rough sketch of an old creature oc. bat-like appearance, bird-like behavior, mostly just a silly grandpa that loves to sleep all day and steal people’s food
Illustrations by Andrzej Sykut
House (1974-78) built for himself in Gif-sur-Yvette, France, by Marc Held
THE LARVAE (AND ADULT FEMALE) OF THE TRILOBITE BEETLE
The trilobite [beetle] genus (Duliticola) belongs to the family Lycidae, commonly known as net-winged beetles.
This family is a pretty interesting one, because many of its species display huge physical differences between their males and their females. Trilobite beetles are no exception. While the females are easily recognisable – that incredible form is retained from when they were larvae [see Wikipedia neoteny] – the males look entirely different. They pretty much just look like plain old beetles, with long, winged bodies and a pair of thick antennae.
Photo by Frank Herfort. Post Soviet Highrise.
Frank Herfort has been criss-crossing Russia for the last four years photographing his long-term project “Imperial Pomp – Post Soviet Highrise”. His images of monstrously massive buildings with an overwhelming presence seem to come from another time and dimension.
The works all have the name of a street or a street that has been part of the life of Locatelli and want to be an element of profound innovation in contemporary art. This is how the walls torn, shattered sculptures in which the memory bully comes across space and time, giving voice to a neurosis and an emotion tied to the objects that have left deep scars in the life of the artist. The tiles vintage crumbling and animate in a three-dimensional movement, are the chosen element to emphasize the power and vehemence that the memories have in our lives. A broken wall in a house “uninhabited” that wants to tell his story. Hence the title of the exhibition “Disabitare” as an evocation of a time that was where the object that has been forgotten its presence screams coming out of the walls, the walls, from our memories. An attempt, therefore, “Re-inhabiting” to Locatelli, an attempt to revive a past that would not be forgotten, but that is hard to forget.
"Somewhere along the way I feel that I lost something important. But I do not know."
Li River, Guangxi Zhuang, China
there are tears in my eyes