The aftermath.

Yesterday I turned 22 years old. That's 22 rides around the sun...

264 months...

1,148 weeks...

8,037 days...

192,901 hours...
11,574,078 minutes...

694,444,729 seconds, all as of when I posted this.

That's interesting.

Now I feel like buying something.

Go figure.

The Field.

"Angel of the North"

These are a few sculptures by Anthony Gormley. He's one of my favorite sculptors! Field is about 55,000 teracotta figures that he lines up and fills gallery floors with, so that you can't enter a room, just look in and see all of these little things covering the ground. They look like spooky little sleepwalkers. Really cool stuff. He also does lots of iron casting/welding pieces, mainly of human forms. All of them are really neat, and he's done hundreds.

This is one installation of Field in an old airplane hanger.

This one is done in a gallery in Germany, I think. The only thing that matters for this exhibit is the walls of the gallery. Other than that, they just line 'em up.

So those are some of my favorites. He's a very cool guy with some very great art. www.anthonygormley.com

Motion Picture Soundtrack

This sums up my brain right now, I'd say.