frostyland: frosty’s posterous

Earn a reputation. Have a conversation. Ask questions. Describe possible outcomes of a point of view. Make connections. Give the other person the benefit of the doubt. Align objectives then describe a better outcome. Show up. Smile.

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via @noelbellen on Twitter (http://twitter.com/noelbellen)

In the early 1900s, William Pennington and Lisle Updike spent most days traveling the four corners area of Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona in a wagon photographing the people and landscapes. The pair of photographers were based in Durango, Colorado where they leased a small space on Main Street and operated a photography studio. They traveled to the mountains and photographed miners and townspeople and visited Native American Reservations and Pueblos making portraits of the people.

Best comment:
"The indians were right. The cameras DO steal their souls."

"They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for Them."

"When Chiura Obata, a gifted California artist born in Japan, made his first visit to Yosemite in 1927, the experience deeply affected his life."

Thanks to Ken Burns' documentary "THE NATIONAL PARKS: AMERICA'S BEST IDEA":
http://www.iptv.org/video/detail.cfm/4560/ppnp_20090805_chiura_obata

The art is not mine, but the words are. The image dredged them from the depths of long ago, when anger was my primary fuel.

If there's a reason for the pain ... let me know ...

i fiddled with dials and antennas
of black and white tvs
and imagined the static filled screens
to be wonderful soothing imagery
not so! not to be!
anger turned to panic turned to melancholy
and eased into twisted inspiration
i listened for convenient coincidence
and sensed the coming of the end

i stripped off my clothes, shed my inhibition
and screamed at the oppressing winter grey sky
"make up your fucking mind!"
with the smoke of an angry gun
i painted surrealistic landscapes
where i'd like to spend my life away
suddenly, i stared down the barrel and inquired
"are you the golden key?"

common sense hissed, but depravity
mischeviously giggled

these voices inside of my head ...
i'd like to see their faces once, just once.
i really would

i've no more tvs
and my anger frightens no one
besides, the color is all fucking wrong
in the images inside my brain
a shitty attitude i suppose
i laughed and danced a little jig
then bowed to my sculptures
my critics the snow and the grey sky
i paused
is there something i've forgotten to say?
is there some reason i need to stay?
i shrugged
and quickly turned the key

Wonderful concept and brilliantly executed.

Very cool 3D typography.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Quote from Umberto Eco, Italian novelist & semiotician (1932 - )

"Handcrafted with love by BYU design students and faculty, for the 5th Typophile Film Festival. A visual typographic feast about the five senses, and how they contribute to and enhance our creativity. Everything in the film is real—no CG effects!"

If you have some time and are interested, you can read in detail about how they did this:
http://fontfeed.com/archives/typophile-film-festival-5-opening-titles/