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Tim Noble and Sue Webster are a dynamic duo based out of the UK. Using everyday things including rubbish, they've taken the idea of assemblages to...
Illustrations by tjsiu
SCOPE Miami 2017 BOOTH C15 December 5th – December 10th“Princess of None” is a series of new oil paintings by Israeli-born artist Kukula that portray her stylized females as the women of strength and power that they are, answering to no one but themselves. “Princess of None” is a play on both historical & modern day positions of gender as male dominated aesthetics of the past are usurped and embraced by Kukula’s women and remixed into feminizing and unique exhibitions of their own creative exp
This collection is comprised of the best crochet books! There is something for everyone from beginner to seasoned crocheters and in between!
May Xiong is a young photography who graduated from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, CA and now resides in Seattle, Washington. Heavily inspired by light, music scores, and with much attention to detail, she creates photographs that encapsulates unusual beauty; bringing forth her subjects delicately and intimately with the surrounding environment that
Los Angeles, CA based photographer Brooke Shaden created amazing work with her imagination as well as her camera and Photoshop. Using painterly
11x16 on panel, for Society of Illustrators "Earth" exhibition
I have been drawing since I was a kid. I studied at Escola Massana in Barcelona and when I was 16, I started working as an apprentice in a Scenography Workshop called Castells Planas where I learnt from Josep and Jordi Castells to love scenography and the backdrop’s crafts. I have collaborated in painting large format backdrops for European […]
YourDailyPhotograph présente les photographies de Brooke Shaden. Brooke Shaden est née à Lancaster, en Pennsylvanie. Elle est une photographe d'art
Japanese ceramic artist Mariko Wada was born in Osaka, but has lived in Denmark since 1998. She is widely recognised and applauded on the international arts scene and recent works have explored the...
Everyone was silent after the boom. The crowd looked around for someone to investigate. Fortunately they were spared the effort, for the door burst open, and a man from the village tore across the room, spouting Hindi and grabbing an army officer by the collar. Another man rose from a nearby table and calmed the now agitated officer. “He is crying for help. He says a great foot crashed to the ground.” The man was still talking rapidly. “He says the leg reached into the clouds.” I did not wake up healthy. Blythe shook me as Wesley was coming in the door. The generosity of the Horned Hand has morning consequences. We had breakfast at Wesley’s house. I said very little. It was good though. Wesley drove us back to the Hand, and we loaded out. Blythe drove while I tried to sleep. We retraced our path across the mountains to Portland. The journey took us deep into the afternoon. When we arrived in Portland, we didn’t have too much time to burn. We found the venue locked up tight, so we walked the neighborhood for a while. When they cracked the doors, we sat down and had some awesome Thai food. We brought in our stuff, met Renee Muzquiz, our host for the evening, and the Strangled Darlings, our bill mates. Renee Muzquiz started with a set of tricky singer-songwriter stuff with complex chords. We stepped up next and started into an acoustic set. Though we sound checked, the venue kept telling us we were too loud. The truth is, our music has a very dense texture, so it always seems louder than it is. Anyway, after a few adjustments, we just unplugged and stood in the middle of the room. The Strangled Darlings stepped up next and played a set of roots laced R&B stuff. With and electric cello and a mandolin, they created a sparse and elegant rhythmic pulse. It was a cool set. It was like David Holmes done by a roots duo. After that, Renee Muzquiz closed out with another set. These tunes were particularly tricky with bossa rhythms and jazzy chords and lots of energy, not to mention great singing. The Strangled Darlings offered us a spot for the night. We toasted a nightcap with some cider we got in Chelan, and passed out fast and hard. After the man’s frantic rant, the room erupted into conversation. Aldo just smiled quietly. “They’re coming.” He said to me.
I remember few books from my childhood as warmly as The Mysteries of Harris Burdick, Chris Van Allsburg's 1984 picture book. Van Allsburg—the same artist behind Jumanji (before it was a shitty movie) and The Polar Express (before it was a terrifying movie)—hit upon a pretty great concept with Burdick: It was a collection of surreal, gorgeous drawings, each one paired with little more than a short, tantalizing description. (The ominous words accompanying the image...
