Something like love

Marina Abramovic – Pushing the Envelope of Performance

Posted in Fine Art, Identity, Moving, Portraiture, Relationships by linhdy on December 2, 2010

Marina Abramovicis what I would call a radical performance artist.  She has shaped performance art in ways that I will not even try to explain.  However, I will admit that I used to think performance art was annoying, obnoxious and incomprehendable but now Abramovic has helped me view this medium in a new (more positive) light.

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marina abramovic the family ix

Read more at the Sean Kelly Gallery, learn about her In The Family project or read the New York Press.

 

At last, my love has come along!

Posted in About, Love, Photography, Pretty things, Statement by linhdy on January 18, 2010

Hello
I find so many amazing, creative & beautiful things! I just wanted to collect them & share them with the world. Look forward to being privy to many discoveries as I scour the internet for sights both seen & unseen; hope you can join me.

I am alive; this is the evidence!

What does “Something like love” mean?
What is love? People say they are in love. They get married. Then they fall out of love. I don’t get it. Doesn’t love last forever? Maybe love changes. It’s sad nothing lasts forever.

I have never been in love. I don’t really know what it means.

Whatever it is, I am searching for that everlasting love. I want to collect things that make me feel alive. I want to collect things that speak to something greater than the material world. That or just shiny objects.

I want to collect these shiny objects and put them in a digital treasure trove– so that I can return and savor them. “Something like love” refers to my collection of things I love. Or something like love. If it’s not love– it’s the next best thing.

This blog is a work in progress, always. I am in search for love– and I am willing to put myself out there. I am taking a chance. I will be that ugly tree. I don’t have any expectations– than to be nothing.

I Miss You Already by Tracey Baran

I Miss You Already (2004), Tracey Baran

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