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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,
Chronicle of a Past WinterThere has been only a few moments in my life where I have truly felt alive. The following bit of writing is a small chronicle detailing one of those events:
Four years ago this December, I was a very different person than the person who sits here writing this today. I was 16 and a junior at a local high school. I was skinny as a twig after lots of weight in during the previous year.
The year had been up and down. I had fallen in and out of love with a girl who was more confusing than a rubik's cube. A month after our break up, I lost my grandpa. He had always been an inspiration to me and he had always shown me how powerful knowledge really can be. I want to be the kind of man he was and I will never forget the impact he had on my life. Somehow in all of it I managed to stay sane and grind my way through day-by-day and month-by-month.
The first four months of school flew by fast. My Chinese improved rapidly as I took up as a teacher's assistant with my Chinese teacher. I was att
Cat, out of the bagHello, friends of friends!
I'm :iconcopper9lives: — AKA Catherine, Cat, Copper, Cfisch, and various other sobriquets. I'm a proud redhead, veterinarian, crazy cat lady, and lifelong devotee of the sea.
In all things, I seek balance. I'm friendly, talkative, and love to be generous. I also tend to overcommit myself. Ah, well.
Aging by copper9lives
I take photographs (because I cannot draw):
Lake Interference by copper9livesPurple Mountain Majesty by copper9livesElkhorn by copper9livesGriffin by copper9livesDiffidence by copper9livesGlowing Forest by copper9livesThe Horseshoe Falls by copper9livesEscher by copper9livesSuncatcher by copper9livesStatement by copper9livesLonely by copper9livesClose by copper9livesComplimentary Colors by copper9lives
And I dabble
a small tidbit of a personal pieceprompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.
I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.
The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.
Sometimes it's sil
The SunflowerMy grandpa had a garden
It was the most magical thing I had ever known
And is probably the reason I love nature so much now
When I was little, he would take me outside to his fields, where rows of beautiful flowers, plump tomatoes, and so much more were planted in straight rows. Behind that was a green patch where an Indian tribe had made their home for what seemed like a very, very long time. We found arrow heads scattered almost everywhere, and even the occasional bone or two. Nearly all of my childhood memories resided in his yard. Well, either there or his kitchen. But thats a different story
I remember going to the store with him, hand in hand. We picked out seeds for the years crops. He would get the seeds packs he needed, and I got the seeds packs that had pictures I didn't know, because "I wanted to see every plant that ever existed." My words exactly. My grandpa would laugh and tell me there was way to many plants for that kind of dream, but I still wanted to try. I had always
dos.Was bisher geschah? Fassen wir einmal die Ereignisse zusammen. Schön der Reihe nach. Das ist die Geschichte von Julia Jubel und Grosha Griesgram. Julia Jubel hiess Julia zum Vornamen, weil sie so schön war und Jubel zum Nachnamen, weil alle in Jubel ausbrachen wegen ihrer Schönheit. Grosha Griesgram hiess zum Vornamen Grosha; dies war eigentlich ein Fehler, denn es war der Nachname seiner Eltern. Da er aber den Nachnamen seiner Familie schon im Vornamen verbraucht hatte, musste ein neuer Nachname her. Und da er seiner angebeteten Julia so viel Gram bereitete, wurde er Griesgram genannt. Er war ein erbitterter Verfechter einer verlorenen Welt.
Der Held verreist mit der Angebeteten für kurze Zeit – zwei Tage und zwei Nächte – in einen Winterferienort. Es ist das Paradies für ihn, wenn er sie vierundzwanzig Stunden am Tag um sich herum flattern haben kann. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt weiss sie allerdings noch nichts von seinen Gefühlen; es ist aber m
Weekly DiaryWeekly Update
As the "Project Introduction" suggests, I will participate at my level best to stay active on this website. And as I was previously thinking, what better way to do that than to post a written entry each week, reflecting on happenings.
Well, what else is there over drawing something?
Continuing from last week, I’ve been able to notice several facts on this continent and actually living here. I think the beach is an absolute stunning view and I am passionate in this warm weather all year around. However, I feel out of my element. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been raised up north or perhaps it’s because I have no family here. I have my doubts that the second reason involves this thought but I am not believing this area to be a suitable settlement for me in the future. I really think Lee is feeling the same way, being so out of her element here. But being in such a relaxing area is a fantastic place
Captain's Log, Entry One This is my story. It shall include a bit of fantasy, a bit of creativity, and a bit of real life. Just like me.
Captain's Log, Entry One.
Today, 5 things happened in my life.
1, I realized I was not alone. I have family and friends who support me.
2, I am a derp. Maybe it is the awkward phase that I am passing through. Or maybe I will stay awkward for the rest of my days. I certainly hope not, although it is possible.
3, I was spat upon by a Candyfluffle . He was not pleased with me, and I really do have rainbow-stained hands.
D, I realized life is so short. Too short. I believe that even though life is short, and it is not as long as ALL OF THE FUTURE AND ALL OF THE PAST and that every second is fleeting and a passing vapor in the wind. ( I get too poetic) So, I know now that I need to make the most o
Bawling BrawlYou're a bully. A pathetic nuisance like any other.
From an early age, you slammed me down,
and I didn't even realize that it was you doing it.
You were subtle and I wasn't being strong because I didn't have a reason to be.
I got sick of you fast. I refused you.
You don't deserve to be a part of my life.
And you think I'll forgive you?
No matter how many times you ask,
plead, beg, cry, whine, scream, and yell,
you will never be a part of me because
I am stronger than you,
I am wiser than you, and
I can play your game.
You want to kill me.
You hate me. Now?
I hate you.
I want you dead.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.
I want you dead.
PancakesMy grandpa was a cook in the navy
Every morning when I was over, he would make me MnM pancakes from scratch. Yeah, they always got a little burnt, but that was fine. While he cooked, he told me stories of his days in the navy. I would sit on a little chair next to the griddle he used to make the pancakes, listening intently and eating the leftover MnMs. Every story made my laugh, and he would laugh with me. He could make every situation seem funny, and thats one thing I admired about him; he loved to make people laugh and did it easily. Then he would get the pancakes off the griddle and put them on my plate, pouring syrup on each one to look like a smiley face. He would watch me eat, asking how they tasted after each bite to make me giggle. After I was done, he lifted me up so I could reach the sink, washing the syrup off my face and off my plate. We then walked out to the garden, bringing the same little chair so I could watch him work. This went on for years.
But then my grandpa star
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
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