Tag Archives: small

A Small Thought

All I need right now is one, small thought. I am on deadline to come up with a big idea for a little project.

This image is from an exhibition three years ago in Amsterdam’s Stedelijk Museum. The pencil on the floor was barely noticeable, just lying on the floor surrounded by larger works that screamed for attention. I just need to find that little detail in my mind that can make people stop and take a second look.


der:die:das: is a new magazine out of Zurich “which examines items, objects and various ‘things’ from everyday life, trying to get to the bottom of their meaning to newly orchestrate them. Next to their meaning in everyday life the items will be put in an art- and design-discourse, in order to reveal the bizarre and the established all at once.”

“der:die:das: calls for the new in everyday life and the ordinary in the novel and assembles the various perceptions of different disciplines in art and design by various artists, designers and authors in one magazine. According to the alphabet the things will be selected, dissected and analysed.” (via thepostfamily)

The Zoomable Map

Straight out of the digital backlash, comes the Zoomable Map, the paper version.


wall 1

The Lisbon-based artist Ana Ventura‘s project (in)visible transforms a cracked and worn wall into a work of art. (via thepostfamily).

wall 2

Fifty People, One Question

Fifty People, One Question is a project by Crush + Lovely who film the answers of 50 people in one place, answering one question. A small peek into the lives and wishes of some people on the street. The question asked in Brooklyn: Where would you like to wake up tomorrow?

Fruit Tree

Autumn in Amsterdam

Wandering around Oude West, I spotted a red apple hanging in the tree. What a beautiful, perfect apple, I thought. Strange though, I never see fruit trees in Amsterdam. It did look a little too perfect though. Then I saw an orange, a banana, a pear, and a bunch of grapes. The joke was on me. Perhaps they were hung there by children in the school a few doors down. I imagine that they spend their free moments looking out the window at all the unsuspecting adults who catch a glimpse of the tree, do a double take. Then stop to take a closer look and really see.

Aspiring to Nothing

Like Okakura, I know that tea is no minor beverage. When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?

This line from The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery keeps coming back to me even though I finished the book weeks ago…