The petroglyphs in the landscape of Tamgaly, Kazakhstan, dating approx. 1400 BCE to the 20th century.
The archaeological landscape of Tamgaly contains about 5,000 petroglyphs (rock carvings), which are distributed throughout 48 complexes largely associated with burial grounds and settlements.
The central canyon has the densest concentration of petroglyphs, contains ‘alters,’ and has been interpreted to have had ritual significance. Devoid of dwellings, it’s thought to have been a place for sacrificial offerings.
During the Middle Bronze Age we see zoomorphic beings, people, a huge variety of animals, and ‘solar deities (sun-heads).’
It is estimated that a map of all the synaptic connections within just a cubic millimeter of human brain tissue could fill a petabyte of storage. In roughly informational terms, 1 petabyte = 13.3 years of HDTV content or 58,292 movies or roughly 20 million four-drawer filing cabinets full of text
Paying prices for devices that will not suffice us do u remember before false contenders our own fabrics wove these tactics timely magic for the trends… when our own chips radiate with malfunction who cashes in on the destruction… world bursting new & open, or is it always broken? it’s pieced by fingers owned by the unspoken
Artist Sukhi Barber was born in England and, from a very young age, she was always interested in pursuing her artistic passions. After attending art school and completing her formal training in sculpture, she traveled to Kathmandu, Nepal, and spent twelve years studying what she describes as the “timeless quality of peace and balance that she found in the art of Asia.”
Barber’s human figures are a fascinating blend of her training in both sculpture and philosophy. Through her creative practice, she intends to bridge the cultures of East and West in which the peaceful essence of Buddhist tradition sits calmly in unison with the patterns and designs of a traditional bronze casting artform.
She says that the pieces are meant to explore “themes of hidden potentials, and the transcendence of our limiting view of a solid reality.”
These Ithaca natives came all the way from the Big Apple to chat with me about their new, self-titled album, Beat The Grid, and I’m so glad to have had the opportunity to meet with them. They are a wonderful group of artists, and they released their debut album with a truly beautiful…
To create a body of work he calls “Glass Microbiology,” [Luke] Jerram has enlisted the help of virologist Andrew Davidson from the University of Bristol and the expertise of professional glassblowers Kim George, Brian George and Norman Veitch. Together, the cross-disciplinary team brings hazardous pathogens, such as the H1N1 virus or HIV, to light in translucent glass forms.
The artist insists that his sculptures be colorless, in contrast to the images scientists sometimes disseminate that are enhanced with bright hues. “Viruses have no color as they are smaller than the wavelength of light,” says Jerram, in an email. “So the artworks are created as alternative representations of viruses to the artificially colored imagery we receive through the media.” Jerram and Davidson create sketches, which they then take to the glassblowers, to see whether the intricate structures of the diseases can be replicated in glass, at approximately one million times their original size. - Continue reading atSmithsonian.com.
"The psychedelic drug doesn’t exist that can make a creative genius out of a hack or turn a neurotic weenie into a happy fully-conscious human being. You have to bring something to the table, and be willing to risk your belief systems. Some people want to go to heaven without dying.”
(Most certainly most beautiful - You take my breath away. Thank you Brainfeeder.)
Do not quiver; love thy jealous neighbor We have nothing and everything to lose All we can do is fly away home to the calm place we muse, bruise, and bemoan
But the water is still always And the birds sing without worries And the clouds’ sheen is silvery, Land flowing of milk and honey -
Where are your wildest shiniest dreams? Today, you will be fire, illuminating the seams. The kingdom may be fit with a crown of thorns- never cease the singing of your own freedom songs.
Roulettes & rollercoasters charged by the sun We get the free ride, head of loaded fun
Prayers can’t be preened for quality; Faith in things neither caressed nor seen City of Angels feel you, knowing me, Love spirits dancing circles, round more than we could be - why do you whine? Here’s your white magic key