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The cerebral musicality of jazz mixed with the visceral groove of funk. Yeh that's me.  Solo Mama, artist, teacher, possible mad hatter. Firmly believe art should astonish, transmute, transfix. One must work at the tissue between truth and paranoia. Yeh, Brett Whiteley said it, and it's bible.

unzo:

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devidsketchbook:

LANDSCAPE 

ARTWORK BY MARTIN STYNES

Martin Stynes FRSA (facbook) is an Irish artist based in Manchester UK. His inspiration comes from landscapes and the power of colour and scale. 

"These paintings come from observation, memories and emotions and are nearly always based on landscapes. When I look at a landscape the feelings of awe and wonder can be overwhelming; the beauty of the world can sometimes be heartbreaking. These feelings and memories drive my painting; I feel I am entering a world of child like simplicity. But complex cognitive processes, of which I am largely unaware, control my actions until the time comes when the painting is finished. I parcel all the colours, spaces, memories and emotions, and send this into the future to be unwrapped when the painting is finished. It often is not what I expected to see."

His work is in several private collections in the UK, Ireland, Italy, Norway, USA, Australia and South Africa. 

Posted 6 months ago

ledomsh:

Rody Pot by Kevin Pineda

ledomsh:

Rody Pot by Kevin Pineda

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tylerknott:



I do not know if I am the roof, worn and rusted and broken in more places than I am whole, and you are the light, shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful…or, if I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and be bathed in my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all.  I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will.
Light Pouring Through One Hole In Roof (by TylerKnott)

tylerknott:

I do not know if I am the roof, worn and rusted and broken in more places than I am whole, and you are the light, shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful…or, if I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and be bathed in my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all.  I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will.

Light Pouring Through One Hole In Roof (by TylerKnott)

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Paul Matsumoto   (via shinsa)