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Women’s rights pioneer Elizabeth Cady Stanton in a letter to her daughter, 1872.

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Women’s rights pioneer Elizabeth Cady Stanton in a letter to her daughter, 1872.

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"Tal vez el autismo es el libre exilio de un mundo tan perturbador, tal vez, donde se encuentra el talento aparece el mundo que el humano promedio reprime en sacrificio a ser normal. El autismo no es para mi una enfermedad, es un privilegio."

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Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

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Know your tome – anatomy of the book. Pair with how a book is made, from antiquity to the Middle Ages to today.

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Know your tome – anatomy of the book. Pair with how a book is made, from antiquity to the Middle Ages to today.

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Canibalismo contemporáneo

Cambiamos los bosques por un grisáceo y repulsivo concreto, la carne cruda dio un giro con doble moral por las leyes de etiqueta y los pigmentos naturales se volvieron maquillaje, el maquillaje de las señoritas presumidas con aire en la cabeza.

y a pesar de todo el avance tecnológico 

aun somos Caníbales.

Porque nos devoramos, pero ahora más descaradamente, nos devoramos de día, sin pena y sin miedo, nos observamos, estudiamos y a modo de critica compulsiva desangramos a nuestra presa, moralmente. 

Veneno corrosivo de envidia adquirida, recelo incoherente y codicia.

Perros de la ambición. 

Cambiamos los arboles y el reflejo del agua ya no importa.

nada importa

Porque ahora sea dos mil trece o en el dos mil cincuenta sea mañana sea el ayer.

Todos somos caníbales en diferentes contextos.

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Tank Girl.

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Map Portraits
by Ed Fairburn

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