This seems to be my weekend to discover artists exploring fascinating ways to connect with the natural world. After stumbling onto Tsuneaki Hiramatsu’s firefly photographs, I saw some of body-painter Guido Daniele’s astonishing “handimals” in my daughter’s latest issue of National Geographic for Kids, and had to seek out more:
You can see much more of Daniele’s amazing, er, handiwork (how could I resist? come on!) on his blog. And it reminds me of some very impressive hand-shadow work I’ve seen in videos such as this tourism ad for Calcutta:
I’ve heard it said that hands can be expressive, but I don’t think I’ve realized until now just how profoundly true that is.
Just a few from a fantastic series of time-lapse images by photographer Tsuneaki Hiramatsu, via io9:
More here, and on Hiramatsu’s blog.
More bioluminescent goodness here and here.
Oh, lovely, lovely, lovely. I had a ton of post ideas all lined up — then along comes this video, which just has to go up first:
Check out little Doggie Chewbacca and little Doggie Ewok. I’m melting.
Oh, excellent! AbeBooks identifies a pressing problem, and a solution:
Here at AbeBooks Headquarters, we occasionally step away from our bubbling beakers to read books. And we’ve all noticed a disturbing trend throughout classic literature.
Many of the so-called “classics” are entirely devoid of cats. I know.
Cats and books go together like bees and honey. So we took it upon ourselves to properly “Catify” some of the classics. We bring you, the joy of Kitty Lit. Cats on classic covers!
A couple of gems:
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Meow
Oscar is a sweet but disastrously overweight domestic shorthair who – from the home he shares with his mother and sister – dreams of becoming the Dominican J.R.R. Tolkien and, most of all, finding love. But Oscar lacks opposable thumbs, and can’t be a writer, because he is a cat.
The Cat Hair in My Eye
Holden Catfield is a whiny, disillusioned youth barely out of kittenhood. As he roams New York City, he becomes increasingly despairing of the state of the world, and lacks faith and hope in the goodness of society. With any luck, neutering him will make him less moody. Or maybe a nice ball of string.
The rest here.
Want more? Check out The Kitten Covers as well, for more of this:
(Top image by Edward Gorey)
And a bonus hand-shadow interpretation:
[…] 56 exotic creatures — a fierce menagerie that included wolves, monkeys and 18 Bengal tigers, an endangered species whose numbers total less than 3,000 in the wild — […] had fled their cages on a 73-acre private reserve. Friends described the couple who ran it as animal lovers, but they also had a history of run-ins with the authorities.
By late Wednesday, a day after the hunt began, the authorities in this central Ohio city of 25,000 said they had killed or captured all but one of the animals, a monkey. It had not been seen all day, and officials believed that it might have been killed by one of the other animals, said Tom Stalf, assistant director of operations at the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium.
The creatures had been freed on the reserve, a few miles west of downtown Zanesville, after one of the owners apparently cut open their wire cages or opened the doors and then fatally shot himself, the authorities said.
An attempt was made to tranquilize one of the tigers, but ultimately all eighteen were shot and killed.
I understand the authorities putting public safety first, but the deaths of so many innocent, frightened, and in many cases endangered animals are still a tragedy.
As I’ve written before (and as the article points out), there are only three thousand tigers left in the wild — with just a thousand breeding females — and their situation is no less dire today. Click here to help.