Ryoko Suzuki. Bind, 2001.
The”Bind”series expresses my inner-self: a grown-up who has left the world introduced by her parents and other adults. Acquiring my own thinking and being,”Bind”shows a woman who has to deal with her female sexuality. In this work series, I bound myself with pigskin, which had been soaked in my blood as a symbol of womanhood. I was feeling and thinking about my life-in which I had transformed from a child who just believed what adults provided- leading it my very own way, as a woman, while wrapping my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears with pigskin. In this way, the”Bind”series are recordings of actions reflecting these considerations.
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Ana Mendieta, Silueta series, 1970s
Inside the Taj Mahal Mosque, Photo taken by José Eduardo Silva
Ceiling of the mosque in Taj Mahal, India (flickr: ze eduardo)
“The Taj Mahal, an immense mausoleum of white marble, built in Agra between 1631 and 1648 by order of the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan, is the jewel of Muslim art in India and one of the universally admired masterpieces of the world’s heritage. It no doubt partially owes its renown to the moving circumstances of its construction. Shah Jahan, in order to perpetuate the memory of his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died in 1631, had this funerary mosque built. The monument, begun in 1632, was finished in 1648; unverified but nonetheless, tenacious, legends attribute its construction to an international team of several thousands of masons, marble workers, mosaicists and decorators working under the orders of the architect of the emperor, Ustad Ahmad Lahori.” — unesco.org
Ana Mendieta
Silueta Works in Mexico, 1973–77
national geographic september 1968
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Minatu Lanabas Suidat, 25, journalist, pictured in Tifariti, in Polisario controlled Western Sahara (Saharawi Arab Democratic Republic).
I was born in El Aai√∫n refugee camp in 1984. I thought when I was a little girl that it was the nicest place in the world because I don’t know anything other than the camps. My childhood was very nice. We played all night, we never had anything to fear, even the darkness. When I was ten I went to Spain with the Vacations in Peace program, that is when I began to realise we were refugees but I didn’t stop liking home. I think wherever I go I will always like this place, we are altogether here, we share everything.
When I was twelve I went with other girls from the camps to study in Algeria. We spent nine months a year in school and we experienced everything together including the separation from our families. I learned how to make friends, how to appreciate friendship and how to depend on myself. After that I went to university to study English literature. In total I spent eleven years studying in Algeria. I returned to the camps last year and at first it was a little difficult but then I became part of the Saharawi society again. I have worked as a journalist since December [2008] and I have learned a lot of things about my issue. Now I have a lot of chances to fight for my issue through writing and talking about the situation.
I think the world has betrayed the Polisario. The Polisario wanted peace and had faith in the process and they gave a lot for the chance to create peace but I think the world didn’t appreciate that, especially the UN and Morocco. The people are ready to sacrifice themselves for independence. The ceasefire had advantages in that the Polisario had the chance to organise everything in the camps and now the people are educated and we understand democracy but the negative is we are still here, without land, and relying on international aid. I hope the Saharawi will have the chance for a referendum.
From The Last Colony series by Andrew McConnell.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj94s1osfR1qihpvpo1_1280.jpg)
Minatu Lanabas Suidat, 25, journalist, pictured in Tifariti, in Polisario controlled Western Sahara (Saharawi Arab Democratic Republic).
I was born in El Aai√∫n refugee camp in 1984. I thought when I was a little girl that it was the nicest place in the world because I don’t know anything other than the camps. My childhood was very nice. We played all night, we never had anything to fear, even the darkness. When I was ten I went to Spain with the Vacations in Peace program, that is when I began to realise we were refugees but I didn’t stop liking home. I think wherever I go I will always like this place, we are altogether here, we share everything.
When I was twelve I went with other girls from the camps to study in Algeria. We spent nine months a year in school and we experienced everything together including the separation from our families. I learned how to make friends, how to appreciate friendship and how to depend on myself. After that I went to university to study English literature. In total I spent eleven years studying in Algeria. I returned to the camps last year and at first it was a little difficult but then I became part of the Saharawi society again. I have worked as a journalist since December [2008] and I have learned a lot of things about my issue. Now I have a lot of chances to fight for my issue through writing and talking about the situation.
I think the world has betrayed the Polisario. The Polisario wanted peace and had faith in the process and they gave a lot for the chance to create peace but I think the world didn’t appreciate that, especially the UN and Morocco. The people are ready to sacrifice themselves for independence. The ceasefire had advantages in that the Polisario had the chance to organise everything in the camps and now the people are educated and we understand democracy but the negative is we are still here, without land, and relying on international aid. I hope the Saharawi will have the chance for a referendum.
From The Last Colony series by Andrew McConnell.
Steve McCurry – Rajasthan, India, 1983
Iron-Rich Creek Bed
Photograph by Michael Melford
Iron-rich rocks create a rust-red creek bed for fast-flowing waters in Alberta’s Waterton Lakes National Park.
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Yohji Yamamoto Spring 2005 Ready to Wear
The Luzon Bleeding-heart (Gallicolumba luzonica) is one of a number of species of ground dove in the genus Gallicolumba that are called “bleeding-hearts”. They get this name from a splash of vivid red colour at the centre of their white breasts. The Luzon Bleeding-heart is the species in which this feature is most pronounced, and on first sight it is hard to believe that the bird has not recently been wounded. This is also partially due to a reddish hue extending down the belly, providing the illusion of blood having run down the bird’s front.
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Tadao Ando - Water Temple 1991
One is then directed, indirectly, through a simple series of two gesturing white-washed concrete walls of light and shadow that eventually lead one to what seems like a pool of water. The pool itself is filled to its outermost perimeter, forming a boundless horizon line about which it infinitely reflects its surroundings of mountains, sky, rice paddies and bamboo groves. The stillness of the water has a meditative effect and perhaps implications of a spiritual cleansing.
A concrete stairway which cuts the circular pool in two symmetrical halves descends down into momentary darkness from the light, below the water, and, eventually, into the sacred space of the Buddhist temple. Contrary to the monochromatic approach through the white walls and neutral concrete stair, the interior of the temple is saturated with color. The circular space is filled with an intense red-orange light which seems to be pulsating from its core, the inner most and most sacred space of the temple which houses the Buddha statue.
Again, one does not approach the inner sanctuary of the temple directly but circulates around the inner sanctuary where the color gradually becomes more and more intense and eventually reveals itself as one follows the silky smooth concrete walls to the light source.
The vermilion red color is most intense during sunset as light radiates through a western facing window.
Unknown ink diffusing perfume bottle
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