Panda = LOVE

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alshaheen: Concept art for animated film, by Alex Andreyev.

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:31:19 -0400

alshaheen:

Concept art for animated film, by Alex Andreyev.

xhezzi: Couple Under An Umbrella appear to be real but are...

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:54:19 -0400

xhezzi:

Couple Under An Umbrella appear to be real but are truly just an art sculpture by Australian Ron Meuck.

actegratuit: MONDAY Sly Juan

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:44:56 -0400

actegratuit:

MONDAY

Sly Juan

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itscolossal: Levalet.

Wed, 08 May 2013 23:49:57 -0400

itscolossal:

Levalet.

arsetculture: Huge inflatable Rubber Duck sculpture by...

Mon, 06 May 2013 19:20:42 -0400

arsetculture:

Huge inflatable Rubber Duck sculpture by Florentijn Hofman
(via… http://bit.ly/13dcIgA @thepairabirds

cmyko: It had to be done.

Sat, 04 May 2013 22:23:28 -0400

cmyko:

It had to be done.

red-lipstick: Jacques-Armand Cardon (b. 1936, French) -...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 20:01:55 -0400

red-lipstick:

Jacques-Armand Cardon (b. 1936, French) - Untitled Drawings: Pen + Ink

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artmonia: Amazing 3D Street Art.

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 20:01:36 -0400

artmonia:

Amazing 3D Street Art.

theartofanimation: Luca Saponti

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 02:37:33 -0400

theartofanimation:

Luca Saponti

starkinglyhandsome: yuroran: spideypool: pleasetakemetoyourlea...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 20:48:23 -0400

starkinglyhandsome:

yuroran:

spideypool:

pleasetakemetoyourleader:

This is happening right now in my country Venezuela. All around the country Militaries are killing people just because we are defending what is Good. We want justice! We were doing a pacific protest and then they came and started to shoot and use gas against people and the government says that people need to show respect for the militaries. People are being seriously injured and murdered. Respect? Democracy? Peace? NICOLAS YOU ARE NOT MY PRESIDENT YOU COWARD.

GUYS PLEASE RB, I KNOW THAT EVERYONE IS WORRIED ABOUT WHAT’S HAPPENING IN BOSTON BUT WE ARE ABOUT TO GO ON A CIVIL WAR IN VENEZUELA!!

THEY JUST MADE MADURO TAKE THE OATH AS PRESIDENT, THEY’RE BURNING THE BALLOT BOXES, AND THEY’RE LEAVING THE COUNTRY WITH ALL THE PEOPLE’S MONEY

Let’s add to that that no International entity recognizes the election’s results and are asking for a recount, yet the CNE allowed Maduro to take the oath (wich was supposed to be on the 19th). The CNE’s president is leaving the country now.

We’re officially in a dictatorship.

jesus fuck

to any venezuelan friends please do your best to stay safe!!

assemblyfairytale: Polina Yakovleva

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 20:50:57 -0400

assemblyfairytale:

Polina Yakovleva

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CHILLING WORKS BY SANTIAGO CARUSO on Juxtapoz JUXTAPOZ:...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:45:21 -0400

CHILLING WORKS BY SANTIAGO CARUSO on Juxtapoz

JUXTAPOZ: Santiago Caruso is an Argentinean artist born in Buenos Aires. Covering subjects of fear, passion, desolation and violence, it’s surprising that Caruso is twenty-nine years old. Having a classic painting technique and creating illustrations that look like they’ve come out of an 1800’s science illustration book, Caruso has style and skills beyond his years, Read more…

image: “Portrait of Crime” / ink and scratching over paper / 2010

dantejohnson: Lost Cat: An Illustrated Meditation on Love,...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 23:23:00 -0400

dantejohnson:

Lost Cat: An Illustrated Meditation on Love, Loss, and What It Means To Be Human

by Maria Popova

“You can never know anyone as completely as you want. But that’s okay, love is better.”

“Dogs are not about something else. Dogs are about dogs,” Malcolm Gladwell indignated in the introduction to The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs. Though hailed as memetic rulers of the internet, cats too have enjoyed an admirable run as creative devices and literary muses in Joyce’s children’s books, T. S. Eliot’s poetry, Hemingway’s letters, and various verses. But hardly ever have cats been at once more about cats and more about something else than in Lost Cat: A True Story of Love, Desperation, and GPS Technology (public library) by writer Caroline Paul and illustrator extraordinaire Wendy MacNaughton, she of many wonderful collaborations — a tender, imaginative memoir infused with equal parts humor and humanity. (You might recall a subtle teaser for this gem in Wendy’s wonderful recent illustration of Gay Talese’s taxonomy of cats.) Though “about” a cat, this heartwarming and heartbreaking tale is really about what it means to be human — about the osmosis of hollowing loneliness and profound attachment, the oscillation between boundless affection and paralyzing fear of abandonment, the unfair promise of loss implicit to every possibility of love.

After Caroline crashes an experimental plane she was piloting, she finds herself severely injured and spiraling into the depths of depression. It both helps and doesn’t that Caroline and Wendy have just fallen in love, soaring in the butterfly heights of new romance, “the phase of love that didn’t obey any known rules of physics,” until the crash pulls them into a place that would challenge even the most seasoned and grounded of relationships. And yet they persevere as Wendy patiently and lovingly takes care of Caroline.

When Caroline returns from the hospital with a shattered ankle, her two thirteen-year-old tabbies — the shy, anxious Tibby (short for Tibia, affectionately — and, in these circumstances, ironically — named after the shinbone) and the sociable, amicable Fibby (short for Fibula, after the calf bone on the lateral side of the tibia) — are, short of Wendy, her only joy and comfort:

Tibia and Fibula meowed happily when I arrived. They were undaunted by my ensuing stupor. In fact they were delighted; suddenly I had become a human who didn’t shout into a small rectangle of lights and plastic in her hand, peer at a computer, or get up and disappear from the vicinity, only to reappear through the front door hours later. Instead, I was completely available to them at all times. Amazed by their good luck, they took full feline advantage. They asked for ear scratches and chin rubs. They rubbed their whiskers along my face. They purred in response to my slurred, affectionate baby talk. But mostly they just settled in and went to sleep. Fibby snored into my neck. Tibby snored on the rug nearby. Meanwhile I lay awake, circling the deep dark hole of depression.

Without my cats, I would have fallen right in.

And then, one day, Tibby disappears.

Wendy and Caroline proceed to flyer the neighborhood, visit every animal shelter in the vicinity, and even, in their desperation, enlist the help of a psychic who specializes in lost pets — but to no avail. Heartbroken, they begin to mourn Tibby’s loss.

And then, one day five weeks later, Tibby reappears.

Once the initial elation of the recovery has worn off, however, Caroline begins to wonder where he’d been and why he’d left. He is now no longer eating at home and regularly leaves the house for extended periods of time — Tibby clearly has a secret place he now returns to. Even more worrisomely, he’s no longer the shy, anxious tabby he’d been for thirteen years — instead, he’s a half pound heavier, chirpy, with “a youthful spring in his step.” But why would a happy cat abandon his loving lifelong companion and find comfort — find himself, even — elsewhere?

When the relief that my cat was safe began to fade, and the joy of his prone, snoring form — sprawled like an athlete after a celebratory night of boozing — started to wear thin, I was left with darker emotions. Confusion. Jealousy. Betrayal. I thought I’d known my cat of thirteen years. But that cat had been anxious and shy. This cat was a swashbuckling adventurer back from the high seas. What siren call could have lured him away? Was he still going to this gilded place, with its overflowing food bowls and endless treats?

There only one obvious thing left to do: Track Tibby on his escapades. So Caroline, despite Wendy’s lovingly suppressed skepticism, heads to a spy store — yes, those exist — and purchases a real-time GPS tracker, complete with a camera that they program to take snapshots every few minutes, which they then attach to Tibby’s collar.

What follows is a wild, hilarious, and sweet tale of tinkering, tracking, and tenderness. Underpinning the obsessive quest is the subtle yet palpable subplot of Wendy and Caroline’s growing love for each other, the deepening of trust and affection that happens when two people share in a special kind of insanity.

The inimitable Maira Kalman blurbed the book admiringly:

The writing and drawings are funny. Nutty. Heartwarming. Smart. Loopy. Full of love.

“Evert quest is a journey, every journey a story. Every story, in turn, has a moral,” writes Caroline in the final chapter, then offers several “possible morals” for the story, the last of which embody everything that makes Lost Cat an absolute treat from cover to cover:

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s: Denise Mullins in before the tide comes by...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 16:36:46 -0400

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

D enise Mullins in before the tide comes by Zhang Jingna.October 2010

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