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Making art from stripped-down dead animals

“SOMETIMES I go to pet shops and ask whether I can receive dead creatures.”

And then 29-year-old Iori Tomita, from Yokohama, Japan, does incredible things to them. Taking up to a year, he gently rinses the animals with enzymes that break down soft tissue and protein. What is left is what he calls the transparent specimen: cartilage, which he dyes blue, and bone, dyed purple. “People are attracted by the beauty of creatures,” he says. “Formalin specimens look grotesque.”

Most of the material that Tomita uses in his art comes from fishermen – he used to be one until he was 25 – discarded dead crabs, squid, unsold deep-sea fish, unwanted tiddlers. And then there are the macabre packages from pet shops. Tomita still fishes, but his life changed when he visited an art gallery for the first time two years ago and realised that he could fuse his love of nature with what was regarded as art.

There is a moral dimension to the work, too. He quotes a UN Food and Agriculture Organization report showing that a third of all food produced for human consumption each year is wasted. “Do you think about how many lives that is?” he asks.

Tomita – who says he has thought about but rejected the idea of making transparent artworks of dead humans – sells prints and, in Japan, bottled specimens of stripped-down animals. 

(Images: Iori Tomita/2013 New World Transparent Specimens)

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What gay men give to the world.  A-yup.

On the second one.

There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls.  I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.

So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy.  He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag.  And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.

It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby.  Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her.  She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost.  He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.

BAM.  Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger.  He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine.  Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.

The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture.  She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.

Told this story to some guys upstairs.  Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.

Someone give that man his own comic book

Gay Avenger is my new hero! Can’t every gay club have one?!

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