<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400</id><updated>2007-04-26T17:08:26.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Harms the Art</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/index.htm'></link><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='atom.xml'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111440615043009412</id><published>2005-04-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:16:33.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Twenty-One</title><summary type='text'>

Room 121, Jackson Building, 6th Avenue and Jackson Street,
Seattle, WA. Tuesday, April 19, 2005.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/one-twenty-one.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111440615043009412'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111440615043009412'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111397721919333714</id><published>2005-04-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:09:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Roof</title><summary type='text'>

From a  roof, International District, Seattle, WA.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/from-roof.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111397721919333714'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111397721919333714'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111375885600149189</id><published>2005-04-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:22:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Peel</title><summary type='text'>
 Orange Peel.
Saturday, April 16, 2005.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/orange-peel.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111375885600149189'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111375885600149189'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111389154161736246</id><published>2005-04-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:21:35.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Cup</title><summary type='text'>

Tea cup, Saigon Bistro, Seattle, WA.
Sunday, April 18, 2005.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/tea-cup.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111389154161736246'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111389154161736246'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111359254334603955</id><published>2005-04-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:19:59.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be Simple Again</title><summary type='text'>Simplicity is a theme I’m always thinking about when it comes to creativity – the name of this site is a good indicator of where I stand when it comes to overly complex art. Whether design, photography, music or whatever, I’m impressed when someone can take an uncomplicated form and give it a depth and richness previously thought impossible given the simplicity of the medium or approach.

Which </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/just-be-simple-again.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111359254334603955'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111359254334603955'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111334054874124997</id><published>2005-04-12T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:19:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starin' out the window at the darkness</title><summary type='text'>"The best song will never get sung
          The best life never leaves your lungs
          So good, you won't ever know
          I never hear it on the radio
          Can't hear it on the radio"
    -Wilco, Late Greats, from the album A Ghost Is Born
  
Prior to reading about all of the shutter-firing as the Pope lie in state last week, I had been obsessed with the above Wilco song. During my</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/starin-out-window-at-darkness.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111334054874124997'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111334054874124997'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111318308045362388</id><published>2005-04-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:40:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"of course everyone is taking pictures"</title><summary type='text'>Insomnia led me to witness some of the Papal funeral live last Friday morning (it began at 1 am PST). I was riveted as the visuals were overwhelming. The huge crowd, the small, simple wooden coffin being brought out before hundreds of thousands of onlookers, and the wind-blown crimson robes of the Cardinals prior to the ceremony are still imprinted on my visual memory.

I was also floored by the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/04/of-course-everyone-is-taking-pictures.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111318308045362388'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111318308045362388'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111118065180487303</id><published>2005-03-18T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:47:28.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Images from Singapore</title><summary type='text'>These Polaroids were taken at a hotel in Singapore exactly one year ago today. Click on each to see it larger.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/03/images-from-singapore.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111118065180487303'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111118065180487303'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111095512601995157</id><published>2005-03-15T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:43:59.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elinor Carucci</title><summary type='text'>I had the chance to see an exhibition of Carucci’s work from her Closer series at the Photographic Center Northwest last month. I’d seen her book all over the place but hadn’t given it much time - as I mention in the blurb on the left, I’m not one who gets too fired up about photographs of a highly personal nature. For me, art is something that speaks clearest when it detaches itself from any </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/03/elinor-carucci.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111095512601995157'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111095512601995157'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111078115723652506</id><published>2005-03-13T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:53:03.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><summary type='text'>As one would expect, I find a few links every once in a while that warrant passing on for further exploration ... here are a few from the past week:
   Ted Leo on UGO.com - A few beautiful acoustic tracks, including a mind-blowing cover of a *Kelly Clarkson* song mixed with the Yeah Yeah Yeah's "Maps"
   "Stuck in Lodi" - Pitchfork.com delivers a heartfelt rememberance of growing up in the same </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/03/distractions.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111078115723652506'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111078115723652506'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-111033957766430469</id><published>2005-03-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:08:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual White Noise</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to believe Don DeLillo's (right) White Noise was published two decades ago given the way it lays all of our contemporary fears before us in neat little piles. DeLillo's 1980s look a lot like our 2000s - the demon of technology's constant hum (now supplemented by the internet - look away!), the empty hope that medicine will save us (seen now in the failures of Vioxx, Celebrex, and more),</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/03/visual-white-noise.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111033957766430469'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/111033957766430469'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110978550598625384</id><published>2005-03-02T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:48:38.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Oscar Wrap-Up</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't all that impressed with this year’s crop of Academy Award nominees. Admittedly, I only saw a handful of the nominated films, and as usual most of those were documentaries. For some reason I had no desire - and still don't - to run out and see The Aviator (I can't see DiCaprio as any age other than late teens), Ray (I can't see Jaime Foxx as anyone other than "Wanda" on In Living Color) </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/03/late-oscar-wrap-up.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110978550598625384'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110978550598625384'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110965991771448740</id><published>2005-02-28T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:57:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>power cord</title><summary type='text'>
The cord that powers my machine. Seen at Red Line Cafe,             1525 East Olive Way, Seattle, WA. February 25, 2005.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/power-cord.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110965991771448740'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110965991771448740'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110936514844699721</id><published>2005-02-25T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:06:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a winter sunset</title><summary type='text'>
Night comes to our city by the Sound. Seen from 524 Boylston Avenue East, Seattle, WA. February 23, 2005.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/winter-sunset.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110936514844699721'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110936514844699721'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110894890802846083</id><published>2005-02-20T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:25:12.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Book of Doom</title><summary type='text'>
Camera Obscura Projection from 900 12th Ave (Facing East), Seattle, WA, 02/18/05 

I created the above image for a project that's being organized by Matthew Burns and involving work from several different artists. It's a handmade book (right) that's being mailed from person-to-person where they then add their photos, drawings, stickers, stencils or whatever.

My contribution is an eight Polaroid</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/art-book-of-doom.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110894890802846083'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110894890802846083'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110870919317456982</id><published>2005-02-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:52:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Catch a Paper Thief</title><summary type='text'>I am thoroughly convinced that there is an intriguing story behind all media. From famous works of art to the discarded shopping list you find in the bottom of your cart, there is a compelling human component to all creations - even the ones that were intended to go unnoticed.

Take, for instance, this New York Times article on a firing range target (right) that was created 40 years ago for use </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/to-catch-paper-thief.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110870919317456982'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110870919317456982'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110862084156974977</id><published>2005-02-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:43:27.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saffron is the New Black</title><summary type='text'>This wouldn't be much of an art-centric site without at least a passing mention about the cultural juggernaut that is Chirsto and Jean-Claude's "The Gates" in New York's Central Park. A friend in Pennsylvania tells me that the entire Northeast has gone nuts over the 7,500 pieces of billowy safforn cloth and seems a bit perturbed that it takes this sort of mega-project to get people talking about </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/saffron-is-new-black.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110862084156974977'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110862084156974977'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110854138571308213</id><published>2005-02-15T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:18:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times New Roman up your a**</title><summary type='text'>Who doesn't love fonts? No one, that's who! And who doesn't love spine-ripping heavy metal? EVERYONE, right?! So it's only logical that people would be going off the rails for some heavy metal fonts!

Graphic design meets ear-splitting, bong-rattling, face-melting metal at this RockRage.com site that features the fonts of all your hard-rockin' favorites, including , , and my hometown heroes  !!

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/times-new-roman-up-your.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110854138571308213'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110854138571308213'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110844920185330943</id><published>2005-02-14T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:34:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Leo / Rx &gt; Live</title><summary type='text'>
Ted Leo, performing live with his band the Pharmacists, at Neumo's, Seattle, WA. February 13, 2005.

Visit my Flickr.com site for more photos from the show, and check out fansite Timorous Me for other good stuff including video of Ted Leo/Rx on Conan O'Brien last week.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/ted-leo-rx-live.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110844920185330943'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110844920185330943'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110810656477542244</id><published>2005-02-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:25:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroid-o-nizer™</title><summary type='text'>So this is pretty fun ... you find a photo somewhere on the web (yours or someone else's) and use the Polaroid-o-nizer™ to automatically turn it into a Polaroid!

Take this blurry digital snapshot of Portland, Oregon:



After cutting n' pasting the link, adding your text, and ignoring that the site is Dutch and you really couldn't read any of it, you get this:



Go crazy! Polaroid-o-nize™ your </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/polaroid-o-nizer.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110810656477542244'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110810656477542244'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110788321994242687</id><published>2005-02-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:11:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the shark rot</title><summary type='text'>Damien Hirst’s dead shark is dying. His piece The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living (right) features a tiger shark suspended in a glass tank full of formaldehyde. Unveiled in 1991, the work propelled Hirst to the status of a household name (or about as close to one as a living artist can get) and inspired hoots and hollers from fans and detractors alike. Say whatever </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/let-shark-rot.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110788321994242687'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110788321994242687'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110732595704618476</id><published>2005-02-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:32:34.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>her brain is like a blender</title><summary type='text'>
Found drawing. Another sheet was blank except for the words "HER BRAIN IS LIKE A BLENDER." Found on windowsill in Room 302, Masonic Temple Building, Seattle Central Community College, Seattle, WA. Tuesday, February 1, 2005. Around 8pm.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/02/her-brain-is-like-blender.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110732595704618476'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110732595704618476'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110724474495280177</id><published>2005-01-31T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:07:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>completion</title><summary type='text'>The madness that was the Jason Molina Orgy on WHRB radio is now complete. You can download crystal clear mp3s of Molina's exclusive "via speakerphone" set (and the excellent interview) at The Record Hospital. 'Twas a great performance, featuring several new songs and a few previously-released tracks:

01. Texas 71
02. Lonesome Valley
03. Hammer Down
04. Trouble in Mind
05. Down the Wrong </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/01/completion.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110724474495280177'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110724474495280177'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110695463486340688</id><published>2005-01-28T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:23:54.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>minutes before taking the GRE</title><summary type='text'>
Crazy Moose Casino. Spotted at Terrace Village Plaza, Mountlake Terrace, WA. Friday, January 28, 2005. 8:59am.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/01/minutes-before-taking-gre.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110695463486340688'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110695463486340688'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068400.post-110647032493299800</id><published>2005-01-23T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:53:36.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pryor, but no parking</title><summary type='text'>
Spotted on Boren Ave near Harrison St, Seattle, WA. Saturday, January 22, 2005. 9:36pm.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.touchingharmstheart.com/2005/01/pryor-but-no-parking.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110647032493299800'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068400/posts/default/110647032493299800'></link><author><name>Luke</name></author></entry></feed>