I am loving the new Jane Austen stamps from the Royal Mail. (Why are British stamps so great. I miss them.)

waffle-meringue:

Mix-and-Match Drawing Prompt: Doctor Who + mythological creatures

Martha Jones rides a hippogriff, achieves life goal.

I just want more Martha love everywhere.

Field of Flowers (1910). Egon Schiele.

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I just found out that David Rakoff passed away a few days ago, which is very sad news indeed. I always enjoyed his work. The day before he died, I was in the Tate Modern (because I’m always in the Tate Modern), walking through the Transformed Vision gallery, and listening to This American Life, when his and Jonathan Goldstein’s story “Oh! The Places You Will Not Go!” began to play.

It was a beautiful story, but also the perfect story for that moment, for the feelings that were overwhelming me. I was on holiday, and had been wandering like a ghost for days (perhaps it is worth noting that I haven’t spoken to a human being in person in two weeks), and in this room I felt like I was melting into da Silva’s “The Corridor” and that London itself had been swirling around me like the corridor in the painting. It reminded me of the Underground, when I was so tired that I felt the walls begin to spin. There was a perfect union between my feeling of unrealness, of Kafkaesque abstraction and alienation from the things around me, and the twisted paintings, and the Metamorphosis half of the story; but it was the Seuss half, David Rakoff’s half, that made me start crying in the museum. It was funny, but — the offer of connection, of friendship, to a character as lost as the protagonist in a Kafka story just made me lose it. It was one of the most wonderful segments I’ve ever heard on This American Life; you should really give it a listen.

Before our charwoman disposed of him, I took one last look and saw that Gregor’s shell had cracked open, and just underneath were little wings. He was a beetle, not a cockroach as we had feared. A beetle, nothing more. Even the word is lovely. I know that ever since his childhood, Gregor had always had very vivid dreams of flight, that left him happy in the morning. If only he himself had known, I kept thinking.

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Street Art By BR1

Amazing.

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My cousin’s sticker, which graces my beautiful skiing helmet.

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Untitled (1954). Mark Rothko.

Looking at a Rothko painting makes me feel like Sal looking at Kenny Cosgrove looking at a Rothko painting. Inarticulate feelings of hopeless longing.

visualamor:

Scientist Mohamed Babu from Mysore, India captured beautiful photos of these translucent ants eating a specially colored liquid sugar. Some of the ants would even move between the food resulting in new color combinations in their stomachs. Read more over on the Daily Mail. (via notcot) (via thisiscolossal)

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Said goodbye to my cousin Stephen today, and now I’m looking at his art and remembering what a creative, talented guy he was.

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beatonna:

For those of you who are unfamiliar, The Walrus is a pretty great Canadian magazine, and they’ve been home to a lot of my early color work.  I mean, we’re still on early color work, over here.  This is the picture.

I love Kate Beaton’s art. (Based on Fragonard’s The Swing.)

Just got Manga Studio 4 for my very self, and decided to start off by doodling all of the characters from the superhero comic book that lives in my head. “Should I draw them in uniform?” I thought. “Naaaaaah, then I couldn’t draw them COVERED IN BABIES.”

Superheroes should ALWAYS BE COVERED IN BABIES.

(Disclaimer: the drawing is super rough because I do not have a tablet, woe, and draw everything with a touchpad. Also because I am lazy.)

Or rather, my “MY DREAM ART GALLERY” tag has seemed to have become it’s own page. Of art that I like to look at. Mostly fine art, but it’s very eclectic, and I also include illustration, fashion, graphic design, etc. when the mood strikes. One day I may even acknowledge that sculpture exists.

Once I’ve finished blogging everything Anselm Kiefer or Dexter Dalwood ever painted.

Dear Adonis,

No matter what Venus (or Coppelia Kahn) says, you don’t have to sleep with someone just because they’re the goddess of love.

I’m on your side, buddy.

Love,

Me

the death of hyacinthus - jean broc

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“Batman” Russian Nesting Dolls

Katya Malkhova is the Russian graphic designer and photographer behind this fun collection of “Batman” inspired Russian nesting dolls. The chotchkies are neatly concealed within each doll. Open one up and find a smaller version of Batman inside. Hit the thumbs to check out these fresh “Batman” Russian nesting dolls in detail. [JayMug]

Like this Shortpacked comic, hahah.

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