August 13, 2014

littlelimpstiff14u2:

The Intricate and Beautiful Paper Cutting Art of Maude White

Maude White is a paper cutting artist living in Buffalo, NY. She loves the great strength, yet delicacy of paper. Her work is done on the macro as well as the micro level. Every cut is exact and meaningful. She enjoys playing with positive and negative space to create fantastic scenes and stories. She considers herself a craftsperson and has a deep respect for the paper she transforms. In pursuing her work, she hopes to make visible to others the immense world of possibilities that every piece of paper holds.

Maude White: Birds I’ve Been

September 5th-October 25th, 2014
Opening September 5th, 2014 6-9pm

White’s show is the fourth in the 12 x 14 series at WNYBAC, which features 5 artists over the course of twelve months; Maude will also host a free collaborative event that will give insight into her process on Saturday September 20th, 2014 from 12-5pm.

”When I cut paper, I feel as if I am peeling back the outer, superficial layer of our vision to reveal the secret space beneath. With paper cutting there are so many opportunities to create negative space that tells its own story. Letting the observer become present in the piece allows him or her to look through it. I like the idea of the stark contrast between the black and white paper, and the cut nature of the work makes my art more three-dimensional than paint on canvas. ”

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August 13, 2014

tastefullyoffensive:

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Related: Emails from the Housitter

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August 13, 2014
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August 13, 2014

sedirktive:

when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.

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August 13, 2014
August 13, 2014
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August 13, 2014
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My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

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— My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)

August 12, 2014
"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."

Paulo Coelho (via feellng)

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August 12, 2014
waitingtokissyou:

all love all the time

waitingtokissyou:

all love all the time

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August 10, 2014
August 10, 2014
August 10, 2014

when i was 11, i moved from New Zealand to the United States; i travelled across the globe to a new place, a new people, a new culture. it was exhilarating, like a brand new adventure for a kid like me who was always so secure. i remember the moment i walked into my sixth grade classroom for the first time. it was weird, almost like a shocked expression on everyone’s faces. almost like a real-life “if you’re from Africa, why are you white?” i was the mysterious “girl from New Zealand” and everyone was so excited! and when they finally saw me, i was a disappointment because i wasn’t what they expected, i wasn’t white

in two weeks i’m about to spend a year of my life in europe and i’m going to meet the man of my dreams. but somehow all i can feel is this anxiety that i’m just going to be another disappointment, another case of unfulfilled expectations, another fantasy too good to be true

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