#figurativ

[croque-melpomene]

Randskizzen | ein Gedicht

alles liegt auf dem Boden und das Bett wirkt entstellt jetzt, vereinsamt, die Wahrheit stirbt unter der Decke es war einmal, Verlust ist das erste Wort, Erlebnis holt es ein ich habe dich erlebt, mir fehlt die Geliebte die ich war ich habe beobachtet wie die Liebe aus deinen Augen verschwindet wie dein Körper nicht mehr zu meinem findet dieser Wohnung wurden die Knochen gebrochen ich bin…

[marcellorast]

Collage, Wachs, Gouache auf Malkarton, 18cm x 24 cm, 2022

[thebusylilbee]

mort aux multipropriétaires

[vawobefanart]

Roughest idea I’ve ever had:

Draco and Ron having some sort of orgy with their respective girlfriends (Hermione & Pansy/Astoria(idk)) and Harry (Probs the girls idea). And the girls are all over Harry, and Ron and Draco are just hanging around like:

Ron: thats not what I had in mind…

Draco: …

Draco: …….

Draco: do you wanna fuck me? /////

Ron: ……..

Ron: sure, why not. /////

Extremely rough sketch beneath cut

[jareckiworld]

Stanisław Frenkiel (1918-2001) — Plague in Naples  [oil, canvas, 1969]

[podartists]

The Fountain, Villa Torlonia Frascati, Italy (1907) | John Singer Sargent (1856-1925)

[lifenconcepts]

Capricious of Memory - Aharon April

[fundgruber]

Beautiful feed juxtaposition by @nemfrog

[peintre-stephane]

Virtual figurativ

translated from a @aubriestar poeme

i liked to play from her words ( from my personal english )

[spirou42]

Colours Of The Seashore: 29/32

"Colours Of The Seashore" ist der Versuch, die Farben der Küste einzufangen ohne dabei Figurativ zu werden.

"Colours Of The Seashore" is an attempt to capture the colours of the coast without becoming too figurative.

[marcellorast]

Tango

Collage, Wachs, Gouache auf Malkarton, 18cm x 24 cm, 2022

[schibborasso]

Bewegung Figurativ (ebby on tour)

[shyspider]

Even if eve doesn't raise kids, let's be real she is going to be surrounded by figurativ children with guns(and knifes).

If she didn't already have white hair she would have gotten it.

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Guns, knives, and science experiments.

[bluedream-echoes]

Figurativization II: Weeping Willow

[strigeart]

I was in an art collective in my early 20. We used to do an exhibition every couple of months. At the time, I was a very depressed abstractist, using art as a copy mechanism.

I reach abstract art because my teachers at art school used to do all this talking about original and real art and I was convinced that was the only way and figurativism, in all his forms, was bad. Differently of one can believe abstract art is not easy at all to do, and, yes, there's a message in all those colours and forms. In my case, it was an emotive discourse, a way to vent all my rage and desperation, my need to just stop to exist (yes, I was already in therapy, but it not always helped in those days). Anyway, one of my favourite things, in the exhibition opening days, was to grab a plate at the buffet (if you don't have a buffet, people don't come to your exhibition. Please take notes. This is my wise advice :p) and then stroll to the exhibition rooms with the other 3 abstract artists of the collective (we were the weirdos). We were friends, even if we were from different backgrounds and generations, principally because none of us take ourselves too seriously. We used to laugh about the self-importance aura with the "real artist" used to dress themselves. So, one of these days, with our paper plate full of sliced pizza, focaccia, and miny sandwiches, we were in an angle of the room where my paint was exposed. We were talking about politics when we heard some man enunciate pompous nonsense. We moved our attention to him and saw he was talking about my painting, whit fervour, for the benefit of some middle-aged and elegant ladies. We were fascinated about the nonsense he was improvising about my paint. He, very confidently, was speaking about "stolen childhood", "subversion of the imposed order" and other funny things when we desperately tried to don't chocs on our cokes. It was the most fun thing we ever experienced at an exhibition! This man trying to show how smart he was, not knowing the girl in the corner, coughing a piece of pizza in her hand, tears in her eyes, was the author of that very paint. So it started the joke. For every exhibition, at least one of my paintings was a joke (or a trap, if you like). The titles were literally like Joke297 or Trap 798. I was literally telling them, "Be careful!" Then, whit the usual plate of food, maybe even some chairs, me and my friends passed the hours of the opening day waiting for the next art expert.

frankly I think a lot more people would be open to postmodern art if we all stopped pretending you had to be very smart to understand it and start acknowledging that the starting point for deriving meaning from it is frequently ‘this is stupid bullshit’

[fundgruber]

(via Negro Arts Festival - P. Ramrakha - Google Arts & Culture)

Dakar 1966 in Life Magazine

Publication: https://books.google.de/books?id=IlYEAAAAMBAJ