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The Biggest Art in Earth

We all at some point have done little scribbles into the sand when spending time on a beach. But this guy here has taken this to a whole new level.

Jim Denevan is definitely a name to remember. He dedicates parts of his (artisitic) life to drawing figures into sand. Huge figures. And when I m saying huge I mean HUUUUGE!!!

And when you see them you think, man needs some sort of computer planning them but Jim said he doesn’t plan them ahead at all. He just stands there on the beach or the desert, looks at the horizon and thinks, and then he just starts walking with his rake. Miles after miles, hours after hours – to create these unforgettable shapes. And after water and wind have erased them from the planet’s surface all that remains are these stunning photographs.

He created what he calls the largest piece of art in history – gigantic circles measuring 9 miles in circumference. Instead of a rake he used a car to create these lines though. The result can even be seen with Google Earth.

Go check his webpage for more of his unforgettable artwork. jimdenevan.com

A little inspiration for the next time you get bored during your beach holiday. 😉

This is part of the 9mile sized piece he drew in the Nevada desert.A piece of art which is big enough to be seen from out of space. Reminding of the famous Nasca lines in South America

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Pic Lane 2

I just love Brick Lane. It really is never boring. Everytime I turn up there I discover something I hadn’t seen before. Mostly because it wasn’t there when I last came down.

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Music for Life?

When walking towards the exit of Aldgate East tube station this afternoon I could hear that someone outside was playing Wonderwall. I was joking to my friend Oli who is visiting me from Berlin that he now even got to see Oasis live. But then when I actually saw where the music came from I somehow didn’t feel like joking anymore.

There was this rather rugged looking man on his guitar busking away. But he was not alone like I would expect from a busker.

I will never forget the image of him playing his guitar while his son was dangling of the stair-rail and his two daughters sitting on the cold concrete of the pavement – as if they were sitting in their bedroom. It felt they were there for hours already and were totally sunk into their own little world while their dad was playing to make a living for his family.

But I admit that I deep down also thought just by judging him by his look that he might just buy the next ration of alcohol from the money he earned.
There was something about this scene that really touched me. I know I will for a long while think about their backgrounds – thinking about the answers to the questions I never dared to ask.
What is their story? Is this their everyday life?