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Massive Synthetic Crystal Burst Through Gallery Floors

Jonathan Latiano installed an impressive installation in 2011 at the School 33 Art Center in Baltimore. Playing with space, time, and physics, the synthetic and plastic sculpture violently explodes through the floor creating a beautiful contrast between the white crystal sculpture and the dark wood. The exhibition released a press released, which said: 

“Driven by the exploration of time, motion and the physics of the natural world, Jonathan Latiano presents Points of Contention, a site-specific installation sculpture that investigates the increasingly blurred line between the organic and inorganic as well as the spatial boundaries of where the spectacle begins and ends. Convergent forms of crystalline growth and explosive impact reinforce the hundreds of shards of custom cut and painted elements used to create the centerpiece of the exhibition. Through the use of reclaimed and altered wood, plastic, Styrofoam and site-grown salt crystals Latiano explores the question: At what point do the controversies of the present become the ‘new norms’ of the future?”

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My name is Jenny Ayrton, I capture miniature wonderlands in molten glass; tiny stage-sets upon you may project your own story. Many of my scenes have a domestic twist and are directly influenced by my surroundings. I have a young daughter and whenever possible I try to see the world from her viewpoint, I find inspiration in the mundane and overlooked; a washing line blowing wildly on the first day of spring, an unknown couple on a park bench, a door ajar giving just a glimpse of what lies within…

Images and text via  Jenny Ayrton

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(noun) A rare word, originated from France, sillage is described as a trail or essence left behind, particularly from the lingering smell of perfume in the air.  (via wordsnquotes)

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noelani532

“Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.”