#intellectual splenda

[sommebat]

Writing in Subliminal Choir

It's so edgy. Whether or not a personal emblem of these dictations are modest, the typical action expected for it's onlookers is to be read. Preposing the interaction with very little difficulty, I'm going to leave this link right riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight HERE: https://ko-fi.com/sommebat ..so tht my questions page looks less like a pile of auto-gen bulls#*!. . . Are you a QUERENT, (Do you prefer a Venti?) - Try Me on some Ko-Fi. If there are any questions, ask from where you are doubted, and put your best feature footwards. Out the door with you.

[swiftlyfindingmyplaceinthisworld]

matcha and chai ✨

matcha: favourite book?

Oh goodness, I have so many but my top two series are Vampire Academy and Gallagher Girls. I wish I had some deep, intellectual answer but I’m YA trash haha

chai: what do you order at starbucks?

Iced Mocha on Skim with two Splenda

[uhhh-some-guy]

You: sugar daddy

Me, an intellectual: Splenda Spender

[theactingpoet]

This will only take a moment of your time.

If you opened this. There's a chance you want to read it. Along with the other details that pertain to the material on this page. I would like to inform you that none of this by law is applicable in nature. So please do not try this at school. People will not understand the vast amounts of intellectual power that go into works of literary nonsense. So do continue to read as I begin to release all of the juicy information I have stored up in this volume of lines that construct the piece you have made. At this point you are probably wondering if this is going to come to some head or punch line. I can assure you that is most certainly will not. But there is a small chance that by reading the passage in full, you will be able to decipher a most irregular code. You must read and re-read until the words just shout to you," this is what I'm saying!!!" Until then be sure to diligently read until you can fully understand the materiel presented in this piece. Thank you very much for reading. Have a beautiful day.

Remember Love and Light are always right but don't forget about the splenda.

[thebestmelodyever]

Cabaret Man (“Life is a Cabaret” by Fred Ebb) oil with acrylic medium and newspaper print 28"x22"

 Come hear the music play!

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

Come to the cabaret!

      The portrait, Cabaret Man, incorporates an excerpt from the song Life is a Cabaret.  Collaging text using magazine and newspaper print to my portrait paintings has become “my thing”.  I include poetry excerpts to accomplish two goals: first, to enhance the overall image and second, to introduce the viewer to the person in the portrait.  The various colors, sizes, and fonts of each letter add to the visual dynamics of the overall painting. The poetry illuminates the portrait:  adding meaning to the image, which provides the viewer a way to connect emotionally and/or intellectually to the individual in the painting. 

    The idea to use poetry initially occurred when I did the portrait, So Much Depends.  I wanted this painting of my husband to include his favorite poem and in trying to decide how to include the text to the painting, the memory of the 1960s shows The FBI and Dragnet came to mind. Whenever an episode dealt with a kidnapping, the kidnapper’s ransom note was ALWAYS done with magazine and newsprint lettering.  Those ransom notes, for me to remember them fifty years later, must have really impressed my elementary age mind!  I really liked the final look of Bob’s portrait and so I have continued using the “ransom note” lettering. I even created the fancy reasoning that I include in my artist statement and also included in the first paragraph above.  

    I first met Cabaret Man seven years ago at the first Hendershots, located on Tallassee Road in Athens, GA.  On my way to somewhere else, I often stopped off there to get a large skim milk latte with two Splendas.  One morning, I was headed to the Georgia Museum of Art to lead a tour and stopped at Hendershots to pick up a latte. My official museum docent badge caught his attention and he asked me about it and after that first quick conversation, we became “fast acquaintances.”

     Several years ago the location of Hendershots changed and is therefore no longer an “on-my-way” coffee stop but chances are if I do stop, I might very well see Cabaret Man at the bar drinking coffee; reading and writing on his laptop.  Three years ago, while chatting with a friend over a cup of coffee, he noticed us and came over to say hello.  For some reason, which I later discovered the answer, I wanted to take a photo of him and the photo became this painting.  

    Last week I mentioned to my son that I was writing the stories to the sixteen paintings that are going to be in my art show. I told him that I was at a loss as to what to write for Cabaret Man because I didn’t want to share personal information about him.  My son pointed out that through out history artists have painted portraits of people they have met in restaurants and pubs and I could write about that.  

      I liked his idea and thanks to Google, locating paintings was very easy and enlightening, as you can see in the two paintings done by Vincent Van Gogh.  These are two of several portraits that Van Gogh painted of the 47-year-old railroad station postman, Joseph Roulin.  Van Gogh and Joseph Roulin met and became good friends and drinking companions. Van Gogh found him to be "such a good soul and so wise and so full of feeling and so trustful." Strictly by appearance, Roulin reminded van Gogh of Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoyevsky, having the same broad forehead, broad nose, and shape of the beard.

    Cabaret Man’s appearance doesn’t remind me of Dostoyevsky but evidently, he must subconsciously remind me of Joseph Roulin which I instantly realized when I came upon these two paintings in my Google search. Cabaret Man and I have not become good friends or drinking companions in the last seven years but I have talked to him enough and read all of his Facebook posts to say that I find him, as Van Gogh found Joseph Roulin, to be “such a good soul and so wise and so full of feeling and so trustful.”  Now I know why I painted this portrait, Cabaret Man (“Life is a Cabaret” by Fred Ebb).

[hypercam2]

i know people love to shit on the "i don't want to use labels" crowd but can you really blame them when you nerds have been arguing about labels for nearly a decade. i'm so fucking tired of it. an elderly ex-professor came into my work today, 6:20 PM he orders his usual espresso with cream and a splenda and goes to sit by the fireplace but today he hung around the bar to chat for a little while. he said that video games were like mind control because they take up your time that you could be using to think about other, more intellectually stimulating things. i know tumblr brain poisoning isn't a "video game" per se but it really does beg the question: does any of this actually fucking matter? and the answer is no!

[backtoodecember]

⭐️ cause you're too sweet and your header is mood af

many thanks for being an intellectual and also you're a lot sweeter... like splenda