#PaintStains

[ludwigschult]

o.T. update - 90x70 cm - acrylic, lacquer and spray paint on spainboard, 2022 . . . #ludwigschult #abstraktekunst #abstractart #abstractpainting #stripepainting #paintstains #peintureabstraite #glimpses #usedlook #contemporaryvisualart #asymmetry #mixedmedia #mischtechnik #смешаннаятехника #ミクストメディア #искусство #layeredart #berlinartist #unrtun #paintingafterpainting #newgesturalpainting #structure #postgraffiti #negativespace #stencil #artberlin #brushstrokes #affordable #durchblicke #streifen https://www.instagram.com/p/CpnkN6qo1wl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fevicrete]

Causes of tile stains

Tile stains can be caused by a variety of factors, including:

Water: Hard water can leave mineral deposits on tile surfaces, causing unsightly stains.

Dirt and Grime: Dirt and grime can build up on tile surfaces over time, leading to discoloration and stains.

Mildew and Mold: Areas that are frequently exposed to moisture, such as bathrooms and kitchens, are prone to mildew and mold growth, which can leave stains on tiles.

Chemicals: Harsh chemicals, such as bleach and other cleaning agents, can leave stains on tiles if not rinsed off properly.

Rust: If metal objects come into contact with tiles and are left to rust, they can leave stains on the surface.

Oil and Grease: Areas such as kitchen floors and countertops can be stained by oil and grease spills.

Dye and Ink: Spills of dyes or inks can leave stains on tiles, which can be difficult to remove.

Prevention of tile stains often involves regular cleaning and maintenance of the tiled surface, as well as taking care to avoid contact with staining substances.

[perfectly-intoxicated]

TAXI

@paintstained-photographs

Normally, Hannah doesn’t do taxis. Her apartment isn’t too far of a walk, maybe twenty minutes if the sidewalk decides to be especially clear of people (that never happens). She didn’t see the need for them.

But today, when it’s absolutely pouring rain and she couldn’t be bothered to get every inch of her drenched, plus possibly catch a cold, she can clearly see the need for them now as she flags down the nearest one. The yellow of it is so bright it almost hurts to look at, which is why she does the opposite and rushes into the small space available with a relieved sigh.

The curls of her hair have gotten frizzy with the weather, exasperatedly pulling it up into a bun with a spare hair tie as she greets the driver and gives the address to her place. If she hadn’t noticed the tall stranger sitting right next to her, she’s sure she would’ve slumped back and tried to rest her eyes. Her shift was too long, and she needed a nap more than anything.

“Sorry for delaying your ride.” She speaks sincerely, a look that’s not sheepish but it’s also not free of the real bit of guilt she feels. “I just don’t think I would’ve found another one around here. It’s a miracle I found one in the first place. I don’t see them often in this area, surprisingly. You’d think they’d take advantage of all of the wasted guys needing to go home.”

She spews out, words nearly unending before her short rambling ends up a quiet clear of her throat and a chuckle. “Sorry. I’m Hannah. And you are…?”

[freebirdyance]

There's a knock on Yancy's door, and the sound of very quiet wheezing, followed by the sound of an inhaler being used. Damien's never been too good at running but he'd tried,in a flurry of excitement, for a very important reason.

He's on Yancy's doorstep, a rather large container of homemade chocolate cake in hand, and a smile big enough that it's turning his cheeks bright red. Speaking of his cheeks, there's a smudge of flour on his left one that he doesn't seem to notice.

"Hey, Yance! I know it's been a while since we last spoke but I heard it was your birthday and I wanted to do something nice for you."

@paintstained-photographs

"Wha... Damien??"

Damn, when was the last time Yancy had seen him? And he remembered his birthday? His own grin spreads across his face as he carefully takes the cake from him and sets it aside. He's barely placed it on a nearby table before he's embracing the taller man in a firm hug.

"Man, it's good to see you! Thank you so much. Hey, have some with me, and we can catch up, yeah?"

It's the best birthday he's had in a long time.

[jarisimcc]

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[t0daysgoneby]

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ” from enjolras to grantaire

@betterto-die-thanto-crawl

"Since when do you care?" Grantaire asked, watched him with intensity. "It's not an attempt to feel worthy, it is self destruction, at it's finest. Live and directly from me." He stated, pulled out a chair, and watched him, even more intensely. "Life's meant to be a bit dark, dude, it's not about to have some greater purpose, or, make history. People like you make history. People like me, are forgotten, anonymous and all lost to time." He tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, threadbare in places, and paintstained in other places. Some red on one sleeve, and light yellow on another spot on the same sleeve.

"My sense of self worth was misplaced many years ago. Possibly gone forever. You can look, Apollo, but you are not going to find any in me. It's not there. This is the road to ruin, all aboard." He added, with a lazy smile. "If I'm not sleeping or eating properly for a few days, what's it to you?"

[livedtough]

@forrkeeps said: ❛  where in the world have you been hiding?  ❜ (Ira Prasad from Liam Dunbar!)

↣ THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

"Not hiding," Ira responds, smiling warmly, because he is warm, and he is bright, and he doesn't hide from anything, and certainly not from anyone. He has, however, been a touch unreachable for a few days, as he's had something he's been working on that's been taking a fair amount of his time. Something could be said about muse, but that would only make him sound pretentious, and Ira hates to sound pretentious.

"Just working." There's paintstains on his fingers to prove it, and a certain gleam in his eyes that suggests he's been somewhere only an artist can understand. "Have I been needed?"

[keefsteef]

Mr. Roth is everything alright? 😭☠️... if not, I just KNOOOOOOW that lower back was on pins and needles the next day 💔

But anyway panties over paintstained pantaloons and a 2 sizes too small mauve cheetah blouse. Magnificent 💔

[themostdramaticboyintown]

my friends! I am doing a play! @themostrestlesskidintown @quietest-corilie-in-town @paintstained-pictureframe @thestrangestgirlintown @themostcuriousgirlintown

[themostthoughtfulgirlintown]

The results of dying my hair with @paintstained-pictureframe!! Thanks for having me over and helping me out, I love how it turned out!!

[ludwigschult]

Tja - 70x60 cm - acrylic, lacquer, papersilhouette and spray paint on MDF, 2021 . . . #ludwigschult #abstraktekunst #abstractart #abstractpainting #newabstract #paintstains #peintureabstraite #neonvintage #usedlook #contemporaryvisualart #asymmetry #mixedmedia #mischtechnik #смешаннаятехника #ミクストメディア #искусство #layeredart #berlinartist #unrtun #paintingafterpainting #newgesturalpainting #structure #postgraffiti #postgraffitiart #postgraffitismo #artberlin #brushstrokes #redshades #putz #poesie https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpfr_XeoDl4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[paranormal-writer]

The Eulogy of Eris Mary Wert

I am in elementary school when I hold a knife to Eris’s chest

We are identical in almost every way but name

With our blue, almost grey eyes and nearly shoulder length hair

We share the same laugh

The same skin

Soon she’ll rest

One could mistake us for twins if one of us hadn’t been made up in a mirror

On a cold September afternoon

I am thirteen years old

And the dagger has started moving towards her chest

Eris is accepting

And there are tears running down a grimy face

With pockmarked skin and barely there freckles

Blood is steadily coming out of our chests

While I have grown older, Eris has barely aged

Where I have a collection of scars on ruined canvas

Eris is unpainted in agony

And she is an unfinished symphony

I am fifteen years old when I kill Eris Mary Wert

She opens her arms in a sick facsimile of a hug

And that ornate dagger, this cursed dagger

That had been placed into my hands when I was too young

Is ruby red with blood

The universe asked me to choose,

It asked me, “Who are you, child of stars and flesh?”

It pointed to Eris Mary Wert

The little girl with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes

Who loved wholly and freely and gave her heart to anyone who asked

The little girl who would jump off a cliff if someone she loved told her to

And I bared my teeth in a mockery of a grin

And I point to myself

Me, covered in scars and a touch too pale sometimes

With red hair and eyes that are more grey than blue at this point at fifteen

With crooked fingers and paintstained clothes

And hands that shake when things get too much

Me, who doesn’t know how to give his whole heart to the people who he loves

And would hesitate before flinging himself off a cliff,

Even if it meant that he would fly

The universe asked me,

Challenged me on who I was

It backed me into a corner

And I bit the cruel hand that fed me

I am almost sixteen years old when I bury Eris Mary Wert

I bury her body in an old cemetery 

With old and water stained photos from childhood moments

I stand at her grave and I weep

I mourn the little girl who smiled, even if her teeth were a little crooked

I mourn.

Flowers rest on black marble,

Lillies of the vally and red poppies

Crysanthemums and roses all together in a bouquet

Eris Mary Wert is dead and I have killed her.

[perfectly-intoxicated]

6'8"

@paintstained-photographs

I don’t think it’s necessary to say who is who with this one sjsksj

Hannah corrects Damien’s food orders when he’s too embarrassed to do it himself btw

[yoon-ji-hoo]

Describe love.

Interview the muse

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

After a while you learn the subtle difference. between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is blankets full of strange delights

Love is when you don't put out the light

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is white panties lying all forlorn

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm

Love is when you have to leave at dawn

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love's what's there when you are away from me…

[ink-being]

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO FLOOD DAMIEN'S INBOX

@paintstained-photographs

[askewsketches]

Amnesiacs, 2020

Tracklist:

• Paintstained Carpet

• Shitty Corporate Holiday

• Twenty Two

• Full Moon

• Lovebites

• Modern Pop Sucks Ass

• Hitting You Where It Hurts