#zack zdrale

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Zack Zdrale (b. 1977) American artist "The Conversation", oil on canvas

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Zack Zdrale

[reds-skull]

Me: damn I feel like painting Soap rn

Me an hour later: but what if I completely fuck him up tho

(inspired by this painting by Zack Zdrale)

[camisoledadparis]

Zack Zdrale (b.1977) American artist.

Ebb and Flow

[artdepo]

Zack Zdrale

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Tumult (2013)

Zack Zdrale

Oil on Canvas (36 x 24 inches)

[foolondahill17]

Zack Zdrale "the conversation" is Dean Winchester truthing

[worldsandemanations]

Zack Zdrale (b.1977) American artist. Ebb and Flow

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@darksilenceinsuburbiareloaded @bko69er

The work of contemporary realist painter Zack Zdrale (Zack Zdrale) is a series of powerful dramatic compositions about human interaction with the environment. The heroes of his paintings are buried in their own emotions and experiences, thereby pushing the viewer to think about the subject of human existence, inconsistency and variability of mood, and with it behavior.

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Zack Zdrale

"Seer" • oil on panel

[amdd1990]

Artist: Zack Zdrale.

[antonio-m]

"Pressure System", 2022 by Zack Zdrale (1977–present). American painter. oil on panel

[whaleji]

girlblogging like kafka ; entry 2

slow day today. started watching a cool tv show about the origins of french rap and hip hop in general. love it. "le monde de demain" on netflix, it stars a guy i already discovered in "sage homme", he's very promising + dances really well. watching it makes me want to scream my lungs out and talk about everything that bugs me all the time, but i'm cursed with having no words to express and describe what i feel and why i feel it except for the obvious. i want to talk about misogyny, about social expectations, about the so lethal capitalism, about the dullness of life in the age of profit and hyper digitalisation. i've been listening to a lot of rap altogether lately. i like the raw feeling of it, the rare display of anger it allows. somehow like that painting by Zack Zdrale, "Continually Torn Apart". but i'm afraid turning my anger, so like a perpetually fed fire, into still art won't ease it enough. it's so ingrained inside, so internal i'm afraid breaking all the plates or writing all the prose of the world wouldn't be enough. expressing my anger only seems to be satisfying when it is being directly witnessed by an audience. that would mean what i'm looking for may be performative art : rap, live painting, walls wrecking... but would that even be enough in itself ? dunno.

i've been thinking about getting a whale tattoo. love whales, they're fascinating beings. their eyes so profound and full of knowledge, so full of kindness and patience. it's hard for me to act on changing something about my appearance forever because my sense of self is so fickle and ever-changing. one day i'm classy, want to fit within the self proper crowd, to curate my persona from the inside as well as the outside, to have nice hair and carefully chosen clothes and perfect nails and skin, to be mature in appearance and thought, to be feminine but not "girly"; the other i dress with whatever looks clean enough on my floor, wear no makeup, despise anything that could associate me with abiding to patriarchal diktats, display proudly unshaven armpits and legs, look at said proper crowds with defiance and anger; sometimes i dress according to specific styles, y2k or goth or emo or lolita or pinterest girl or sea lover, embrace new personas and looks, envision myself as part of that crowd forever and make semi permanent choices in regards to it. recent examples are me dying my hair bright red on a whim on a week night in my friend's small dorm room, or me deciding to get acrylics two days ago because they're pretty and regretting it two days later, bothered by the lack of practicality they induce as well as the way they look.

i'm afraid of facing the same dilemma after getting tatted and regretting it my whole life afterwards. i wish i didn't have such a fragile sense of who i am and how i present to the world. i think the real issue at hand is my materiality. if i didn't have a physical body that i have to constantly accommodate so it looks the closest possible to how i imagine my soul appears, i could just be. i could be myself without my other, physical self to act as a barrier between me and the world. but then i'd be so raw and where could i hide from harm ? if everyone was a soul without a body then our souls would crash against one other and bruise and swallow one other up perpetually. i fear and wish for this extent of rawness from my soul and that of others at all times. as it's impossible yet, i sit and fantasize about immateriality in my bed, looking at abstract paintings headphones plugged in listening to that cathartic rap that turns my despair into anger and helps purge it if only a little.

sitting on my bed. still far away from home. but where's home ? i know wherever i'm coming back to after this vacation is not, and yet my apartment 1000kms from it isn't either. and when did my childhood home stop being home, and what become of "home" ? my home are four people i wish i could climb into, but can't see often, or at the same time. when they're away i'm homeless. i stray. i look for a place to settle in. a concept. i stray. i'm homeless within my house. it's raining outside.

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@darksilenceinsuburbiareloaded 🖤☠️

The work of contemporary realist painter Zack Zdrale (Zack Zdrale) is a series of powerful dramatic compositions about human interaction with the environment. The heroes of his paintings are buried in their own emotions and experiences, thereby pushing the viewer to think about the subject of human existence, inconsistency and variability of mood, and with it behavior.

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https://song.link/s/6GzudObN07dffFLHDpKcjB

Credits above

[joacomaduro]

Pressure System c. 2022 by Zack Zdrale (1977– )

[camisoledadparis]

artist: Zack Zdrale

Fernando: "O Yuri escondeu um mel lá no negócio de roupas dele. Vamos abrir a tampa?"