Friday, December 15, 2006

History of Weaving Sculptures





































































































































2 comments:

OoohAaah said...

Niborian Mindwarper,

WOW! This blog (what an ugly word!!) looks amazing. I guess I should take a picture of the lady-of-the-lake to include in it. How are you my dear friend. You seem to be very infrequent in your email responses. I miss you! When are you travelling to the homeland??

Anonymous said...

Pink is what red looks like when it kicks off its shoes and lets its hair down. Pink is the boudoir colour, the cherubic colour, the colour of heaven’s gates. (Not gold, brothers and sisters. Pink.) Pink is as laid-back as beige, but while beige is innocuous and bland, pink is laid-back with attitude. The Don CeSar (275 rooms and all the water sports a bipedal mammal can handle) wears that attitude well. It knows that it looks as if it were carved out of bubble gum, as if it mutated from a radioactive conch patch, as if it leaked from the vat where old flamingos go to dye—but the Don CeSar doesn’t care. It simply winks, lazily flaunts its pigmentation, and like a panther that’s peddled its last lucrative roll of home insulation, turns its face to the sun.