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Christian Boltanski, Vitrine de Reference

Barry Le Va, Cleaved Wall, 1969-70

Freeman Ranch is a 3,500-acre (1,400 ha) plot of land between San Marcos and Wimberley, Texas. It was founded in 1941 by weekend ranchers Harold M. “Harry” Freeman and his brother Joe.^[1] Freeman Ranch houses 50 varying dead decaying bodies. These bodies are used to study the effects of the stages of body decomposition on the effect on the soil. ^[2]

2/3 of my blog is now only viewable to me due to the new tumblr guidelines. I will likely post a heartfelt and sincere goodbye this week, but I advise you to save what you want from here before this blog becomes defunct. Truly (and strangely) shocked and saddened by this turn of events.

Edit: For those who are already asking me if this blog will migrate to a new location—I promise I will give you more details in the near future. This project has always been, to my mind, my own little private haven of hodge-podge hermitude that a fairly significant audience ended up tuning into. That said, it tickles me (aw shucks, honors me) that others have appreciated the art and tidbits that make me enthused about, and intrigued by, an often devastating and senseless world. I will be sure to fill you in on any new home for my obsessions…if such a home is possible. And I welcome suggestions for alternate refuges for misfit digital hoarders.

Louise Bourgeois, Cell I, 1991

Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.

Simone Weil (via blancheparish)

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