There are no words for how much I fucking LOVE this.
This is FANTASTIC art and as someone with an art degree lemme tell you why.
Now it might just be the way that it’s hanging but it looks like you can almost see the work done on the other side. Even if you can’t really (it could just be looseness in the canvas), there still is a fantastic tension between the work and the viewer. The audience is seized by curiosity about what is on the other side. What could possibly be the image and what is the mistake to justify such a dramatic shift to hide it? Is it just a small issue that nobody would take offence to or is it a glaringly obvious fault? There’s a strong history of frustration from the artist visible behind this peice but it’s reason is as hidden to us as the original image.
And so there’s a strong connection to this not with just curiosity and frustration between the artist and the viewer but also of privacy. The artist does not want us to see the peice, be it terrible or simply flawed. They do present the work, but it is not to us the viewer to flip it around and reveal the source of the artist’s frustrations. We respect it, or should at least, because the moment we see the reverse side we both know the severity of the flaws but also disrespect the artist’s choice to not show it to us.
I wish I could turn this in for my final and get the praise and recognition of this post instead of a failing grade
HAppy OCTOBER 3RD,, remember to burn your house down so that there’s no looking back and years later your estranged dad will finally come home and be like “where the fuck’s my house”
so i cannot reblog this since i commented on her familys child slave once after she made me mad with some bullshit post about greek culture but i just wanted to say this is me when i accidently sniff bleach
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
