#mosaic

Progress in the work. It took a lot of time to make the tail, paws and mane. The plans for today are to fill a horse with slices, make a dog, and glue all the slices to the OSB board. All that will remain

This is perhaps the most difficult part of creating a wood slice mosaic: assembling some very fine image elements from the cut pieces. I spent a bit of time on this, but I like the result.

Before closing the day. Yesterday I started a new panel made of wood slices. I started stacking the slices. This time I'm doing it alone. Yes, this is a repetition of a painting that has already been done,

New wood slice mosaic that we created. Horse and dog in the mountains under the sun. Materials: OSB board, two boards, wooden slices from birch, Vikol glue, wood flour and sawdust, self-tapping screws.

Participated in the creation of such an "educational" Wood Slice Mosaic. Here we learned how to create such panels from "wooden circles".

**The grain and mosaic gains ** Ever heard someone say, "I’m giving you a grain as seed or as food?" A single grain does not make sense to the ears or the eyes itself. A bag of grains excites

I used to hate the cracks in me. Every mistake felt like a broken tile. Every "no" from life chipped off another piece. I spent years trying to hide the gaps, painting over them like they never

Human existence can be thought of as a mosaic: a set of diverse pieces that, when put together, reveal a unique and meaningful image. Each fragment—small or large, luminous or opaque—contributes its shape

Particularmente soy de las que prefiere movilizarse en tren por ser un medio más expedito y también más económico, pero evidentemente no siempre se puede llegar a ciertos sitios usando solo el tranvía,

Monochromatic monitors painted the walls. Illuminated in a bizzare grey light, his elderly pores held the red tinge of inflammation from a dull razor. Strapped into the chair in the centre of the room,

Home was an apartment. It was up three flights of unforgiving, weathered stairs – if the lift was broken. His had a single bedroom. Cold in the winter. Hot in the summer. Dark at night, somehow, still

Billboards ran through sequences of marketing that was vapid and uninspiring, for products nobody needed. They illuminated the halls of the train station with their rainbow light, as he scurried along

He sat in the café. He looked at his laptop bag, and back to the cooling cup of coffee. Steam quietly drifted upward in the cold winter day. His job interview had gone well, he thought. It didn’t feel

The building was a long-forgotten memory, clinging to an otherwise quiet, modern street filled with structures of steel, glass, concrete and ambition. A single block from the bustling central boulevard,

I see the moustache he wore on the faces of strangers. They're different skulls, different faces, but the features are a memory summoned by adjacent genetics. Ultimately, there are only so many combinations

"You're late again," said the man in the corporate costume. Woven from the same fabric as an ordinary suit, its purpose as a costume was confirmed by the text sewn into a repeating pattern. facade

"Some events occur without us noticing, so that is why we measure as much as we can." A teacher's voice emantated into the cheaply constructed classroom. He had an old, kind face. Grey hair was

An electrical motor whirred through the stillness of the black night.The automatic lanterns only illuminated the when there was biological material detected.. Were it not for the steady whir and whine

He looked over her shoulder while she sat the computer. The webcam watched her silently, it was turned off, but you could never be quite so sure. Whether it was on or off, it saw her furrow her brows as