Poison
Jan Pineda @jdpineda
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Hi everyone!
This is Jan, Moonleaf’s (the little tea shop I work for) head graphic designer (yep, the one who makes our lovely minimalist posters!) and a very good friend.
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My Masterpiece Movement (MMM) Stars students Aylli Cortez and Alexa Nazareno created their first chalk animation in multimedia class. Enroll now at My Masterpiece Creativity Camp 2011.
My Masterpiece Creativity Camp Studio class video project: Production Design through overhead projected images. Video collaboration by Dev Sanghi, Ines Soler, and Aylli Cortez.
Video created by Masterpiece Studio students Aylli Cortez, Dev Sanghi and Ines Soler. Time-Lapse Animation, shot in 40 minutes.
Awesome Aylli flies! Persistence of Vision exercise for multimedia class at My Masterpiece Creativity Camp 2011
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MANUEL PRESTI (Italy)
Winner: Wildlife Photographer of the Year
A lone peregrine falcon sweeps into a swirling flock of starlings above a park in Rome. “I felt the fear and and the starlings’ urgent need to survive, and the psychological pressure of the falcon as dive-bombed the small birds, ” says Presti of his photograph Sky Chase.
(This was your favorite photograph)
White Paper Cranes Cast Black Shadows
It is believed that upon folding
the thousandth paper crane,
the wish of their maker come true.
I began folding my first,
thinking that at this primary step,
all the ones that went will come back.
I creased the paper, enveloping
the might of my will. I have these
air hands. I will soon send
a thousand cranes into the sky
to visit the souls of those who had
gone to take them back upon paper wings.
I begin to think that every time
I touch this paper, I want to write
on my white birds two words.
Come back. Or take me.
I will ask my cranes to tell
them that they left so soon.
(originally Untitled, Leano-Mortel-Olympia Poetry Session, Divine Grace Leano, 2007)
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
