#overzize

[robertsbarbie]

the branding for the paris olympics is genuinely so good and everytime i see a dude bro be like ‘mmm here’s what i would do’ and its the most devoid of life and meaning thing you’ve ever seen in your life i die a little on the inside 😭

[ambertamm]

amazing to see everyone center bob marley but fail to center what made bob marley who he is:

Rastafari.

[green-x-reaper]

|| Spoilers:

I don't give a flying fuck about Ashley

But my homie LUIS-

I know he gonna die but ISTG HIS DEATH IS GONNA HAVE ME LIKE-

[dyeher]

Includes| Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warnings| Exhibitionism, D/S Undertones, Overstimulation, Anal Sex.

Notes| @audrinui ❤️

sakusa finds you on your knees in the last shower stall, all the way at the end of the private showers. he’s disgusted. you’ve been stripped bare, a cloth- one he recognizes as his own- is stuffed into your mouth and muffles your sobs effectively. sakusa wonders briefly what the fuck is wrong with hajime. sure, they’d made a mistake but, this kind of punishment was a stretch. when did he even get the time to drag you in here? was it after the first set? why didn’t sakusa noticed that you’d left your seat?

it doesn’t actually matter now because, hajime has left instructions. five orgasms for you and two for sakusa, at least that’s what you inform him. he doesn’t want to know what happens if they don’t meet these requirements, so he nods his understanding and steps into the stall to close the glass door. sakusa watches you shift around to move your legs, so you were sitting on your ass and then he watches them fall open. sakusa scowls openly when he assesses that hajime has also left him presents.

you’re plugged up. both holes sport plugs, none of them are sakusa’s and the scowl deepens when you shift around and cum leaks out around the one in your pussy. does hajime really expect him to fuck you while you’re like this? you were filthy, sakusa didn’t even know how long you’d been like this. there’s the clearing of a throat outside and sakusa feels the hair on his arms and back raise. the devil himself.

“you have fifteen minutes before the rest of the team comes in here,” hajime says. “unless you want them to hear you two fucking, in which case, I have no objections.” sakusa doesn’t think about his actions after that, it was best he didn’t. he turns the shower on to drown out most sounds and drags you to your feet.

you cum the first time, against his fingers. he doesn’t remove the plugs just rubs gentle circles into your clit, whispers how badly he needs you to cum until you do, and the force dislodges the plug in your pussy and sakusa grimaces at the sight of cum running down your inner thighs. he turns you around, so your back is pressed against his damp chest. grinds into your ass and when you plead, beg: “please, please, fuck me, I’m a good girl, I’m a go-” he wraps long arms around you, to keep you upright as he fucks into you.

sakusa likes to tell himself that he’s disgusted by the way hajime’s cum acts as lube for him but, he’s not. some sick part of him loves it. loves that hajime has filled you up with his cum with sakusa in mind. an, I love you of sorts, using their pretty baby as the messenger.

sakusa gets you to orgasm number two before the first voices filter into the room. you’re on your knees again, his cock deep in your throat, too busy chasing his orgasm to even notice that hajime has joined you.

hajime thinks this is the worst form of punishment he’s ever dished out. yet, not an ounce of guilt lives in him. he watches with rapt attention as sakusa throws his head back and cums with a shout that hajime knows the others have heard.

“eh?” he hears atsumu first. “ye hear that shouyo-kun?” hajime frowns when hinata says he doesn’t. sakusa comes down from his high and hajime is impressed with how quickly his face can switch from pleasured to disgusted.

you turn to hajime too and hajime melts a little at the spit coated state of your lips, chin and neck, pretty, he thinks. he notes the plug in your ass is till intact and narrows his eyes at sakusa. “so, you want them to hear?”

sakusa doesn’t respond, elects to pretend that hajime isn’t there at all as he pulls you up to your feet once more. he turns you around and bends you toward hajime roughly. hajime catches you of course and kisses you gently while sakusa pulls the plug out of your ass. he chuckles against your lips when he hears the tch he’d come to love escape sakusa.

“you played so well bokuto-san!” shouyo’s overzealous voice comes closer and hajime watches in amusement as sakusa tenses. “your spikes were all blam! and wham!”

hajime kisses you again to muffle his laughter. you moan loudly when the plug slips free with a squelch and both men freeze because everyone outside goes quiet. hajime and sakusa lock eyes and sakusa gulps.

“eh? omi-kun?” atsumu calls out.

“ignore him,” hajime mouths at sakusa and sakusa listens, he grabs your waist to anchor himself as the head of his cock disappears into your ass.

“kiyoomi!” you wail and hajime’s palms twitch with the need to cover your mouth, but something about the way sakusa’s grip tightens on your waist as footsteps pad closer forces him to stay still. hajime swallows the wave of arousal that threatens to drown him when he realizes sakusa might…like this. like being caught or even seen.

“omi…omi-san has someone with him,” hinata tries to whisper and hajime grins when there’s a collective gasp. sakusa’s pace speeds up and hajime’s dick throbs. he rearranges you so that your hands press against the glass of the door behind him and the gasp repeats itself. hajime moves around to stand next to sakusa. he drags a palm down your spine, circles a finger around your puckered hole where it’s stretched to accommodate his girth.

kiyoomi’s hips stutter and you yelp stumbling further into the door until the side of your face is pressed into the glass. you’re too overstimulated to care about the fact that you’ve just exposed yourself to everyone outside.

“please get back to what you’re doing,” ushijima’s voice sounds shaky, even hajime can hear it but, he doesn’t care. his eyes are glued to the way sakusa’s cock is disappearing into you, displacing the cum he’d left there earlier.

“you like this?” hajime asks. he turns to stare into hooded eyes. he runs one rough palm up sakusa’s chest, taking his time to tweak at his nipples. saksua can’t stop the moan that escapes him and hajime chuckles when no sound comes from outside. he reaches his free hand back to your head and lifts you off the glass only to press you forward again. this time your entire chest is pressed against it, nipples dragging against the surface with every one of sakusa’s thrusts.

“please, please, please,” you’re babbling hajime hadn’t even realized before. “please, please, wanna cum ‘yoomi, haji wanna cum.” hajime wraps a hand around your body and with a gentle flick of his fingers against your clit you’re unravelling. you let out a scream into the bathroom and it’s accompanied by sakusa’s breathless panting of your name as he cums too. hajime holds you up with an arm, pulling you away from the glass door so that he can slide it open.

sakusa’s eyes are closed as he empties into your ass so, he can’t see the faces of his slack jawed teammates or hajime’s satisfied grin.

“omi-kun,” atsumu whispers. “yer so pretty when you cum.”

hajime hums his agreement and slides the door shut when sakusa’s eyes finally reopen. you’re limp in their arms and hajime watches sakusa come to terms with what just happened as he cleans you up. ushijima manages to herd everyone away from your stall but, not before muttering something about inappropriate things at the three of you.

“you liked it,” hajime says, matter-of-factly. “you really liked it.”

“I think he did,” you agree, as hajime massages sakusa’s shampoo into your hair.

sakusa goes to glare at him but, the sight of hajime under the spray of the water dries his mouth.

“we can finish this when we get home,” hajime continues and sakusa’s mouth opens to object, and only when hajime smacks you on the ass when you giggle at his reaction, does he realize he’s been baited.

“yes,” he acquiesces. “I did.”

[satoshi-mochida]

Utawarerumono: ZAN coming to PC in 2025 - Gematsu

Publishers DMM Games and Shiravune, and developer Aquaplus will release Utawarerumono: ZAN for PC via Steam in 2025, the companies announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Traditional Chinese language options.

Utawarerumono: ZAN first launched for PlayStation 4 on September 27, 2018 in Japan, followed by September 10, 2019 in North America and September 13, 2019 in Europe. The PC version will feature a number of PC-specific optimizations and enhancements.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

Turn up the music, grab your warfan, and get ready to mow down some mooks in this action-packed take on the Utawarerumono series!

Hack and Slash

Land big damage, juggle foes, and build up a combo counter into the hundreds! Carve your mark onto the battlefield while grooving out to over 80 tracks, including upbeat remixes of Utawarerumono‘s legendary soundtrack!

Four’s a Party

Build a team of four characters and switch anytime! Every fighter in your squad brings unique stats and abilities. Equip and improve gear to customize your loadout, choose powerful formations that complement your strengths, and power up your party after every battle!

Flashy Final Strikes

Dodge attacks and land hits to charge up Zeal, then spend it on unique and deadly Chain Attacks—or save up, enter Overzeal, and unleash a devastating Final Strike!

For the Mikado

Utawarerumono: ZAN follows the story of Utawarerumono: Mask of Deception, featuring slimmed-down exposition interspersed with button-pounding battles. When a man named Haku wakes up in an unfamiliar world, he quickly finds himself surrounded by a beautiful but strict caretaker and a motley crew of warriors, scholars, princesses, and heroic bandits. Under the direction of the dashing rogue Ukon, they’ll rescue damsels, stamp out conspiracies, stymie invasions, and build bonds as they fight to defend the land of Yamato from every threat… even the ones that wear masks.

[lower-management]

do I have permission to pretty please with a cherry ontop print a photo of you out to tape to my favourite teachers whiteboard? We basically hold a pride club in there and everyone brings in a photo of a cool person to be the 'overseer' (it makes us feel better about getting hatecrimed by younger years for our swag) and it's my turn this week-

I mean zure. I might not be the bezt overzeer zeeing az I am a demon but I did protect a whole azz civilization for quite e bit zo go for it. Been a boring week.

Alzo, if younger yearz make fun of ya juzt fucking pick them up and throw them. Workz juzt fine. Or throw back the zame ztuff they tell you at them. Even juzt ztaring at them workz.*

[gentleeclipsey]

Is it okay if you write about Blinky please? :)

Fun fact, Dictatious is older than Blinky! They're not twins as far as I gather from the wiki! This involves my variant of Dictatious, Dicta, so if he's out of character that's why, also have orphaned Galadrigal twins-

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Dicta was...exhausted. That was one word for how he felt. Two of his six eyes, damaged in the raid, left him worse for ware when hunting down the scraps to feed his little brother. The further bruising made it a more treacherous affair. Dicta was a youngling, only just barely what humans would describe as a 15 year old. His brother, Blinky, just barely a whelp, he was bathroom trained, able to somewhat grasp the situation, but lacked any skills to actually help.

Even so, their little hide away was decently well cared for no thanks to the elder Galadrigal. It was once a mighty trollish city, now overrun with what was left of their own home city after the barbaric clans raided it for breeders and supplies. The elder Galadrigal ducked into the curtained off shanty shack they'd occupied, his brother curled in one of the nests reading a spare book that'd been thrown out for being damaged.

"I found some of that fruit you were talking about." Dicta spoke low and careful, his face still burned from the wound. Blinky turned over quick in the nest, a smile splitting his little face as he bolted up from the old furs, "Dicky!" a terrible nickname, accompanied by a tight hug. Dicta twitched, but used his two free arms to loosely hug his brother back, "Here, eat." the command was simple, and the younger whelp dislodged from his brother to take the small sack he'd been carrying. Dicta undid his cape, rolling it up and laying it on a crate before slipping into the free nest as his brother dug through the bag.

"Oranges! I didn't think these were even in season anymore!" The excitement in Blinky's voice eased the pain in Dicta's chest. "We got lucky. Those were some of the last fruits on the branches."* Dicta distracted himself by undoing his boots, sighing heavy as he rubbed his aching heels. Before he could consider laying down a hand stretched into his vision, the brown and green eyes snapping to the biggest orange that had been in the bag. There were no words, but a soft flick of the ear before he gently accepted the tart fruit.

Blinky sat in his nest, not bothering to peel the round orange balls before he ate them one at a time, "Hear anything of mother and father?" The words came out hopeful, full of innocence like only a whelp his age could hold. Dicta froze, the uncovered eyes all pointing to his little brother for a split moment before the lie slipped between his teeth. "No, nothing yet Blink. But...I'm sure I'll find them soon. When I do, we'll all go see great aunt Abdwen when we do, just like they promised us." He reached a hand overz ruffling his little brother's mane, "Dicky!" Blinky pouted and shoved the hand away playfully, moving to fix his ruffled hair.

Dicta held that smile, even as much as he knew that they'd never go see great aunt Abdwen again.

[streaminn]

this is chaotic sorry in advanced.

Twin anon here! I made notes while reading on my catch-up venture

Oh my god the idea that a bunch of people have to sign a contract saying wednesday can attack them if she feels threatened is so funny. Like- something had to have happened to lead to this, right? Her team realized it was the best option so Wednesday doesn’t get jailed or bad publicity but her fans just go feral anyway anytime Wednesday puts a knife to someone’s throat

Monster fucker Wednesday confirmed !!! I mean hey was it ever really doubted…

Reached monster fucker anon and that made me laugh. From a pr perspective I honestly think with what Wednesday writes her being a monster fucker would be good. I mean- that’s who she writes for, if you really think about it. Her audience is full of monsterfuckers from the normie x monster shit she writes. Sure, she has horror and what not but the base of it is still that. The question isn’t whether she’s a monster fucker it is what monster she wants to fuck her !!!

Oh my god! I got to the stalker lore stuff and I love it!!! I’m very happy to read more of it and now I have such a better understanding. I knew enid went feral but damn !!! There is no getting in the way of Wednesday and Enid. It makes me happy though that they were able to get past all of this trauma to end up in a much better place where they both can physically be together and love each other. It really speaks to how strong their relationship is like there is absolutely nothing that could ever break the two of them apart.

I have to wonder if anyone at nevermore or hell even in Jericho remember Wednesday (she’s hard to forget) and see her as this celebrity figure. Do they talk about it? Do they bring it up? Do they try to say what happened at nevermore? Are the whispers just brushed away as an old classmate wanting to hate on them? Just rumors bubbled up to ruin Wednesdays image? Or, really, would it not even be blinked at because this is Wednesday Addams after all? (some nevermore students and people of Jericho definitely have a “Wednesday Addams traumatized me” therapy group) OH or does everyone think all the old Jericho people are crazy because wednesday turned her school years into books (unknown to the public) so it just looks like they are taking what she’s written wayyy to seriously

Oh my god the short of enid in jail was heartbreaking. It cements even more how much they deserve. Like- Enid in her life has reached a state where she is so overly loved. She can play video games, laugh, smile, be jump scared and run into the arms of her *wife* at the end of it all. You did a fantastic job writing it!!!

I caught up! Only took me three hours :D

Shout out to writer anon! They’re amazing. I don’t know who you are but all the little shorts were beautiful and really well written. It’s so nice that so many people come together for fics/fandom things.

Back on my twin Enid agenda. I think my twin enid ways is just shit posting at this point. It’ll be so clear there is only one Enid and here I am in my corner tangled around in red string doubling down as if Wednesday Addams herself did not just finally announce that yes, she is married to the one and only endespair. When the Clark Kentification goes to hard smh. Doubling down by saying, you know what, actually, there is a twin and it’s just a messy triangle- No a square, because Wednesday now also has a twin. Case closed. Twin anon staying strong.

Anyway! Away from that stupidity lmao!!! Streamer enid au stays being one of my favorites! Your ideas are always so fantastic and I love thinking about these two so much. I hope you’ve been doing well!

OMYGOD TWIN ANON ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU

i deadass thought i ran you off with how i spiralled the twin spin off into its whole thing

also no worries :) nothing wrong with some chaotic rambling so lemme read whatchu got for me

but yeah, there was definitely a scene during wednesday's early years where a fan got too overzealous and a contract had to be made bc she nearly stabbed someone

now its just normal to have these contracts if you ever want wednesday addams in your event

also clearly the monster she wants to fuck her is enid a werewolf, like cmon. Its not even a joke, the amount of wolf imagery is rampant in all her works

glad people like the stalker lore, it wont come up alot bc adult wenclair has moved past it but i wanted to use it to explain why enid is so easily strict on her boundaries esp with chat

as for if jericho and nevermore remembering wednesday? yeah no they definitely know her, with the amount of shit wenclair get up too its hard to forget the werewolf and its master staining their monuments red

they do crow abt it at times but they're so secluded its not really that noticeable. There are the occasional post from a disgruntled adult of long before but that's about it. Definitely looks like an in universe viper roleplayer though!

glad you like my short on jail enid, she's a little crazy but who wouldn't if you gone through what she did in that cell? luckily she got way better, so everything is much tolerable now :)

(also damn, you went through all that content in 3 hours?? i didn't think there was that much. Thank you so much for spending time to do so bc holyshit)

ALSO YEAHHH SHOUT OUT DEFINITELY TO WRITER ANON!! AND JD AND EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME BUILD THE AU

it was really fun :^D

ah yes, wednesday addams and her twin Viper addams. She totally has a sister who's the actor and her the author

thank you again for liking the streamer enid au so much, it was genuinely so fun building it and ot think it took like two-three months to fully build it is mindboggling!!

i'll be doing better nowadays mate, hope you have a good day aswell

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

for your mini fics, how about "Feeling better now, are we?" *sickie throws up again* "never mind, I spoke too soon" - when a sickie has been throwing up all night/morning and they've finally managed to control their stomach and not puke again for all of 5 minutes before they're being sick again. Maybe for sick Seungmin and caretaker Felix?

<3

Felix sat in the dark room with Seungmin as he threw up once more. He’s been puking all night straight, not once getting more than a minute to breathe before being thrown over the bucket. Th group was all taking shifts staying with him through the night, and now it was Felix’s turn.

Eventually however, after much back rubbing and vomit, it seemed to have finally shown some remorse. It has been about 5 minutes, just long enough do decide it was overz

“Felling better now, are we?”

But he spoke too soon, and Seungmin lurched forward at just that moment with a wave somehow larger and lasting longer than it had for hours.

“Guess not.”

🫶

mini and full fics open still <3

[spicedere]

The school years almost overz and he's going to a different school next year. Monday I'm gonna confess to him, wish me luck!!! 🤞💌

[bambi-bimbobraiz]

Like um why can't 7 guys cumz all overz me it'd be like so totes hot!!!!

[honeybunstar]

hey btw coinfight iz overz !! Just in case u didn’t know !! /gen

Oops nvermind I was silly and didnt see the updated info >w</gen

[symphony649]

I ordered a small and it fits pretty good since it’s supposed to be overzized so I rec going medium or something so you can look like the picture access the link here

[pathfinders-rp]

Mhm something comfortable, I would be fine with a overziced shirt and short comfortable pants" he says and snuggled more backwards against the older.

"Comfy short and oversized tee, coming right up." Magnus said, closing his eyes as he let his magic work, changing the clothes on Darien's body like it was no big deal, even giving him fresh underwear and socks too, then the shorts, and one of his own shirts, which had an oversized look on Darien.

[jurjenkvanderhoek]

DE WERKELIJKHEID VOLGENS ANTONIO LÓPEZ

“Schilderen, daar houd ik echt van. Maar tekenen is ook prachtig, niet iedereen kan dat. Iedereen kan schilderen, maar niet iedereen kan tekenen. In het tekenen vind ik een manier om te communiceren. De taal van tekenen is vloeiend en natuurlijk. Eenvoudig en simpel. Maar tegelijkertijd zo complex.” Dat het niet eenvoudig is om een goede tekening neer te zetten blijkt uit het werk van Antonio López. Wie nog in staat is om de tentoonstelling in het Drents Museum te bezoeken zal dit beamen. Nog tot en met 2 juni presenteert deze meester van het Spaanse realisme daar zijn werk. Wie de zaal binnengaat wordt gewaarschuwd in een donkere ruimte terecht te komen. Hier staan in gedimd tot oplichtend licht enkele van López beeldhouwwerken opgesteld. Houten en gipsen modellen waaruit blijkt dat de kunstenaar meer is dan schilder en tekenaar. In het licht van de zaal daarna vallen meteen de menshoge kinderkoppen op. Het is een overtuigende kennismaking met de kunstenaar.

Voor de catalogus bij de tentoonstelling is algemeen directeur Harry Tupan met Antonio López in gesprek. De kunstenaar is openhartig en spreekt gedetailleerd over de kunst in het algemeen en zijn kunst in het bijzonder, even nauwkeurig als dat hij zijn werk heeft opgezet. Precisie en nauwkeurigheid vormen het fundament van zijn werk, deze zijn voor López essentieel. “Ik heb twee grote liefdes gekend die mij veel hebben geleerd en enorm hebben beïnvloed”, laat hij weten. “Enerzijds de oude, anderzijds de moderne kunst.” In zijn studietijd ontdekte hij het surrealisme en leerde anders naar de wereld kijken. Hij leerde de wereld begrijpen. Zijn vroege werken hebben nog elementen die boven de werkelijkheid steken, maar allengs laat hij deze los en geeft enkel de werkelijkheid weer zoals hij deze ziet. Deze ervaring, die belevenis, wil hij met zijn werk aan de kijker overbrengen. Veel van zijn tijdgenoten waagden de stap naar abstractie, maar López is simpel gelukkig wanneer hij realistische kunst maakt. Het vastleggen van dingen waar hij blij van wordt. Een drang tot herkenbare schoonheid in een technisch uitstekende uitvoering.

Echter toch niet met een fotorealistische kijk, een fotografisch oog, hoewel hij wel de werkelijkheid rauw sensitief en schilderachtig wil laten zien. Hoewel de straten leeg zijn is het panorama vol van leven. Een ruimtelijke benadering van de werkelijkheid. In de stadsgezichten is elk detail opgenomen, maar de mens ontbreekt. Niet opzettelijk, door zijn langzame manier van werken concentreert hij zich op statische elementen. Bijna altijd zijn de straten leeg, maken de stadsschilderijen een verstilde indruk. Het zijn werelden waar de tijd stilstaat. In de stilte overheerst de opwinding van het zijn dat er was en weer komen gaat. Het moment dat alles een ogenblik pas op de plaats houdt, de siësta – het leven heeft de deur achter zich gesloten. “De wereld is een chaos en er is een wil in mij om daar structuur in aan te brengen. Ik probeer die structuur door te voeren in mijn werk, anders heb ik het gevoel dat ik ‘val’.”

Binnen de hedendaagse Spaanse schilderkunst bestaat er geen andere kunstenaar die de stad Madrid zo waarheidsgetrouw en gedetailleerd heeft verbeeld als Antonio López, stelt kunsthistoricus Albert Mercadé. Bewust van de stedelijke werkelijkheid, de geest van de stad, schildert hij zowel de betere als de slechtere buurten zonder dingen weg te poetsen. Hij heeft een fascinatie voor het mysterie van de weidse vergezichten, de opeengepakte atmosfeer, het compacte licht en de raadselachtige gevels. De mensen zelf afbeelden zou de waarneming van de stedelijke omgeving vertroebelen, alleen hun sporen zijn indirect zichtbaar. Vastgelegd op momenten van maximale rust, rond zonsopgang en zonsondergang om de straten te kunnen afbeelden in hun volle, mysterieuze glorie geeft het de gebouwen en wegen een wonderlijke lading. López zoekt bij voorkeur een hoge positie van welke plek hij als in vogelvlucht een overzicht over de te portretteren stad heeft. Op een dergelijke manier kan hij vanaf dat standpunt de werkelijkheid analyseren. Ontleedt hij het beeld, anatomiseert de tijd in die werkelijkheid. Want hij heeft een grote hoeveelheid tijd nodig om zijn tafereel te maken. In die tijd is hij op reis met het beeld. Het licht van de gaande dag verschuift de werkelijkheid, de realiteit is in beweging en dient telkens opnieuw een duiding te krijgen, verklaart te worden. López wil de werkelijkheid zichtbaar maken maar deze niet letterlijk weerspiegelen. Wat ik zie in de werken is niet het moment op die plek, het is de invulling die de kunstenaar aan de voorstelling heeft gegeven. Hij heeft het niet dood geschilderd, maar levend verbeeld.

Antonio López wil de werkelijkheid volledig ontleden en isoleren, vereenvoudigen en natuurlijk maken. Aldus kan hij de werkelijkheid op eenvoudige manier presenteren in zijn werk. Door alle ruis uit zijn kunst te bannen blijft als onderwerp de intieme dagelijkse werkelijkheid over. Uiteindelijk is hij tot een nieuwe beeldtaal voor de Spaanse realistische kunst gekomen. De verhaallijnen, versieringen en details zijn verdwenen en het door López gekozen thema is sober, direct en mysterieus weergegeven. Niet ontstaan uit een bovennatuurlijke benadering om de natuurlijke werkelijkheid te overstijgen. Daarentegen een sobere perfectie door steeds iets meer weg te laten. Hij is ervan overtuigd dat een schilderij nooit de volledige werkelijkheid, zoals hij deze wil overbrengen, kan vastleggen.

Toch denk ik in het Drents Museum en bij het bekijken van de catalogus een totale realiteit te zien. Vooral in de tekeningen zet de kunstenaar zo gedetailleerd de plaats delict op dat er geen werkelijkheid meer bij kan. De getekende, huiselijke inkijkjes van de kunstenaar zijn doorregen met nostalgie. Het mysterieuze karakter wordt niet veroorzaakt door de voorstelling zelf, maar door de manier waarop de kunstenaar die heeft geënsceneerd. De tekening lijkt de kunstenaar te hebben vervoerd naar een verre dimensie. Het interieur dat wel als met een fish-eye objectief wordt bekeken is een portret van de intimiteit van de schilder. Het is een best voorbeeld van de moderne Spaanse figuratie.

López komt in zijn afbeeldingen van een huiselijke omgeving tot de kern van het alledaagse. Door inkijk te geven in de meest intieme werkelijkheid van de mens, de eigen privéomgeving, opent hij deuren die normaal gesproken gesloten blijven. Hij maakt onder meer het toiletteren tot hoofdzaak, waar het in de kunst meestal bijzaak is. Hij kijkt niet voorbij aan de wasbak of de toiletpot, maar toont deze ongegeneerd in zijn werk. Het 'gewone' schilderen, waaraan wij voorbij kijken, dat er schijnbaar niet toe doet, decor is. Maar juist dat voor het voetlicht brengen, uit de coulissen in de hoofdrol. In de tentoonstelling confronteert López de bezoeker met een uiterst gedetailleerde inkijk in de essentie van zijn wezen. Met hem ben ik op reis door zijn eigen huis, krijg ik inzicht in zijn meest persoonlijke universum. In zijn werk worden saaie en schijnbaar onbelangrijke dingen verhoogd tot zaken van betekenis. De grote potloodtekeningen laten precies zien hoe zijn werkruimte erbij ligt. Daarbij nodigt een raambeslag uit om het venster te openen, zo werkelijk heeft de tekenaar zijn onderwerp op papier gezet.

López is geobsedeerd door het leven. Het natuurlijke leven, precies zoals het is. Het leven is voor hem constant in beweging, maar legt het vast in de duurvorm van de tegenwoordige tijd. Zonder abstracte blik is er geen waardevolle presentatie van de werkelijkheid mogelijk. Het is altijd een combinatie van het tastbare en wat is waargenomen. Objectief versus subjectief. Hoewel het interieur en het stadsgezicht opvallende onderwerpen zijn, richt hij zijn blik ook op het bloemstilleven en portretten. Met een even verfijnde manier van werken komen deze uit de verf op het doek. Zijn gevoel ligt besloten in de werken. López’ geest waart door zijn oeuvre. Door zijn scherpe blik en langs zijn vaardige hand kijk ik in een werkelijkheid waarin de schilder op reis is, altijd onderweg.

Antionio López, Meester van het Spaanse realisme. Tekstuele bijdragen Harry Tupan, Albert Mercadé, Floor van Heuvel, Violant Porcel en Toine Moerbeek. Uitgave bij tentoonstelling in Drents Museum. Waanders Uitgevers, 2024.

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