“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Much Have I Traveled in the Realms of Gold

Rice Chapel. Reminds me of some of the more shocking hypoxic dreams I used to have. The gold is thousands of mosaic pieces, giving rise to a shimmering surface that is perfectly right for this environment.

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