Busts by Chinese artist Li Hongbo. Although his classical statues look as if they’re made from marble, they’re actually carved from thousands of sheets of paper that was glued together. So, if you pick them up, the busts will stretch and twist like a slinky! - http://joannagoddard.blogspot.ca/
Some people need to leave home to find home.
Cyberspace intercourse vitiates genuine escapism. Abandon your mobile phone, laptop, iPod, and all such links to family, friends, and work colleagues. Concentrate on where you are and derive your entertainment from immediate stimuli, the tangible world around you. Increasingly, in hostels and guesthouses one sees “independent” travelers eagerly settling down in front of computers instead of conversing with fellow travelers. they seem only partially “abroad”, unable to cut their links with home. evidently the nanny state - and the concomitant trend among parents to overprotect offspring - has alarmingly diminished the younger generation’s self-reliance. And who is to blame for this entrapment in cyberspace? The fussy folk back at base, awaiting the daily (or twice daily) e-mail of reassurance.
Qualifications for a traveler: if you have health, a great craving for adventure, at least a moderate fortune, and can set your heart on a definite object, which old travelers do not think impracticable, then - travel by all means. If, in addition to these qualifications, you have scientific taste and knowledge, I believe that no career, in time of peace, can offer to you more advantages than that of a traveler. If you have not independent means, you may still turn travelling to excellent account; for experience show it often leads to promotion, nay, some men support themselves by travel. They explore pasture land in Australia, they hunt for ivory in Africa, they collect specimens of natural history for sale, or they wander as artists.
"At the centre of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want." - Lao Tzu
The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes. The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could not be found, and those who are impossible to find, just as the picture-lover lives in an enchanted world of dreams painted on canvas.
- Charles Baudelaire, The Painter of Modern Life (1863)