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Oi, meninas!
Tava há muito tempo pra fazer essa nail art, mas dessa vez fiz diferente...
Geralmente uso como fundo o Citrino Nude (Risque) e o Vision (um marrom bizarrinho encontrado num balaio... da Risque) para fazer as manchinhas.
E acho que o pulo do gato esta em usar tinta acrílica (substituindo o esmalte preto) para contornar as manchinhas... A tinta não seca tão rápido e é bem mais fácil de trabalhar do que o esmalte. Sem contar que permite fazer pontinhos bem pequenininhos, coisa que não rola com esmalte, e assim a definição fica bem melhor.
Então, aí está a minha versão colorida das oncinhas.
E, sem carimbo!!
Espero que gostem!
Beijinhos e bom ano novo!
(BEWARE: You can drown in a glass full of tears)
My friend made a beautiful Sailor Jerry tatto which inspired me a lot. So this is kind of a tribute for him and his work and a gift for her.
(Tumblr link: asaphluccas.tumblr.com/post/21151982463/you-can-drown-in-...)
Mounting some of my art to list it in my lovely new Etsy shop: www.etsy.com/shop/FrancescaWhetnall
I used Big Huge Labs Mat widget for the mounts - bighugelabs.com/mat.php
Original painting for JKPP - www.flickr.com/photos/franny_b/5390697749/
responding to a request for some old doodles has been a real trip back in time.this one is done in coloured pencil's and is called it a man blending in with his enviroment!-really can't remember where i was coming from.done 10 or so years ago.
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Original design for a 'pin-up girl on a plane', inspired by the vintage imagery of the 1940s military aircraft.
Goldwork embroidery technique over silver passing thread.
www.charlottebailey24.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/briefing-tim...
I have alot of photographs of Eddie Argos jumping and yelling and hair everywhere but this one has a certain sense to it that those don't have. Like a sensitive Aladdin Sane superhero that has been caught in the spotlight just for a moment.
Well, that's what I thought of anyhow.
More photos and a review:
www.bigtakeover.com/concerts/art-brut-the-double-door-chi...
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خوشا صحبت دوستی که در کنارش
نه مجبوری که انديشه های خود را بسنجی
و نه گفته ها را در ترازو نهی
بلکه،بی خيال،هر چه می انديشی بر زبان آوری
...و کاه و گندم را در کف او می نهی
...و بی گمان دانی که او
آرام کاه و گندم را غربال خواهد کرد
دانه شايسته را به کار خواهد گرفت
و کاه را با نفَسِ مهربانی به باد خواهد سپرد
In Man Menacing Woman, Wheeler (American, 1912 - 1992) appropriated Native American motifs, particularly those found in the Northwest coast art of the Kwakiutl, Tlingit, Haida and other Native American peoples in Oregon, Washington and British Columbia. Perhaps most familiar in totem pole carvings, the distinctive look of Northwest coast art is marked by the stylisation, splitting, and patterning of forms to cover an entire surface. Northwest coast carvings often depict mythical animals or figures in a hard-edged, linear manner. With its pictographic forms of varying sizes, vivid colour, and densely patterned composition, Man Menacing Woman adapts these visual conventions to twentieth-century abstract painting.
[Oil on canvas, 76.2 x 63.5 cm]
gandalfsgalleymodern.blogspot.com/2011/12/steve-wheeler-m...
I keep poses I like and make these, I dont use good clear sharp photos fot this. This happens a lot in the winter.
A lot has been going on at my house lately. We had to finally put my older Cat Sadie to sleep, (she had cancer) that was a sad day.
And someone hacked into my yahoo e-mail and sent out spams with a virus attached using my name as a sender.
So, if any of you got a email supposedly from me, it wasnt from me, dont click on it, just delete it. I changed my password, so maybe that will stop that.
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
Charles Bukowski