Monday, March 14, 2011
I AM THE MOTHER FUCKING GRAPE VINE
I hope all your intentions were golden, cause mine always were... I hope diamonds break your teeth and only the mermaids hear you scream.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Arizona
I just realized something. Politicians protect the rights of the unborn.... and yet? That fetus might grow up and be gay, a drug dealer, on drugs, an atheist, a poet, an artist, a liberal, a career criminal, addicted to pornography, or a psychopath. And it may be born to an immoral mother, an absent father, or no family at all. So, I believe that the protection given by the government ends at birth.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm too cool.
"You've just left and I can't stop thinking about you. Your face, your voice, your touch, how you listen to me the way no one else does, how it's easier to be with you than not. how when we're together, I never want it to end. It would be easier if I didn't feel this way because there are a million reasons why we won't work. And even though I know that, I really really hope that we will."
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I know people like you.
I find it absolutely hilarious how I believe every word you find to put in place of the truth. I also think the fact that you even feel the need to lie is equally amusing.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Leah Tinari (painter)
Inspiration: Leah Tinari's Artist Statement
I work in acrylic and gouache on both paper and canvas.
Personal photographs taken with a 35mm camera inspire the imagery in each piece. The photographs that interest me most are the ones that someone else would rip up or erase from their digital camera shortly after they are taken. Not knowing what to expect from the film is exciting to me and many times leads to happy accidents like corrupt composition, disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and red eye. I am also intrigued with the space in a photograph. I often eliminate objects and elements to create location-less expanses, allowing the figures to exist in voids and allow for multiple narratives.
The content and formal elements in my paintings combine to offer an always personal, occasionally caricature-like narrative, addressing and encompassing both the awkwardness and the complexity of the human condition. Although the work is a documentation of my personal experiences, I hope that the images will evoke familiar feelings or create a sense of voyeurism - as if the viewer is peeking into a still from someone else’s life that is utterly foreign to them. My paintings are snippets of time that capture moments and function as a visual diary to create my social realism, a documentation of 30-something contemporary lifestyle and behavior.
My work is a celebration of life. I strive to make paintings of my life, the people and the world around me. I want to create a wonderful and vital dialog between people and art, and between art and life.
Personal photographs taken with a 35mm camera inspire the imagery in each piece. The photographs that interest me most are the ones that someone else would rip up or erase from their digital camera shortly after they are taken. Not knowing what to expect from the film is exciting to me and many times leads to happy accidents like corrupt composition, disheveled hair, flushed cheeks and red eye. I am also intrigued with the space in a photograph. I often eliminate objects and elements to create location-less expanses, allowing the figures to exist in voids and allow for multiple narratives.
The content and formal elements in my paintings combine to offer an always personal, occasionally caricature-like narrative, addressing and encompassing both the awkwardness and the complexity of the human condition. Although the work is a documentation of my personal experiences, I hope that the images will evoke familiar feelings or create a sense of voyeurism - as if the viewer is peeking into a still from someone else’s life that is utterly foreign to them. My paintings are snippets of time that capture moments and function as a visual diary to create my social realism, a documentation of 30-something contemporary lifestyle and behavior.
My work is a celebration of life. I strive to make paintings of my life, the people and the world around me. I want to create a wonderful and vital dialog between people and art, and between art and life.
Rosson Crow (painter)
I chose Rossen Crow becasue of her explosive color themes and theatrical style. Her works of art are on a monumental scale and her detail work is minmal but eye catching.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Modern Japanese Art (Anime)
While the earliest known Japanese animation dates to 1917, and many original Japanese cartoons were produced in the ensuing decades, the characteristic anime style developed in the 1960s—notably with the work of Osamu Tezuka—and became known outside Japan in the 1980s.Anime, like , has a large audience in Japan and recognition throughout the world. Distributors can release anime via television broadcasts, directly to video, or theatrically, as well as online.
MY ART:
Japanese Art
Japanese art is mostly about simplicity and nature. Japanese art covers a wide range of art styles and media, including ancient pottery, sculpture in wood and bronze, ink painting on silk and paper and more recently manga, cartoon, along with a myriad of other types of works of art. Over time the Japanese developed the ability to absorb, imitate, and finally assimilate those elements of foreign culture that complemented their aesthetic preferences. The earliest complex art in Japan was produced in the 7th and 8th centuries AD in connection with Buddhism.
MY ART:
you could see necklaces hanging from branches of trees
Xenia, Ohio. Xenia, Ohio. A few years ago, a tornado hit this place. It killed the people, left and right. Dogs died. Cats died. Houses were split open, and you could see necklaces hanging from branches of trees. People's legs and neck bones were sticking out. Oliver found a leg on his roof. A lot of people's fathers died, and were killed by the great tornado. I saw a girl fly through the sky, and I looked up her skirt. Her skull was smashed. And some kids died. My neighbor was killed in that house. He used to ride bikes and three-wheelers. They never found his head. I always thought that was funny. People died in Xenia. Before dad died, he had a bad case of the diabetes.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
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