Photographer Unknown, “Carmen Miranda”, Computer Graphics, Film Gifs
Month: November 2017
Paul Brouns
Photography by Paul Brouns: “Windows”
Sofia Malamute X
Sofia Malamute X, “Jonas Glöer”
The Turning Wheel
Photographer Unknown, (The Turning Wheel)
Observation
Photographer Unknown, (Observation)
Alastair Gray
Alastair Gray, “Goldream”, Computer Graphics, Animation Gifs
Alastair Gray is a self-taught animator from New Zealand who does original digital graphics using Cinema 4D, Photoshop and Processing.
Watching Eyes
Photographer Unknown, (Watching Eyes)
“All this seeing.
All this relentless taking in.”
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Eloy Morales Ramiro
Hyperrealistic Oil Paintings by Eloy Morales Ramiro
Eloy Morales is a 39 year old painter based in Madrid, Spain. He has been practicing his craft since 1995. Morales’ oils paintings are hyperrealistic facsimiles; the attention to detail in his work is uncanny. It ceases to be representation at this point, as the renderings are an almost-exact copy.
Observing his process, it appears that he patiently works in tiny pieces at a time, filling in pigment and blending it as he goes. The painting spreads and grows rather than being built up upon by layering. What is also impressive is the scale and size of his pieces, as his paintings are fairly large.
The majority of his subjects tend to be of himself. Usually, the self-portraits consist of his visage smeared with various types of mediums and color, to capture the light in a myriad of ways.
The Banana Eaters
Photographer Unknown. (The Banana Eaters), Computer Graphics, Gay Film Gifs
Reblogged with many thanks to http://bananaeaters.tumblr.com
Sorry Charlie’s
Photographer Unknown, Sorry Charlie’s Oyster Bar, Savannah, Georgia
James R Eads
James R Eads, Poster for the FORM Festival at Arcosanti, Arizona 2016
Great Wall of China
Photographer Unknown, Great Wall of China
Zipper
Photographer unknown, (Zipper)
Greg Girard
Greg Girard, “Walled City, Tung Tau Tsuen Road”,1987, Kowloon, China
Fallen Leaves
Photographr Unknown, (Fallen Leaves)
“He’d grown unused to woods like this. He’d become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.”
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