A study in brand minimalism
Jesus, I find the minimalized ones SO relaxing.
I looove all of the second to last ones. Still a touch of style and unique “branding,” but still very minimalist.
Alyssa Monks is one of the formost emerging contemporary artists in America today. Her paintings are often presented as faces behind sheets of water, whether it be steamy shower door, or within a pool of tranquility.
Van Gogh - (make-up by me.)
No photoshop or other editing involved. It is make-up on my face, and acrylic paint on my clothes.
never seen awful statues?? I think u are forgetting all of Michelangelo’s attempts at sculpting women, the big queer
Damn, how could I forget?
Dented oranges are my favorite type of breast
Michel-I’ve never seen a naked woman-angelo
My favorite part of this the the little face next to the boob, thats like, “HOLY SHIT ITS COMING FOR ME”
"Started in ‘99, this is my life work. I individually cut single sheets of paper by free-hand and stack them together. The work consists of positive or negative shapes. I am trying to embody relationships among humans, time and nature."
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
Warm up sketches because I haven’t drawn in a month and feel rusty.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
July 14, 1862: Gustav Klimt is born.
I can paint and draw. I believe this myself and a few other people say that they believe this too. But I’m not certain of whether it’s true.
Ed Vebell illustration to “Loneliness Is Dangerous” by Harry Coren. Cutline: “Alone in the midst of millions, the girl, who longed to talk to someone, stood on her fire escape as the voices of others, enjoying the companionship denied her, drifted up through the night.” Sunday Mirror Magazine, August 14, 1955.