Damn French Desserts call themselves “purveyor of exquisite knick knack.” Look at the romantic anatomy domes!
There is some great stationary for the morbidly inclined as well.
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Johannes Schulz created a vodka bottle with a 3 dimensional spine and ribcage running through it.
The product is intended to represent the drink “having a real spine to it.” But I think it’s a great design, no matter what the bottle contains.
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I spotted a tutorial for plaster hand hand props and promptly added it to my endless list of things to try.
Has anyone done this, or something similar? How did it come out?
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I originally put this in my “Valentine” folder, to post in February…but I can’t wait that long. I must share Visual Anatomy Chocolates.
Visual Anatomy’s line of Anatomically Correct Chocolates are as delicious as they are fun and unique. Chocolate anatomy makes a great Docto’r Day gift, medical student gift, graduation gift, medical convention favor and sales leave behinds. Each piece has been individually designed by a medical illustrator. Anatomically correct chocolates are hand poured only when you order them so they are always at their freshest when you receive them.
Visual Anatomy’s chocolate anatomy collection includes: anatomical heart chocolate, chocolate lungs, chocolate brain, chocolate vertebra, chocolate knee, chocolate kidney, chocolate foot, chocolate liver, chocolate eye, chocolate pancreas, chocolate stomach, chocolate hip, chocolate skull, chocolate hand, chocolate colon, chocolate ear, chocolate ribbon, chocolate baby sperm.
And now a little installment of DG before I go down the medical rabbit hole for an indeterminate period of time.
Man, Edmund’s been talking for a LONG time.
Start ’em young.
Gorgeous vintage Vogue cover by Salvador Dali.
THINK your way to visible virility!
Very little info on this, but wow…
What puffer cake has seen cannot be unseen.
I love this because the skeleton can either be reaching for OR releasing the heart, depending on the eye of the beholder.
The Barbie Dream Snake:
If a higher power exists, I’m sure it speaks through cats exclusively, actually.
“Who you callin’ chicken?”
I wish this were an actual vintage piece.
Tip from the SheWalksSoftly school of psychology: If someone hurts your feelings, sending a greeting card with one of the worst puns on earth is not likely to remedy the relationship.
Now, let’s everybody hope that the doctors have an ALL CHOCOLATE treatment planned for me next week.
Hey folks…I’m about to check into the hospital (this Tuesday) for at least a week to undergo an experimental intravenous treatment. We hope to halt (and start reversing) the process by which my central nervous system has slowly and painfully crippled me over the past number of years.
I’ve seen incredible acts of love and kindness take place through the internet. As an insatiably curious person, a student of psychophysiology and firm believer in the principles of quantum nonlocality, it is my opinion that our thoughts and energy do indeed affect physical matter.
Hospitals can be grim, tragic places, filled with hopelessness and protective stoicism. As I know from experience, that environment can knock the spark right out of the bravest among us. But I plan to embark on this treatment with nothing less than total positivity.
I humbly ask for a small quantum favor. Please take a moment to concentrate some good energy on the greatest possible outcome in the days to follow. This can come in any form you feel comfortable with: a wish, a phrase, a vision of health, a prayer to a particular God, or to the universe. I ask for a moment of your grace to help me through the eye of the needle so I may emerge a renewed inhabitant of a body that has done its best to destroy me.
The power of intention can work in wondrous ways. Who knows? Your mere moments of kindness may help save a life…a life I will spend paying it forward with my whole heart as a healer, empath and artist.
If you choose to take part in this little energy exchange, feel free to leave a comment and let me know so I can actively send my gratitude. Or do so anonymously, forward or post this somewhere…it’s all good! Oh, and if you’d like to pick a color below, I’m going to put a string on my wrist for each person who agrees to send me some positivity during this journey next week…something I can look at as a tangible reminder.
I have daily automated posts ready for my absence, so please keep visiting!
Many more adventures, arts and oddities await us, my friends! Through the eye of the needle I go…
(If you are new to this blog, you can see a tiny summary of what I’m referring to here)
Here is a fantastic graphite etching from Slovak Handmade. Look at the depth and detail!
Personally, I would prefer the image without the quote underneath. In my opinion, no human has the authority to “determine truth” about anything. That is not a religious statement; it is a statement of profound awe and reverence for the universe. However, we may try to stay humble and live the best life possible within our own approximations of truth as we see it thus far.
Watch a time lapse video of the project!
I really love these two pieces by Gaktikol.
Swan Song Part I:
Swan Song Part II:
Ah, to have music flow through the skin and bones…truly the best way to listen.
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A new book on my wishlist: Hidden Beauty
This collaborative project by a scientist and artist from the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine asks the reader to consider the aesthetics of human disease, a dynamically powerful force of nature that acts without regard to race, religion, or culture. Here more than sixty medical science professionals present visually stunning patterns of different diseases affecting various areas of the human anatomy.
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Some folks have been kind enough to write in asking about the status of my health. I suppose it’s time for an honest update. Part of me wants to keep this entirely to myself, but if I am given the chance to recover and complete my PhD, I will spend my life as an active advocate/helper for others who face similar challenges. So perhaps it is best that I speak up.
In addition to the emergency abdominal surgery that nearly “closed my peephole” (Kurt Vonnegut’s eloquent euphemism for death), and another serious abdominal surgery looming in the future, I’m stuck with an outrageously severe case of Central Pain Syndrome.
Central Pain Syndrome (CPS) is a neurological disorder consisting of agonizing pain signals of many differing types at once: burning, freezing, shocking, aching, crushing, spasticity. It has been characterized as the worst pain known to man. It is caused by damage to or injury of the Central Nervous System (CNS), which includes the brain, brainstem and spinal cord. (Source)
There is often severe, unremitting nausea causing constant vomiting. The pain can bring on hyperventilation. Blood pressure can rise due to the pain…Pain is typically constant, may be moderate to severe in intensity, and is often made worse by touch, movement, emotions, and temperature changes. (Source)
Some people with CPS only have certain limbs affected. Mine is all encompassing, and extends throughout my entire body. Consequently, my hands hurt too much to type (or be of any use, really…even to hold books, which is the worst!), my jaw hurts too much to speak or chew, my tailbone hurts too much to sit, etc., etc., and I spend my days writhing around on heating pads and ice packs looking for some less agonizing position, failing to find one. I have tried well over 100 medications, supplements and nearly every complementary therapy out there.
The pain is comparable to the final stages of metastatic cancer…yet as a condition is far less understood, acknowledged and respected. I cannot blame physicians for being intimidated by a beast of such magnitude! Our search for treatment continues…
If things go as planned I will finally get to check into a hospital for inpatient pain treatment in the near future. Please keep your fingers crossed for that. In the meantime, I will have to keep my commentary at a minimum.
I truly appreciate all of the people who have stuck with this blog, made comments, or sent messages. I am NOT giving up on taming my central nervous system and rejoining the human race. There are truly wondrous stories trapped in my head, waiting for expression! I have immense love and support, for which no words adequately convey my gratitude…and I have incalculable love left to give. I’ve tried very hard to keep this blog alive as it is one of my few tethers to the outside world, and I will do my best to continue.
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All the best,
Dana
SheWalksSoftly 