Rachel Metea

"Rachel Metea"

My name is Rachel and I like to post pretty things, mostly visual poetry.

I suppose I am the only person who will find this blog interesting

... and that's okay.

Theme by Day LP.

18th
April

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visual-poetry:

“throne” by meg hitchcock
(via murketing)

In my text drawings I deconstruct the word of God by cutting letters from sacred writings and rearranging them to form a passage from another holy book. I may cut letters from the Bible and reassemble them as a passage from the Koran, or use letters cut from the Torah to recreate an ancient Tantric text. The individual letters are glued to the paper in a continuous line of type, without spaces or punctuation, in order to discourage a literal reading of the text. By bringing together the sacred writings of diverse traditions, I create a visual tapestry of inspired writings, all pointing beyond specifics to the universal need for connection with something greater than oneself. The labor-intensive aspect of my work is a meditation practice as well as a personal form of devotion. My long history in evangelical Christianity formed my core beliefs about God and transcendence, and continues to influence my creative work. I no longer follow a traditional spiritual path, and vehemently eschew all religious leanings. However, I have great respect for an individual’s spiritual beliefs and experiences, and my work is a celebration of that sacred experience.

14th
April

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washingtonpoststyle:

Kittion Rocatovich Felinikov had murdered his landlord only hours before, and for once felt free to leave the apartment building in his finest drag. But as he was exiting, the moon disappeared behind clouds and a haunted presence overtook the foyer. A vision of his landlord appeared. Felinikov froze. He would consent to a lifetime of guilt, he thought, if he could just retain possession of his landlord’s prized fish on wheels. That, to him, was true happiness: To be able to walk about town, with his purse, pulling the fish. To hear the squeak of its wheels. To sense the envy of passersby. That justified any crime, he thought, and was worth any punishment.

12th
February

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visual-poetry:

“the new york times” by marine hugonnier

12th
February

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visual-poetry:

“etc” by josef linschinger

26th
January

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26th
January

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9gag:

Some people get confused

26th
October

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22nd
October

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julienfoulatier:

Design by Marc Quinn.

22nd
October

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