Category: art

cosmos-kitty:

Doodling some cosmic candyfloss *:・゚✧

offishwhite:

daily data doodle

princehamlette:

My life consists of photoshopping Spock and/or Leonard Nimoy into various albeit fabulous situations.

Base picture from ‘Is There in Truth, No Beauty?’  because those specs are just too cool.

I also have a 1920×1200 HD wallpaper if anyone wants it.

olivrsm:

captaincrusher:

I just got back from Open Art in Örebro, so I’m gonna be an art hoe on main again.

Open Art is a biennale that this year consists of 60 artists. They get to place their art all over town and everyone can go around and check it out during the entire summer.

Some of my favs:

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OUT/Judy and Dorothy (The song from somewhere), by Elsa Tomkowiak.

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Layers, a fountain made from egg cartons cast in aluminum. The artist worked in a restaurant where the stacking of egg cartons marked the passing of time.

By Tuuli Saarekas

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Reclaim Saivo. Anders Sunna is a Sami artist that directs a catapult at the castle – making it a symbolic center of power and oppression of the Sami people.

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Sweaty tummy club – lots of different body shapes inspired by the artist’s visits to bathhouse saunas.

By Erika Stöckel

This is just a fraction of the pieces of course. All together I’ve walked around probably 5 hours and I still haven’t seen it all.

Another one I liked was Flatlands by Jani Ruscica.

The artist has constructed instruments described in comics or movies.

They are imagination becoming reality. It made me think a lot about how based on context our understanding of items and their function is.

I didn’t get pictures of these so here’s some from another exhibition with the same items.

I just got back from Open Art in Örebro, so I’m gonna be an art hoe on main again.

Open Art is a biennale that this year consists of 60 artists. They get to place their art all over town and everyone can go around and check it out during the entire summer.

Some of my favs:

OUT/Judy and Dorothy (The song from somewhere), by Elsa Tomkowiak.

Layers, a fountain made from egg cartons cast in aluminum. The artist worked in a restaurant where the stacking of egg cartons marked the passing of time.

By Tuuli Saarekas

Reclaim Saivo. Anders Sunna is a Sami artist that directs a catapult at the castle – making it a symbolic center of power and oppression of the Sami people.

Sweaty tummy club – lots of different body shapes inspired by the artists visits to bathhouse saunas.

By Erika Stöckel

This is just a fraction of the pieces of course. All together I’ve walked around probably 5 hours and I still haven’t seen it all.

comfy-edges:

Inspired by:

Just a little something because I’m obsessing over Star Trek again 😒

dogpawsswapgod
replied to your post “Not to be an art hoe on main but I just had a guided tour about Hilma…”

A friend of mine brought her up to me the other day. This is quite to coincidence. Guess I’ll have to check her out

The Guggenheim in New York just recently (April 23) finished a long af Klint exhibition. So there’s a lot of Hilma buzz right now.

That is probably why Moderna, the museum I was at in Stockholm, had an af Klint tour too. Unfortunately they don’t actually have a lot of her work hanging at the moment, but I’m keeping my eye out. Moderna has a deal with the af Klint foundation, that owns all of her work, to always exhibit at least some of her pieces.

Because of the Guggenheim exhibition there’s lots of reviews and articles written on that. So I recommend a search and you’ll find many interesting texts on af Klint’s work and her place in history.

Not to be an art hoe on main but I just had a guided tour about Hilma af Klint yesterday and I just can’t stop thinking about her and her paintings.

I have never been into abstract art but this… I’m ready.

There’s something so… alive with her work. Her paintings have a lot of presence. I feel a connection.

to-boldly-glow:

James T. Kirk as “La liberté Guidant Le Peuple,” by Eugène Delacroix

Dr. McCoy as “The Scream,” by Edvard Munch

Spock as “Apollo and The Muses,” by Simon Vouet