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Crosses of Quetalco graveyard in the Chilean island Chiloé.
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Skinner is more than just an artist who paints psychodellic images of metal band mayhem, he is an event, a personality, a one-stop-shop of the super rad. It is within this personality that we begin to understand Skinner's work, and the detail, time, and focus he puts into everything he produces. We sat down with the artist to talk about his new show at The Shooting Gallery entitled "The Fragile Art of Existence" which explores a new place in the Skinner's body of work.
Read the full interview on Warholian here: www.warholian.com/2011/08/11/skinner-fragile-existence/
Studio photos by Hal Rotter
Opening Night Photos by Michael Cuffe
Remember when someone remarked that there is nowhere in the world it is always Autumn? There is always Winter. There is always Summer. But there is never always Autumn. The earth cannot always be dying. While the deserts exsist, even deserts in our lives, they like Autumn, cannot last forever. At some point in our journey we find an oasis, a solace of sorts, and it is there we find rest, we find hope, we find life again. I started my New Year with a walk at one of my favorite nature reserves. It was a brutally chilled day and I left the house armed with my camera, but not my winter coat. Winter coats can be so cumbersome and fashionless. I walked arm in arm with my Mum. We weren't very talkative, but if there is one thing she is adamant about in the Indiana woods, it is to understand and not disturb the world you are observing (be seen, not heard). We waited to see creatures, but I'm sure they looked on thinking we were a bit mad to be embarking on this cold day into their world. Nonetheless we did see a woodpecker, a cardinal, and a bluejay. The quiet greeting our conversation was, I can only assume on my own part, brought on by the entrance of another year. A new 'anything' brings much reflection, good and bad, and not too little of the soul-searching we can all find ourselves in from time to time. Will you join me for all this year may have? Will we feast, will we fight, will find a freedom we cannot not fathom its beginning nor its end? I want to be a spring for Hope. I want the weakness of my mind to not Hinder my ability to move forward in baby steps or in leaps. I want to continue to Heal. Let's exsist this year.
Someone wrote "Respect Existence or Expect Resistance" in chalk on this San Francisco, California sidewalk.
Happy Creamsicle Day! August 14th ~ I had never heard of Creamsicle Day before but was looking for a special day in August since there are no holidays - the only other two that I found were Watermelon Day and V-J (Victory over Japan) Day. And I had no idea how hard it would be to actually find creamsicles, so I'm glad that I started looking early. I went to the four big grocery stores that we have in the area and could only find sugar free, but not in every store, so I went to the website and checked the store finder and found one Super Target in Charlotte listed. I was so happy because I actually got the last two boxes in existence!!! Romeo ~ 9 months old ~ 8/11/07
In digital media I followed a line of enquiry about the evidence of existence and personal memorials. Although it’s commonplace to mourn and remember people through funerals and memorials, more personal and smaller tokens of remembrance are often more sentimental. My mother wears her mother’s and grandmother’s wedding rings around her neck on a chain, so that they are always close to her. Additionally, although she discarded my grandmother’s clothing and a lot of her possessions a long time ago, she still keeps her glasses in the cabinet that she left them in 12 years ago. We have recently inherited my great-great-grandmother’s box containing letters and documents dating back to the 1800s. Among them are letters and photographs from my great-great uncles who fought and died in the First World War. Together, they brought alive the personalities and characters of people I have heard mentioned in family conversations. Because the characters are so realistic, I wanted to capture their lives through a series of images and text. Originally I planned to transfer these images and text onto a series of men’s clothing, including some army uniform accessories. I then developed this idea into a series of handkerchiefs, because they are personal items and would have been carried by soldiers on battlegrounds.
Ever wonder about the use of playing videogames?
This is a still of an animation, see the whole animation
«Europe: towards a common future. North - South: prerequisites
for a mutually beneficial co-existence»
Leffe Beer, Gauloise Cigarettes, Montmartre Cafe, Speaking french with an incredibly sexy frenchman from Martinique mere moments after seeing Zap Mama in concert at Elysee Montmartre in Pigalle, a block away from the Moulin Rouge(which has a ginormous coke sign and quick burger restaurant next to it, tres pas romantique..)
1954 Jaguar XK120 - One of only 195 original RHD – FHC XK120’s ever built of which only 85 are still in existence
Despite the existence of cloud classifications, identifying cloud types seems, to me, more of an art form - I've noticed that subjectivity plays a role. Considering highly variable cloud shapes, many will not fit exactly into a preconceived "category". For example, I've been told that a cloud releasing precipitation is not a nimbus cloud, even though that's the definition of a nimbus cloud.
I'll give it a try, however - the examples seen here from an airplane over the Carolinas appear consistent with stratocumulus clouds. The very-high altitude clouds at the top of the picture may be cirrostratus clouds.
Subtle eye colour with darker lining for layering.
When I released all my makeups at Kozmetika, I forgot to make a fatpack poster for the marketplace. Duh me >.<
The Demon King, Kaon broke the taboo and tried to revive his dead lover. However, the magic went beyond his expectations and created a new existence, a little girl who looked exactly like his dead lover. However, her soul was that of a Korean woman, "Lee Eun".
The Demon King tried to kill the child and failed. Hence, he thought that it was related to the will of his deceased lover. As such, he made her a princess. And that was how "Luciana Road Moon Bloodlane", a combination of the power of mankind's greatest magician, "Asela", and the Demon KIng, Kaon, was born.
But that was the Demon King's position!
Lee Eun had suddenly fallen into another world on the very day she had won the lottery!
"Send me back! I could've been happy in the modern world!"
But why am I liking this place more and more?
What is the prophecy of destruction?
In a world full of secrets, you'll meet friends and family, forging friendship and love that didn't exists in the modern world. A new world unfolds and the even the pain of the past is healed.
"Asela, tell me why."
Tell me why we met.
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