Artist Shintaro Ohata Seamlessly Blends Sculpture and Canvas to Create 3D Paintings
When first viewing the artwork of Shintaro Ohata up close it appears the scenes are made from simple oil paints, but take a step back and you’re in for a surprise. Each piece is actually a hybrid of painted canvas and sculpture that blend almost flawlessly in color and texture to create a single image. The cinematic figures are sculpted from polystyrene while the backgrounds are made from traditional painting techniques.
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the avalanche - sufjan stevens
across ages.
(or, a good third of art is nostalgia about aging:
new year’s resolutions.)
twenty-two was figuring.
twenty-two was bare toes pelting down beaches and high-heels dancing on stages
and tears in the kitchen, not for the last time, but farther and farther apart.
twenty-two was megaphones and confetti, for money now!
and marching to the beat of a drum we built for love and, luckily, pay.
twenty-two was jazz clubs and front-yard talks about mothers and distance,
and ill-timed confessions in the august heat.
twenty-two was college and then not college,
job and then not-job.
twenty-two was moving, and staying, and sudden uprooting
and moving and moving
and meeting
and loving
and leaving,
when it was time.
twenty-two was almost a dress of white lace.
(twenty-two was never supposed to be a dress of white lace; but rather, a gentle and wonderful lesson.)
twenty-two was rehab if rehab were two shoes and a grocery store or three,
going to the theatre alone and going shopping solo albeit way too much
and smiling about both in earnest.
twenty-two was a blessing. twenty-two was a break.
twenty-three is a real job, and the beginnings of what they call ‘financial responsibility.‘
twenty-three is investing time in siblings, letting people be people,
twenty-three is staying. for a time.
and paying for college. (read: trying to start paying for college.)
twenty-three might be more college, again. but twenty-three is also doing it smarter, this time around. and with purpose.
twenty-three is spending weekends with parents because you want to,
letting them send you home with eggs because you need to,
but paying your own phone bill because it’s time to.
twenty-three is making less excuses.
twenty-three is caring about sunscreen and lung health
and keeping a finger on the fence-latch that gives entry to Heart and Time;
not a closed fist, mind you, just a finger -
but a wiser little finger than twenty-two had.
twenty-three can still be dancing on stages, though.
and beers at seven on a wednesday,
and still taking your scheduled run afterwards, even in the rain.
twenty-three is the right friends, at the right times, in the right way.
twenty-three is not responding to inflammatory statements -
twenty-three is no age for passive aggression. twenty-three is better than that.
twenty-three is knowing the value of sleep,
and thus the value of intentionally sacrificing it.
twenty-three can sound a lot like thirty,
but the beauty of twenty-three is that it actually is nothing like thirty
because seven years is a longer time than it sounds
and we’re a lot more like six-month-olds in growth-rate than we tend to think.
twenty-three is thinking about twenty-four more often than you thought about twenty-three when you were twenty-two.
but only when necessary, because whatever twenty-three is, it’s not fixating.
twenty-three will have missteps, twenty-three will hold mistakes.
twenty-three will probably even borrow some of them from the pages of twenty-two.
but twenty-three will recognize them faster, handle them better, and make sturdier repairs so that twenty-four only sees them from across the room at bars once in a while.
twenty-three is a little uphill, but the good kind that makes your calves burn and reminds you that hamstrings are strong and adductors exist, allowing for change in direction.
twenty-three will still be getting used to changes in direction.
twenty-two just sort of happened.
twenty-three will be chosen.
let’s see about twenty-three.
the tallest man, the broadest shoulders - sufjan stevens
McScooterson: ofloveandnannying: Gender stereotypes really bother me and when people... ↘
Gender stereotypes really bother me and when people try to push them on children it irks me so much. I’m a girl (the youngest of three) and growing up I loved playing with cars, tonka trucks, making mudpies, getting dirty, climbing trees and I’m pretty sure in every…
“Oh my god this guy is sooo annoying,” said the girl as she replied to said guy.
-Sketch
I see people do this all the time & it fundamentally bothers me to my very core.
a-fucking-men.
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve listened to people complain about how terrible the person they’re talking to is,
and how each and every time they scoff and start stumbling all over themselves whenever i’m like ‘dude, then stop talking to them.’
if your friends are horrible, get new friends.
if the guy/girl you’re involved with is a jerk or a stage-five clinger or emotionally unavailable or or or or or…
drop ‘em.
why are we all under this giant misconception that we have some social obligation to continue interacting with people who either are miserable or make us miserable or both, because that’s what being polite means?
it’s not. that’s called being a spineless doormat who inevitably winds up becoming passive-aggressive and resentful.
handle your shit, people.
how do i know all this?
i used to do it.
i love these.
and i want a stairway that leads to water!
Out of Print Tee Shirts are awesome - not only can you wear the cover of classic novels, but each shirt purchased provides a book to a community in need, and supports literacy programs in the US.
i want all of these.
I never know what to say when someone assumes I’m Colin and Brooke’s mom.
I should probably correct them but usually it’s easier to just let them keep assuming.
Until one of them calls me Sarah instead of mom.
seamus and zoe can’t talk yet, so the awkwardness always rests on me to deal with.
i never know whether to be flattered because i’m so good they assume i’m mommy
or insulted that people think it’s possible i’ve got a six month old and an eighteen month old at 22.
