Map Makers are the people of the world who express knowledge and information, interpretation and context, art and science.
They are Visualizers. Generative Coders. Geographic Painters.
Spatial Choreographers. Illustrators and Model Builders. Database Processors. Pattern Makers.
They think of boxes outside the box. They give us perspectives and interactive choices.
If the world is about dimensional exchanges of matter and energy, Map Makers give us space and time, and the essential patterns of meaning.
"The idea of selling out is only understandable to people of privilege."
"I’ve struggled with the idea of the tortured artist a lot in my life. You know, I’ve been through addiction, I’ve been through periods of pretty serious depression and anxiety, and I do struggle with it, and I struggle with staying healthy. I don’t personally subscribe to that idea. In fact, I think it’s a very damaging mythology that has grown up around the idea of art being a product of pain as opposed to being something that’s created in spite of pain. I look it at that way. I look at it like the part of me that is able to create managed to create in spite of the problems I was having. Almost as if that was the only healthy part of me. That’s the part of me that getting healthier has [allowed me to] to nurture."
"My introduction to a lot of great music and to the ‘music business’ came from hanging around and eventually working at independent record stores. Nothing beats browsing in your favorite store, listening to music, finding something new or old that you’ve been searching for, all that. And without these stores, there’s just no way Wilco would still be around."
#forever a fan
Whenever you’re sad remember that there are videos of Jeff Tweedy reading out Black Eyed Peas lyrics like they’re poems by Allen Ginsberg.
Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581
This painting depicts the historical 16th century story of Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son in Ivan in a fit of rage. By far the most psychologically intense of Repin’s paintings, the Emperor’s face is fraught with terror, as his son lay quietly dying in his arms, blood dripping down the side of his face.