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“The only one doing their job around here is this tree.” — @dallasclayton (via)
from Wild Kingdom
Man, I love the way Kevin draws these suburban skylines. He sent me a great little zine a while back. (You can get his zines here.) His new one, Gloriana, is on my Christmas list.
The Secret of the Fibonacci Sequence in Trees
13-year-old studies trees and Fibonacci sequence, comes up with a design for better solar panels. Awesome.
Trees from 18th-century Russian Maps
(from page 174 of John Krygier and Dennis Wood’s second edition of Making Maps)
(via nprfreshair)
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
I have a set of twins and not much time for anything. But when i have time i draw monsterdrawings on post-it notes… it is a little window into a different world, made on office supplies.
A little window into a different world, made on office supplies…
Filed under: Post-it notes. (via @oh_steph)
David Byrne, “History of Mark-making,” 2002
From Byrne’s great book of tree drawings, Arboretum
[Drawing/diagrams (mostly) in the form of trees are an] eclectic blend of faux science, automatic writing, satire, and an attempt to find connections where none were thought to exist — a sort of self-therapy, allowing the hand to say what the voice cannot. Irrational logic, it’s sometimes called. The application of logical scientific rigor and form to basically irrational premises. To proceed, carefully and deliberately, from nonsense, with a straight face, often arriving at a new kind of sense. The world keeps opening up, unfolding, and just when we expect it to be closed — to be a sealed, sensible box — it shows us something completely surprising.
Via two of my favorite brilliant ladies, Bobulate and Jenbee






