cross-connect:

The Surreal Magic Realism of James Guppy

Throughout my career I have been asking myself whether this heritage has any relevance now. Since the development of photography, the role of figurative painting in portraiture and as social chronicle has all but died and the craft of illusionary painting has become largely relegated to the backwaters of romantic nostalgia and reactionary historicism. Painting in general will clearly continue; but have the figurative traditions of illusionism been technologically outflanked by photography, film and computer generated imagery? Frankly, I don’t know and I sometimes wonder at the quixotic nature of my need to find a contemporary relevance for these pre-modernist styles of depiction. This site shows where I have gone in my search so far.
My paintings are all in acrylic. I love oils but the facility I gained as a mural artist working with fast drying paints means I can get the same effects as oils quicker, without worrying about the more complex chemistry of oils. I also get a sort of perverse pleasure creating paintings that can look like they were painted in one medium when in fact they were painted in another.

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pleatedjeans:

jim benton

vicvondoombwhahaha:

You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp

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buzzfeed:

buzzfeedbooks:

22 Literary Pun Names For Your Dog

Yes. Good.

13,780 plays Sober Childish Gambino S T N M T N / KAUAI

thatkidjaypee:

YES!

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ageofdestruction:

precinct: Sundiving comet and solar corona, photographed by SOHO, 20th December 2010.

24 frames, inverted, over 15 hours. The comet is destroyed as it dives into the Sun’s corona. Increased density of stars at bottom left is the edge of the plane of the Milky Way, which the Sun passes through in late December.

Image credit: NASA/SOHO. Animation: AgeOfDestruction.

The humor and pathos of “Louie” come not only from the occasional funny feelings that he has about his privileges — which include walking through the city in relative safety and the expectation of sleeping with women who are much better looking than he is — but also, more profoundly, from his knowledge that the conceptual and imaginative foundations of those privileges have crumbled beneath him. He is the center of attention, but he’s not entirely comfortable with that. He suspects that there might be other, more interesting stories around him, funnier jokes, more dramatic identity crises, and he knows that he can’t claim them as his own. He is above all aware of a force in his life, in his world, that by turns bedevils him and gives him hope, even though it isn’t really about him at all. It’s called feminism.

clintcatalyst:

Aqueous Fluoreau 8 : Mark Mawson

bloodpactgirlscout:

icantspellbuterfly:

bloodpactgirlscout:

so the saddest shortest story is attributed to hemingway:

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

and this came to me at breakfast and i thought it was hilarious. 

pls don’t ruin hemingway for me.

no i will continue to do that


disgustinghuman:

sterlingsea:

glittertomb:

Patricia Grullon

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bravedad:

i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with

robertdafoto:

Diva

necessary:

he needs those parts for his space ship

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beaniesister:

OMG

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