seek out this land? The sublime and majestic imagery of Iceland, its achingly blue glaciers and quicksilver oceanic skies, is enough to give you vertigo, to feel your toes grip the sharp edge of the world.
Yet what did we find and what did we keep? The humblest of traces. the rune-like lines of twigs on snow, animal tracks, tiny bits of plastic and thread, every shape and color a trail back to the crisp visual memory of a beloved place and time. Something we’d forgotten, something we could now read again.
The Icelanders believed that the dead could be raised from a bone, just one vertebrae or fingertip. I found a delicate arched sheep’s rib on a black volcanic beach. I painted half of it white. I made thirty white clay bones, one for each day I spent in Iceland.