By bending black wire into something of freestanding line drawings, I create sculptures that engage the viewer by involving them in their subtle changes. When the light in the room shifts, so does the mood of the piece. A breeze might softly move an arm. My wire sculptures tell stories of simple human moments: a woman adjusting her hair, a face gazing from behind tightly wrapped arms, a mother gently cradling her baby. The honest, unguarded moments are the ones that I find to be the most beautiful.
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(Source: mossandmarsh, via restlessheartedchild)
(Source: adrnhowart)
As Riko Hamamoto slaps out the Seinfeld theme, the ghosts of all great bass players appear, and, clutching their ghost hands into fists, mutter “Hamamoto!”
(Source: shockcityhotters)
(Source: Flickr / bichito, via lyssahumana)
(Source: over-there, via karterpike)
