#quiltlike

[kingshuk-artz]

African tribal Mask. Is it my collection? 😃 #tribalmask #mask #art #tribalart #mixedmediaart #moleculesofemotion #rawart #dreamyoga #geometricexpressionism #quiltlike #abstractwatercolor #tribal #africanmask #gridpainting #postgraffiti #primitiveart #opticalart #africanart #pencildrawing #mosaicart #watercolorquilting #neocubism #neoprimitive #masks #neoexpressionism #geometricdesign #cutout #hardedge #musicpainting #tribe https://www.instagram.com/p/Cegc_0sjhco/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[madamewoolite]

Decided the overall style that I would go for with this quiltlike thing #beekeepersquilt https://www.instagram.com/p/CSEQhobL7zX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[abf613]

first artist: Gustav Klimt - Austrian native artist that mixed golf leaf and paint for large scale pieces. He was a  secessionist artist that defied the classical approaches to painting

#1 - “Hope II”  by Gustav Klimt  - one of my favorite collage paintings - inspiration with color and background choice #2 - “ Death and life” also by Klimt - love the play on dark and biblical references to the left with the crosses patching death vs. the light, patchy quiltlike texture to the right #3 - “Judith and the Head of Holofernes” - love the use of gold leaf collaged onto this one

second artist: Lance Letscher - modern working Texas artist who graduated in 80s from the University of Texas and works with collage pieces - not painting usually 

#4 - “Big Eye” - Lance Letscher - this is made using metal scrap parts and is outside the South Congress bookstore - very large mural that “caught my eye”

[widykegast]

high school au the m9 are on a trivia team. here is how they wear their team jackets

fjord - wears it normally

caduceus - ties it around his shoulders

beau - gets it a size big and cuts off the sleeves

jester - completely modifies it so she can wear it like a cape

molly - cuts it into little pieces that he sews, quiltlike, into the rest of his jacket

yasha - throws it over her shoulder

nott - cuts out the little patches with the team name and her name and sews them onto the jacket she actually likes. has beau's sleeves

caleb - doesn't

[colderfruit]

b said “message me when you wake up” so when i woke up i checked our messages and b texted me a picture of four little booklets patterned with daisies and said “my very best friend (tentative best friend!) that i still need to know better than his door and his plates asked for one and i just said: no.” implied that this is their uni best friend, which i was so happy to hear about, i saw the plates big and white and drying on a rack in his basement apartment, and the dingy door like a fold-up ironing board. also implied that they said no so curtly because the notebooks reminded them of me. i remember the red and yellow books were on top, with a green one extant, don’t remember the color of the last. told me they were in a baking show, i “caught” an episode but it was a recording on my phone and the only thing i knew was that they won the episode--it “paid off” i remember thinking, though i don’t remember what. a field to play soccer in. i asked them about the episode as if i hadn’t watched it and they said “i’m winning!” which was better even than finding out in the first place, because they said it. they told me there were like two people left, which was strange because the episode i “watched” seemed like one of the early ones, but obviously happy. i wish i could remember some of what they won on; i was just so happy they were being appreciated. coffee cake, blackberry tarts?

we were crushed in a small space in my room, where the blue bin of clothes under my bookshelf is, but so enclosed. i was reading their published poetry, and in the text commentary they provided i could see the similarities from what i remembered of the things they prefaced the poems with when they sent them to me originally. i laid the book, which had glossy pages and small black font, down on the floor to read and saw that they called me “friend” in the poems, as if we were pilgrims matching hands. my mom came in and nearly as soon as she started talking i smashed a blue and white vase that does not actually exist on my dresser, she left in disgust and left b to deal with me, which they did:

elsewhere a slide, an awful conveyer belt, “people” saying lines that react to what you’re saying--like the interactive burlesque show h told me about. lines involved declarative statements: you are [blank]. wanted to--eat? some people on conveyer belt, my friend sacrificed two french people by pointing out their suitability in our stead (they only wanted to eat “females” which all four of us “were” but the french people... had more space in their heads, or something) they slithered down to get them and we passed arduously up this seatbelt mountain, still sitting, until we were in the part of the slide that was like a rollercoaster. we were sitting ass in little tin cans like teacups and moving over a clothesline out of the frame. once we got... dumped down a chute? all of the people who had been moving were together with a chalkboard trying to figure out what we “were”--what the statements they made really meant. someone got up in front and drew a diagram of an awful pig where the different parts of the pig’s body corresponded to the things they said about us. the one i remember most is the one that corresponded to the haunches, the thighs of the pig, something like: pulverized, gregarious, kind. giving. we all said bemused again and again: “i am [the thigh word]” trying to figure out if it was true.

and while all this was happening i weakly knocked on b’s chest, the kind of play-slapping you could do with a baby. thought of it as “hitting” asked them to “hit” me back. they “did” eventually but it was more like just pressing on my chest. i laughed--i was really happy--and told them to do it again.

a model of a train suspended as if a fog made up of pin-faults in glass. outside the windows, desolate trampled-on snow, twiggy, ran and ran. the car we were looking at was long and grand, with two major seating areas each with their own two fireplaces, facing each other. one had long tables and chairs, like a library, and the other had furniture like a beach house you’d rent in virginia. white whicker low chairs with bright yellow and pink cushions, the color of peeps. i whisked the image back and forth and asked b what the problem with it was--this was the train that ran between the two of us, and i was asking why they wouldn’t take it. or, someone was asking me again and again and it transformed into my asking them. b zoomed in to the closet, where strange quiltlike scarves hung, and cited the oddness of the patchwork sections, which did not look like faces but were analogous to them. “they’re so ugly!” purple first, than orange, than a little brown thing that was like a face, looked like anpanman.

[labmuffin]

Skills I have: Looking too young to be trusted by door-to-door charity people ⠀ Skills I don't have: Stopping my quilt from bunching up unless I sew it in with a metre of thread ⠀ #slippery #adultskills #grownup #quiltlike #bedlinen

[roderick752]

El Anatsui #art #deyoungmuseum #quiltlike #textile #sculpture #metal

[kingshuk-artz]

Masai Mask of African tribal. My new collection. #tribalmask #mask #art #tribalart #tribal #africanmask #rawart #moleculesofemotion #mixedmediaart #africanart #primitiveart #neoprimitive #dreamyoga #geometricexpressionism #pencildrawing #mosaicart #neoexpressionism #quiltlike #abstractwatercolor #masks #geometricdesign #cutout #hardedge #gridpainting #musicpainting #tribe #africa #linepainting #postgraffiti #cubism https://www.instagram.com/p/CclJV4nsD1f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=