New Quilled Paper Anatomy by Lisa Nilsson
Paper artist Lisa Nilsson (previously) recently completed a number of new anatomical pieces using her profoundly incredible skill with quilling, a tedious process where paper is tightly wound into small rolls and then assembled into larger artworks. The natural formation of the paper coupled with Nilsson’s ability to identify the precise materials to mimic organic structures makes each artwork appear uncannily like actual cross-sections of humans and animals. The artist has a number of new works currently on display at the Boston Art Gallery as part of the exhibition Teaching the Body: Artistic Anatomy in the American Academy through March 31, 2013.

por ahora las palabras son
marcas que los dedos dejan en la piel
cuando ya no hay restos de la voz en el habla
en el momento en que con lentitud
escribo el silencio en el cuerpo
como movimiento imperfecto de la respiración
acepto lágrimas

Maria Sousa

o fundo das coisas nas coisas sem fundo
cair-me todo para caber no mundo

Pedro Sena-Lino

Dimitri Spijk
Toysoldiers Skull, click on the link below to see more .
https://www.artpeoplegallery.com/toysoldiers-skull/

Jennifer McCurdy’s porcelain pottery looks almost as alive as its inspiration.
McCurdy on her work:
"Emotion fills me when I see perfect forms in nature, from the cracked conch shell on the beach revealing its perfect spiral, to the milkweed pod burst in the field, its brilliant airborne seeds streaming into the sunlight. The ordered symmetry and asymmetry of nature’s forms reveal the growth of life, the movement of life.
Living on Martha’s Vineyard, island time, especially in the winter, seems to conform to nature’s cycles. As a potter, I strive to make my work reflect the balance of life around me. It is important that the patterns I see around me are integrated into my forms."

são as árvores que sorriem
para as águas fartas
de assombro?

(somos nós este destino)

não me peças para o explicar do corpo leve na dobra dum lençol, com cheiro de mar e vento. dos movimentos das palavras escritas no lado quente das mãos que entornam segredos - o debruçar das horas nas raízes do coração.
não me peças para explicar a melancolia deste desejo, nem a corrente da maré-cheia do entardecer da memória - fogueira acesa

porque ficamos nus nos detalhes por onde caminhamos?