beauty in the eye

This blog is dedicated to (mostly) my personal work, (mostly) drawings and photography.

My favorite/prettiest/best images and art tumblr: commediadella
My bratty attitude and fandom tumblr:idlychildish (maybe NSFW...)

sky forest

sky forest

my hawk baby at bear hollow

my hawk baby at bear hollow

zebra

zebra

I plucked some healthy lashes trying to get an ingrown one out. Sometimes trying to solve the nagging issues in my life seems to have similar results. Medicine worse than the cure and all. So bummed about Robin Williams, a really personal feeling grief for someone I do not know but have welcomed into my heart, in part because I’m scared that I’ll always feel hopeless and bleak no matter what I do to “improve” my life. Depression is almost too small a word for a melancholy orientation. And that sensitivity is often paired with meaningful insight or greater compassion or more fluid creativity.… But at what cost?

littlelimpstiff14u2:

SHINTARO OHATA

Born in Hiroshima, 1975.
Shintaro Ohata is an artist who depicts little things in everyday life like scenes of a movie and captures all sorts of light in his work with a unique touch: convenience stores at night, city roads on rainy day and fast-food shops at dawn etc. His paintings show us ordinary sceneries as dramas. He is also known for his characteristic style; placing sculptures in front of paintings, and shows them as one work, a combination of 2-D and 3-D world.

Japanese artist Shintaro Ohata (previously) currently has two new sculptural paintings on view at Mizuma Gallery in Singapore. Ohata places vibrantly painted figurative sculptures in the foreground of similarly styled paintings that when viewed directly appear to be a single artwork. In some sense it appears as though the figures have broken free from the canvas. These artworks, along with several of his other paintings, join works by Yoddogawa Technique, Enpei Ito, Osamu Watanabe, and Akira Yoshida, for the Sweet Paradox show that runs through August 10th

Txt Via Colossal

(via hifructosemag)

you are not your data. statistics are used for models, best guesses. I could read all of your “data” and not know the truth of you. That’s crumbs at best. It’s the truth you have to cherish. You’re the only one who can take care of your truth, define it, shape it, choose to embrace it. I renounce the hollow details for the rich ocean of an at times unknown beauty.

Life After Facebook

brownwitchess:

It’s been 11 years since my ineffective but still deeply upsetting consumption of an excess of OTC sleep aids, an ambulance ride, and the turning point for another many years of shame.

At different times in my life, technology provided me an escape and an education. A little girl at a terminal…

trying to get a handle on me.  lots to unravel yet.  I just used to like myself.  I used to enjoy things in real life and online (which is also in real life, just not the flesh).  I used to create.  Something happened.  What happened?  The unhappiness…. that’s been an undercurrent all along.  But there was something beautiful once, that I could feel, see.  Where did it go?  Either way, I’m through outsourcing my consciousness to the big blue beast.  It’s boring and ugly and I’m done.  I want to feel love again, for myself, for anyone.  Less noise will help me listen.