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ndf, i think making the "other design" forum "art and design" is not a bad idea, actually.
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Same subject on a less audacious note - the composition is much weaker, but the colors are beautiful :
I can see a hat, I can see a cat,
I can see a man with a baseball bat.Comment
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A few from René François Ghislain Magritte that I like
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And Victor Safonkin:
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How eerie.Comment
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^me too.
...I mean the ephemeral, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art whose other half is the eternal and the immutable.Comment
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More by the same artist (Beksinski)
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amazing stuff posted recently.
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Apropos the elder Klossowski and possibly the younger brother as well.
C'est dans le regard profanateur du corps féminin que consistait la violence primitive dont ce n'est ici que le simulacre. En soi, le simulacre est le fruit du travail ; il n'en reste pas moins violence simulée du contemplateur. Le simulacre est à la fois en deçà et au-delà de la violence, tout entière dans le regard. Mais c'est par le regard que le simulacre de la mise à nu s'approprie le corps de la femme imaginaire et que la femme imaginairement réelle, expropriée de son corps, se reconstitue imaginativement en tant que nudité sous le regard du contemplateur.
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i love morandi, and the restaurant too..
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There's no Blake here ?
My favourite portrait of WB "The death mask of William Blake" by Bacon:
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Chris Burden has been blowing me away lately. Wasn't really that into him but UBU has a couple great videos.Comment
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the morandi is lovely
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I do not know what art means but I know what it is.
Edward Hopper is in Paris between 1906 and 1910 and he is lonely
because he is always lonely and he will always be lonely.
He is the figurative painter, an idea then slipping from fashion,
but his paintings capture desolation so complete it will take decades,
until the summer of 1945, to replicate what he sees in his mind.
The young woman has dark hair and sits on the floor
with the white sheet under her, one half pulled from the bed.
Her chemise is awry, black hair blooms between her legs, and one
foot basks in a shaft of yellow light penetrating her lonely chamber.
Her lover has left, or more likely has never come.
She is warm and the world is cold and so slowly, every so slowly,
she will become chilled and become one with the world.
--Charles Bowden...I mean the ephemeral, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art whose other half is the eternal and the immutable.Comment
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