#john biggers

[fashionlandscapeblog]

John Biggers Homage to the See Saw, 1974 Conté crayons on cream wove paper.

[oldsardens]

John Biggers - Midnight Hour

[hclib]

Celebration of Life Mural

On April 10, 1996, local artists and members of the press gathered at Sumner Library to learn the names of the 12 young and emerging artists who would paint a landmark, but short-lived, mural on the northside of Minneapolis.

Over the following months, the selected 12 worked under the direction of local lead artists Seitu Jones and TaCoumba Aiken to bring to life the Celebration of Life mural. The design of noted muralist John Biggers, Celebration of Life used African and modern imagery to tell stories of creation and life through 24 uniquely designed panels. (A guide to the meaning of each panel is available in Special Collections.) The mural was painted on a sound barrier wall at the intersection of Lyndale Ave. N and Olson Memorial Highway and marked the first time the Minnesota Department of Transportation allowed a mural on one of its barrier walls.

Despite its celebrated beginning, the mural only stood for five years. Changes after the settlement of the Hollman v. Cisneros case led to the creation Heritage Park and plans to better connect this new housing community with the city street grid. As part of this plan, the sound barrier wall was to be removed, taking the mural with it.

On December 29, 2001, artists and the local community again gathered at Sumner Library to say goodbye to the mural. After a farewell ceremony, supporters and some of the mural's original artists walked to the wall one last time. On New Year's Eve, over the objections of protestors, the mural and the wall were demolished.

Video clip from an ARTifacts television episode produced by the City of Minneapolis in 1996. Watch the full episode in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections. Brochure from the Minneapolis and Hennepin County Vertical Subject Files.

[introspect-la]

STUDY FOR WEB OF LIFE BY JOHN BIGGERS (1958)

[kellymrichman]

Guest Essay: “Oh, My Dark Children”: Seeing the Holy Mothers of the Harlem Renaissance in the Art of John Biggers

Click here to read my guest essay for New World Symphony, written for their 2024 I Dream a World: Mary Lou's Harlem Festival.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny Phantom finds John Constantine’s trenchcoat floating around in the Ghost Zone, having accumulated enough magical effects to form its own ghostly entity upon its “death” (it being destroyed somehow).

Thus, Danny decides to help the coat make its way back to reunite with its human. He figures it shouldn’t take too long, and he does like helping people. Plus, the whole situation will make a hilarious story to tell his friends later.

[weaselmcdiesel]

Do You Love The Color Of The 413?

[jeanivere]

john marston redraw of some doodle i made a year ago

old art below cut

i made him greasier lol

[clary-jace]

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE and SARAH CAMERON ROUTLEDGE in Outer Banks | 4x05 - "Albatross"

[yeyinde]

Been on something lately with Price + someone more reserved/avoidant when it comes to sex.

Someone who doesn't have any real, tangible desire for intimacy. Romance. Outside of a few summers spent rutting against their pillow, chasing the spiralling ends of a hazy daydream with their fingers stuffed inside their panties, chanting be normal, this is normal, you want this in their head as they think of vague shapes, shadowed anatomy; a featureless silhouette rutting between their thighs, they just don't have that drive to pursue something like this.

And it's over drinks when it comes out (too many, of course; but Price has this way of needling under your skin, patronising you with just a shallow lift of his brow whenever you order water: a sly, subtle challenge in blue, one you feel obligated to meet—). Tipsy, loose lipped, you confess that you just don't really get the appeal. It's fine, you whine, fingers tapping out an off-rhythm beat on the worn wood. When it's just fantasy, but the idea of it, of sex and romance and everything else that comes after is a little too much.

A shame, he says, but he listens. Takes in your words with a gruff counter of his own, volleying back his own desires until they swallow yours whole.

And when he finds out you never really learned how to touch yourself—something he finds truly sad, detestable, really—he takes it upon himself to teach you the wonders of it. Of sex.

(with him. Only him, of course. Because you not wanting to fuck anyone else is perfectly fine. Great, even. But not wanting to fuck him? Well. He'll fix that character flaw with his own hand.)

He takes you home. Drunk little thing. Can't even handle your liquour, mm? He's really gotta do everything for you, doesn't he? But you go willingly, stumbling after him like a little puppy until he pulls you down on his lap, back flush against his broad chest, and slips his hand down your pants. Shush, don't worry, doll. Just relax. He'll show you what you're missing out on.

Bullies desire, want, into you with the rough slide of his hand, cooing mockingly in your ear when your body reacts to his touch. See? told you you'd get nice and wet for me, mm? Now, let's make this pretty pussy cum, love. Shush, don't fight it. Just give in. That's a good girl—

He sees you as something he can mould. Break. Tame.

A pretty project to force into the role he wants with every fibre of his being: a wife. In the truest sense of the word too because as much as he wants an adorable little mantelpiece to put behind stained glass, worship when it's convenient for him to do so, he wants someone to mould their existence around him. Soft edges to his harder ones. Kisses on his forehead before he leaves for work. Dinner on the table when he gets home. Knees locked tight to your ears, waiting for his cock every night.

And you're the perfect fit for the role, aren't you? Sweet girl. Just needed a firmer hand, didn't you? Someone to tell you what to do, what you need.

There's nothing wrong with you, he says, slipping his thick fingers through your swollen, wet folds, pads tight against your sopping, pulsing hole. It's more cum than slick that leaks out of you now, and he hums around an exhale when he pushes it back in, feeling the way your body responds. Fluttering, flexing, trying to pull him in deeper. Reacting to his touch perfectly.

Like you were made for him—

"Jus' needed me to come along and give you what you needed, mm? Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on."

[mx-paisley]

3 artist, 3 base collab

I made the hands transparent. I tried to render it to look like a smooth colored plastic sheet cutouts on top of the canvas. I think I did okay but definitely needs improving :]

The right pic is the base by K_MB001

[oldsardens]

John Biggers - Family of Six

[potato-lord-but-not]

hello hi new pillowfort post (jarthur edition) I have nothing to say for myself really

[nekrosmos]

More lazy mornings 🐻​🌈​

[mischievous-thunder]

Meanwhile Wade:

[hey-hey-j]

that's an actual crossword clue I had to look up

(★ my Kofi)