Van Gogh in Arles looks a lot like Marks newest creation.

Nice, eh? Hope you don't mind, Mark.

Lipocalin 1 (tear prealbumin)

This stuff is sweeter than honey

New kitchen floor

nice, notice the eyes

Done by:

orudorumagi11

Iraqi art, don't expect to understand it unless you read arabic.

Nice ART!

A Fictitious Argument Emerges Between Coriolis & Beaufort from c71123 on Vimeo.Click here for
JK Keller

Jen Stark

link!

Shoe tree

Go here

How 'bout that?

Really nice big version

funny

no bolts, nails, or screws. Just clamps and wires.

From Rivets

What the hell is wrong with Ernst Barlach

For the past 25 years it has been my opinion that Ernst Barlach was not only the finest sculptor of the 20th century but possibly one of the finest artists (of any media) of the 20th century.
I mean C'mon, have you seen this guy in action?
Of course there is the obligatory pathetically inadequate Wikipedia page that tells the story of his troubled youth, his fights with Hitler's Nazi's..blah, blah, blah....


"In addition to his sculpture, (insert German artist's name here) also wrote eight Expressionist dramas, two novels and an autobiography (insert German artist's book title here) 1928, and had a distinguished oeuvre of woodcuts and lithographs from about 1910 onwards, including illustrations for his own plays."

Yeah, I exaggerate , but the point is that to really understand Barlach and love him, you have to be able to see his work, for cryin' out loud!

Check this out: Did you see even ONE picture of an Ernst Barlach sculpture on this, the second result from a search for "Ernst Barlach"?

Or this, the third?

What the hell? It has seemed that since the second world war, it has been sufficient to simply TALK about Ernst Barlach!

Now,

Käthe Kollwitz! well, La De Da! She' got her own goddamn museum!

"Kathe Kollwitz's imagery is marked by poverty stricken, sickly women who are barely able to care for or nourish their children. Kollwitz's art resounds with compassion as she makes appeals on behalf of the working poor, the suffering and the sick. Her work serves as an indictment of the social conditions in Germany during the late 19th and early 20th century."

Yeah, yeah. Got images? You bet we do!

The only place online where you can experiance more Ernst than Kathe is when looking for books to buy. Of course you can't enjoy more than the cover of those books and they're written in German most of the time.

What happened to make America so jaundiced in it's view of early 20th century art that all we can do now is drone on and on about Picasso, Rodin, and (cough) Calder?

Damn good thing Kathe Kollwitz was an awesome artist, because if she hadn't've been she would be lumped ito the same catagory as .......Dare I say it....Frieda Kahlo.

Christ almighty, no one knows who Barlach is yet Frieda fucking Kahlo get's a movie?
Frieda Kahlo couldn't draw. There, I said it. Frieda Kahlo couldn't draw or paint her way out of a wet paper bag! She did have the good sense to marry well, though.

Meet William Draper:

I can't quite put my finger on it, but his portraits are pretty cool. His wider shots( so to speak) are drek. I mean drek in the nicest kind of way.

How could a guy capable of capturing nuance like this:


















and this:














And this:














....be the author of this?














Interesting guy, read up!
and,
and.

Western Spaghetti by PES

Interview with Dali

Nice Etsy shop

Here

Giant rubber snake could be the future of wave power

From Delancy Place. Truly one daily thing in your inbox that IS worth it.

"Some words for hangover, like ours, refer prosaically to the cause: the Egyptians say they are 'still drunk,' the Japanese 'two days drunk,' the Chinese 'drunk overnight.' The Swedes get 'smacked from behind.' But it is in languages that describe the effects rather than the cause that we begin to see real poetic power. Salvadorans wake up 'made of rubber,' the French with a 'wooden mouth' or a 'hair ache.' The Germans and the Dutch say they have a 'tomcat,' presumably wailing. The Poles, reportedly, experience a 'howling of kittens.' My favorites are the Danes, who get 'carpenters in the forehead.'

Joan Acocella, "A Few Too Many," The New Yorker, May 26, 2008, pp. 32-33.


Delancy Place, ask for it by name!

375 E. Wacker

Holy crap, this is bad.

The Jazz Messengers - A Night in Tunisia

Crappy sound, but, Yeeehaaa!