That works just fine. Thanks
That works just fine. Thanks
my fav visual is futuristic flash/css web design, and im for real if you dont believe me.
That snake is fucking epic, as is the semi-corpse.
I've never really paid attention to visual art in the past, but I know that I love Albert Bierstadt.
Bit of a thread revival, I suppose, but fuck it
I just needed to share my love for good old Caravaggio.
The worst thing that can happen is it goes to Hell...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
On another note, Fuck Andy Warhol.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Tamara De Lempicka
Alphonse Mucha
Renoir
EII INFj
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I love the stuff Starfall posted.
My favorite is probably Kandinsky. One of my favorite paintings is below; it's by James Ensor.
Starfall, You might like Sulamith Wulfing.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/...b263b2.jpg?v=0
ISTp
SLI
Enneagram 5 with a side of wings.
My favorite class in college was Art History. I recommend it for everyone. You get history, religion, sociology, design, art, and politics all in one class.
And the textbook has pictures!
ISTp
SLI
Enneagram 5 with a side of wings.
I don't know jackshit about art, but I do enjoy the works of Rene Magritte.
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phobic 6w5 sp/so/sx (tri-type: 6w5/1w9/4w5)
Fi-ESI
Good sex art.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Yeah I know, I meant where in Boston, silly.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
holy fractals guys