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Leo PlawLeo Plaw Australia
Born in Australia, Leo is a self taught artist who has worked in many artistic media. He has had studios in Brisbane and Sydney, London and Berlin. He has exhibited internationally, in Denmark, England, Germany, Japan, Portugal and the U.S.A. His artwork has been published in a number of magazines and books worldwide. Leo built, maintains and regularly contributes to the popular beinArt.org website. He is currently residing in Berlin and travels throughout Europe finding inspiration in both old and new artforms.
Art has always been a passion for me since my earliest years. When ever there was paper and pencil at hand, I was drawing, which resulted in me being sent our of the classroom several times. After learning the very basics that were offered in school, I went on to teach myself what I needed.
At present my favourite medium of choice is oils. "Oils! The Rolls Royce of painting"
In the beginning my paint technique was rather limiting. So when it cam
March 2008: First Exhibition "Diario del Decapitolipo", Aguascalientes, Mexico.
March 3, 2009: Featured in "AreaZinc", Issue no. 6.
April: Featured in "Aulafoto" Issue no. 8
May 8, 2009: First International Exhibition "Bowels Scape". Sugar House Stroll, Salt Lake City, Utah (USA)
June 12: Exhibition "Fuga de Entranas". Galeria Albertina, San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas.
June 2009: Publication Death book Project. Featuring the piece "Morgue"
December 2009: Publication "Obscene Seduction" Featuring the pieces "The Monster Inside me" and "Vacio Ahogado"
Upcomming: Featured in National Magazine "Gotica" (Printed)
Other Sites: http://www.kunstlerdgenocide.deviantart.com/
I have heard a lot of things about my technique,and I know that actually, a lot of people consider
Joseph LarkinJoseph Larkin
Joseph Larkin hails from the dank pits of Syracuse, NY. He graduated from Onondoga Community College in 1993 and has worked as a fine artist ever since, Focusing largely on the human form and those of other animals. The images he creates are driven by fear, love and an deep appreciation for the darker corners of the organic psyche. He apints and draws in pretty much all two dimensional media which he drives into the third dimension with sculpture and fiber arts. Larkin lives, works and wanders the blurred edge of madness in Seattle, WA.
Paula RosaPAULA ROSA was born in Lisbon, Portugal, in 1970.
She graduated from Jean Piaget Institute, in 1998, and from Lusofona University, in 2007, both in Art and Design.
From her initial fascination for visual arts, and after exploring the wide variety of traditional media, Paula Rosa became aware of the potentialities of the digital tools in 2003. Since then, and being conscious of the importance of digital technologies and how they have been revolutionizing the arts, she began to experiment several techniques in the digital canvas.
Her work tells stories in which the action develops in three times: the past, the present and the future. From the past is recognizable the ancestral terror of death and for the unknown; the present reflects upon a decadent society divided between the material pleasure and the fear for the consequences of a self-induced apocalypse; the future, as any story meant to be continued, it's an almost certain and prominent question mark.
Ben TolmanBen Tolman
Ben Tolman lives and grew up in Washington, DC. He graduated from the Corcoran College of Art in 2005 (although largely considers himself self-taught). He works largely in minutely detailed ink drawings and more recently oil painting. He is primary interested in the strangeness of existence and the way in which people attempt to understand it. Among the avenues he uses to explore the nature (and consequences) of reality and conciseness are hallucinogenic drug which are a catalyst to the boundary regions of the mind. Among his current projects is the Antipodes Project which he started in 2006, It is a collaborative art project involving dozens of artists around the world. He has exhibited work both locally and internationally.
REINHARD SCHMID was born in Weiden, Germany, in 1960, and has always been fascinated by artists like Hieronymus Bosch and Max Ernst. Schmid also has an interest in machines and engineering, and for several years he even worked as a navigator on a submarine before he started painting on glass. His father Rudolf Schmid, also an artist, taught him the classical glass painting techniques as well as the new ones he had invented himself. Over the last 20 years Reinhard Schmid refined the use of pencil and watercolour on the reverse side of glass, and by combining it with the techniques of the old masters he developed his own distinct style.
In the early 1990s Schmid worked with Jaro Art Galleries on Madison Avenue, New York, which also exhibited his work at the New York Art Expo. Since 1993 he is curator of the so-called Gewölbe der Geheimnisse (Vaults of Secrets) in his home town Viechtach, Germany, where he works on a large scale version of tarot cards
Wade FurlongWade Furlong U.S.A.
Wade Furlong - Bio:
Through out years I have developed the insight to portray work that illuminates the beauty in the grotesque with a sense of comical demeanor. At times I inhibit bold and iconic compositions with my distorted figures, whether be complex or even more simplistic. My goal is always to focus on the figure at hand, the sense of extreme character that they have within themselves. To bring forth the attention of anatomy or fluidity in form with these characters, I take great care into the craft of sculpting dynamics with a three dimensional feel with two dimensional media. There is a intrigue of solitude within my creations I have been told. With the feedback and study from the human condition that I have delved into for years in travels, I continue to be fascinated by what mankind brings forth not only to one another, but to the abstract reality that they create for themselves.
Andrzej MasianisAndrzej Masianis Poland
ANDRZEJ MASIANIS - WAS BORN IN 1974 IN PILA IN POLAND. HE FINISHED I FINE ARTS LICEUM IN BYDGOSZCZ. HE IS THE GRADUATE OF THE FINE ARTS FACULTY AT THE NICOLUS COPERNICUS UNIVERSITY IN TORUN. HE RECEIVED THE DIPLOMA IN 1999.
HE HAS DEALT WITH PAINTING, DRAWING AND GRAPHICS. IN 1996 HE GOT A SCHOLARSCHIP FROM TADEUSZ KULISIEWICZ FOUNDATION.
IN 1998 HE OBTAINED THE SECOND AWARD IN POLISH DRAWING BIENNALE OF FINE ARTS UNIVERSITIES IN KATOWICE.
HE TOOK PART IN THE CYCLE OF EXPOSITIONS TITLED "FINAL JUDGEMENT" ORGANIZED BY TEST, POKAZ, STUDIO, KORDEGARDA GALLERIES AND ACADEMY THEATRE IN WARSAW.
IN 2001 HE RECEIVED THE AWARD FROM THE PRESIDENT OF TORUN IN THE CONTEST THE WORK OF 2000.
Exhibitions in Poland - Gallery "STAIRS " WARSAW January 2006 "ARCHANGELS"
The Manifesto of PeriscopicalMANIFESTO OF PERISCOPICAL ART
Written by Gromyko Padilla Semper, this collection of thought and research concerns the Union of Artists working together though different modes and methods, and how they present situation in art, the spiritual in art and post post-modern art:
The first thing that came to my mind, when it come to fleshing this out, is realizing that a revolution is essentially the individuals who are part of it. That is, the whole shall always be composed of individuals who play a major part in defining the essence of the whole. Each individual revolutionises aspects of reality in their own way, but they all are tied by a common goal. Though they may stand on their own independent fields of specialization, one cannot deny the common thread that binds them all: Art.
Art is the common thread, and the link between each individual thread, diverse in ways and virtues, always standing in unison. They are comparable to the atomic structure,
Best Damn WomanWhen I was younger, my home life wasn't really conducive to having friends. My only friend for most of my life was my cousin. We were only a few months apart in age, but we felt like twins. Finished each others' sentences, would text the same things to each other at the same time, could sense when the other was in pain or just needed a pick me up. We invaded each others' lives and were the last person we each said "I love you" to at the end of the day.
A little over a year ago, she was killed in a car wreck along with her husband. But there are times I still get those feelings. Still want to grab my phone and send a text. Sometimes, I've actually sent the text and then I wonder who the person is on the receiving end. They've never responded. Not sure what I'd do if I did get a response.
I miss her more than I've ever missed anything. Even her faults. Like when she'd take over my house and force me to do something I didn't want to do. Joining dA was one of those take overs.&
Confessions of a Dom 1As a little girl, I was taught not to trust men. One of the first things I was taught was how to use them. It started with old hollywood movies as soon as I was old enough to understand. When I was around 5 or 6 my mom told me to watch closely as John Wayne's co-star seduces him. Oh I paid attention to that fine ass woman alright, but yo, John Wayne knew what was up on how to get them. I didn't want to use men, I wanted to be like them because to me they were a symbol of strength and I understood that at an early age. I still learned all the strategies my mom expected me to learn from women of old hollywood movies because when you're a kid you don't understand right or wrong. I didn't dislike being a woman, but I just wanted to command as much power as a man in society. Gender seemed irrelevant to me because anything that turns you on is acceptable to me as long as there is consent. There is nothing wrong with being grossed out by fetishes either because the opposite side of the spectr
Confessions of a Dom 2No one can handle the truth, but it is not because we do not want to know it, there is just too much pain. It is in the realm of fiction where we compromise with our escape into fantasy with our need to tell the truth that no one can handle in reality. People are priceless. Objects have value. To own something outside of our own bodies is an instinct that every living thing obeys without question. Ownership can be in everyday things we don't even think about. Even the act of consumption is an act of ownership, which is where I suspect that is where the current term for "self entitlement" comes from. I was born self entitled. It wasn't a choice. I didn't feel self entitled, but I had the power to command. A presence if you will. Its something that is hardwired into my physical existence that I have spent my whole life trying to control.
All doms deal with an anxiety of controlling the power they have because a true dom never explicitly wants to force someone against their will. A real d
once.Ein Buch schreiben für die Frau, die man liebt, dachte ich gestern beim Erwachen, was für eine peinliche Idee. Das muss ich alles nur geträumt haben. Nein, es ist unvorstellbar, so etwas wirklich zu tun. Das würde ich nie machen. Schliesslich bin ich erstens Junggeselle und zweitens unverheiratet. Doch dann kam ein SMS von Julia. Sie schrieb, sie sei auch überfordert gewesen – jetzt erst recht wegen dem Buch. Also hatte ich es doch getan? Ich musste entdecken, dass ich das Buch nicht nur geschrieben, sondern auch ausgedruckt, gebunden und nach Madrid gebracht habe. Und jetzt hält Julia es in den Händen. Es gingen noch ein paar SMS hin und her, bis wir uns endlich entschlossen, uns doch zu treffen.
Meistens schenkt man ja dem Umstand, dass man einen Magen hat, keine besondere Beachtung. Ich meine damit, dass man nicht oft durch die Stadt geht und sich denkt: „Ich habe einen Magen“, so wie man vielleicht manchmal durch die Stadt geht u
3700 FeetEvery Tuesday afternoon, Don sends out an email asking who plans on coming to soaring lessons the following day, and every Tuesday evening I email him back and let him know, yes, I will be attending. On Wednesday, he either confirms if flight instruction is still on, or if it’s been cancelled, usually it’s because of weather. We won’t fly in the rain, and ridge soaring--flying on the wind rising from the valley--is still too advanced for me. I always make sure to checkthe windsock before heading on to the glider field. When it’s sticking straight out, will a full six rings showing, the wind’s blowing at least thirty knots an hour and no one goes up.
It’s actually a relief whenever I get a “WEFI Cancelled” email. Today, I'm hoping for it, even though it's sunny and close to 75 degrees, with a high cloud base. This late in the season, it's likely to be the best soaring weather we’ll have until the spring.
Still, I leave the office at
To-Do List: June 201406-06-2014 Listen to your feet
08-06-2014 Nobody knows what a dinosaurs penis looks like
08-06-2014 Cats, cuts, chai lattes and croissants
:Do Something Nice Today:There are 7 or 8 clinical offices. Each one is either carpeted, or linoleum with a giant, torn-up and pilling area rug. Each one has at least 7 or 8 bought-in-bulk chairs, a teacher’s desk, and a whiteboard. Clinicians switch offices more often that I used to think – it seems like these days, more and more of them are “moving on,” and more and more noobs are being hired. Some of the office changes don’t make sense. Nearly non of them belong to their “original” owners – that is, to whomever had dominated each room when I got there – and most of the time, the switches seem random. No one appears uncomfortable with this, which is odd because most of the students are very vocal when something tangible bothers them. I like to think it doesn’t bother me much, either, but it hit me surprisingly hard when the clinician in charge of me moved up stairs. It was supposedly a logical change: her dog is coming starting in November an
this is all i'm able to produce "Okay class let's start the year with some introductions. I'm going to go around the room randomly and you're going to describe yourself in a word!"
Oh. Of course. Our eyes met. She smiles. She's going to pick me. She's going to make me go first. I can't describe myself. I don't know how to.
"You there. You can start!"
Her smile grows even larger. She doesn't ask for my name, so I won't give it. One word to describe myself. There's only one going around my mind.
IVAN ROXASIvan Roxas, Philippines
Works Featured in the Following Books:
Philippine Art Now (book cover)
The Lives and Loves of Artists and Models (book cover)
Art Across The Philippines (Manuel Duldulao)
Encyclopedia of Philippine Art (Marlene Aguilar)
Collectors Guide Book (Manuel Duldulao)
A Treasury of Philippine Nudes (Gino Dormiendo)
Ivan Roxas was born in Tanay, Rizal on June 26, 1978. His first teacher in painting was his brother, Irvyn. He graduated at the University of Sto. Tomas, College of Fine Arts, Major in Painting (2000) . He has been a full time painter since 1993. He also has been consistently teaching/lecturing various institutions and organizations for the underprivileged all over the Philippines. He has conducted comprehensive art workshops that cater from the basics to the most advanced. He is actively exhibiting his works in different art venues.
Artist of the year 1991 Ilaya Elementary School, Tanay Rizal
Artist of th
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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