Sam Furness
@samfurness
Designing collective experiences and beautiful things that cultivate curiosity and creative ways of being.
Sam Furness
channeltwelve.co.uk
When we walk in the world we connect to our surroundings, on a basic level our feet tread the paths that many have taken before, looking from afar we become a moving and present part of the earth we live on, we acknowledge our place in it, even through the notionally insignificant movement of simply getting a breath of fresh air.
‘I the sculptor am the landscape’ - Barbara Hepworth’s Roots of Stone - The London Magazine
Photography is mysterious, even for renowned photographer @sallymannofficial.
She shares advice on rejection and the creative process and tells @anthonymasoncbs about her new book, “Art Work,” tomorrow on CBS Mornings.
instagram.comLastly, because I'm in this emailing you mode right now -- I was working in a banana plantation yesterday out of sheer fun/curiosity before I become a working professional next week. While there, my friend and I were chatting with the ray of light man who runs the production and who was imparting his incredible banana knowledge on us. At one p
... See more" participatory dance, an act of the imagination, in which the reader animates and transforms the static into the kinetic and brings it to life. "
Jim O'Shaughnessy • Reopen Your Eyes 👀👁️
Nick Sousanis
one of my favorite data projects: dear data, a year-long postcard engagement with hand-drawn data drawings based on Stefanie Posavec’s and Giorgia Lupi’s daily observations
anniething & anniewheresubstack.com
✨Something to pin above your desk✨ If you pre-order ALL FOURS from participating independent bookstores across the US, you will also receive this limited-edition broadside with a quote from the novel. That’s my quasi-legible handwriting and drawing and it’s printed with nice raised-lettering and a color gradient that matches the cover. The link in ... See more
instagram.comPODCASTS – WalkingLab
walkinglab.org
Walking as a creative practice
"I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen, but as the years wasted on, nothing ever did unless I caused it.”
—Charles Bukowski