Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
Are you kidding? I wouldn’t want to look at an imprint of my fat ass on the seat
This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this.
I want to cry
it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form
THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.
This makes me uncomfortable
this makes me laugh because we’re so worried for our appearance, race, gender and shit and we’re actually the closest thing to a mutant spaghetti
this is our final form
montreal street artist roadsworth tries not only to beautify the urban landscape, often by incorporating existing street markings, but to also make a statement about the illusory urban disconnect from the natural environment. his (literal) street art is both a reclamation of a public space that as cyclists and pedestrians we are taught is dangerous, and a response to the primacy afforded to a car culture that largely dictates the planning of this public space. for his efforts, roadsworth was charged with 53 counts of mischief in 2004.
Blanka Matragi - Story of the dress -
I love how they show the initial concept to the realization!