Sculptor Andy Yoder spent two years building this lovely globe from individually-painted matchsticks. His son, reddit user yoderaustin, explains that the frame is a mix of foam, cardboard, and plywood. One by one, Yoder attached the hand-painted matches to this skeleton with wood glue, before lastly—in an effort that one may consider to be of both precaution and irony—dousing the entire form in flame retardant.
Be sure to note Hurricane Sandy collapsing upon the eastern American coast in the final photo above.
The piece will be exhibited by Winkleman Gallery at this year’s PULSE New York Contemporary Art Fair, May 8–11.
I began with physical anthropology. I was taught how to measure the size of the brain of a human being who had been dead a long time, who was all dried out. I bored a hole in his skull, and I filled it with grains of polished rice. Then I emptied the rice into a graduated cylinder. I found this tedious.
I switched to archaeology, and I learned something I already knew: that man had been a maker and smasher of crockery since the dawn of time. And I went to my faculty adviser, and I confessed that science did not charm me, that I longed for poetry instead. I was depressed. I knew my wife and my father would want to kill me, if I went into poetry.
My adviser smiled. “How would you like to study poetry which pretends to be scientific?” he asked me.
“Is such a thing possible?” I said.
He shook my hand. “Welcome to the field of social or cultural anthropology,” he said.
—Kurt Vonnegut, describing his “conversion” to cultural anthropology at the University of Chicago. After all, “it offered the greatest opportunity to write high-minded balderdash.”
As seen in the Address to the National Institute of Arts and Letters, 1971, from his book, Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons (Opinions).