It's this guy

This is the non-edited photo

It's raw, unhinged.

The assumption that modern (read: abstract) artists are all or mostly rich people whose wealth, free time, and social mobility is solely responsible for allowing them to paint Line On Canvas or etc and therefore the "I could do that" sentiment is like rooted in class struggle or whatever is funny to me

I don't disagree that part of the "I could do that" impulse is sometimes about seeing the (TINY minority) of that art that actually sells for more money than you make in a year, having the impression that it's low effort low skill garbage, and feeling frustration in that, but it's just not accurate to think modern (abstract, which is what people mean) art is Like That in any capacity that any other art form is not

I don't think all modern art is bullshit, but I think if you don't at least concede to the fact that a good chunk is nepo babies slapping a price tag on some bs, then you're not being realistic.

some kinda renaissance-esque painting??? not sure

II «The Lips»

I raise a monument of love

We are just two cores, and all the distance that we fly on the way to each other is our desire to gain power over our hearts. Overcome by curiosity, we fall in love with an illusion. There are so many peaks to climb, and we are blinded by the promises of millions of stars.

Portal in Toledo Cathedral, Spain

I'm not a fan of most abstract art. the ones that are like "this guy invented a new color, or invented a new brushstroke" don't speak to me is because they feel more like scientific discoveries than art. Like they are plain to look at, and the story behind them is also plain. To me art is about aesthetics, meaning, and story. Not to mention the "this art is revolutionary!" *is red dot* rings hollow because it's not the dot that is being celebrated, it's that someone with enough money and power did something who knows how many people did before him, in the most unimaginative way. this is why I believe most modern "fine art" is just money laundering.

Like look at this painting from the Harlem Renaissance Era. Even if you think it's ugly or don't like the style you can see a person made it, you can see a story, when you learn more about the story you like it more. This is about how Palmer Hayden dreamed of being a musician when he was a boy, how he loves music, how he feels like he might have made the wrong career choice. I feel something when I see this. When I look at abstract art I see a windows home page, at most I see a pretentious nepo baby, at the least I see NOTHING. Nada.

About me

•Age and Gender: 23, demiboy •Relationship status and sexuality: Engaged since 01/04/23, pansexual/queer

•Pronouns: He/him and They/them

•Zodiac Signs” The Big Three”: ︎ ︎

Sun☀︎︎ Sagittarius ♐︎, Moon☽ Aquarius♒︎, Rising^ Aquarius♒︎

•Myers Briggs PersonalityTest:

Advocate INFJ-T

Possible Content Warnings:

OCD, and gender dysphoria, ARFID, Anorexia, and Orthorexia

My Aesthetics/Cores:

vhs aesthetic, spirituality, crystal core, retro future, retro wave, mushroom core, glitch core, fantasy core, fairy grunge, abstract art, dream core, dark cottage core, cottage core, classical art, Greek mythology aesthetics, vintage core, renaissance art, Vincent Van Gogh Art, retro graphics, vapor wave, odd core, grandpacore, art academia, dark academia, beach core, nature core, goblin core, fairy core. y2k core, web core, warm core, cloud core

Beauford Delaney's painting of his good friend James Baldwin, 1957. Oil on canvasboard. Delaney was a modernist and later an abstract expressionist who was identified with the Harlem Renaissance.

Photo: Artblart

William Shakespeare. 📖🖊📚🌟

It's Leah

Her colors and textures turned out a bit odd on the filtered version. Here's the raw, and a couple other drawings regarding her.

The drawing on the right looks pretty cool. It's a cool filter.

During the development of her color pallete, I ended up using a hefty bit of ink.

she's a klutz.

Sam Middleton was born in 1927 in New York City and grew up in Harlem at the height of the Harlem Renaissance. In 1944, he enlisted in the Merchant Marines at age 17 and returned to New York in the 1950s. There he befriended other New York School artists such as Franz Kline, Jackson Pollack, and Robert Motherwell.

Middleton, who was largely self-taught, often saw jazz masters like Thelonious Monk and Charlie Parker play live in the 1950s, and was inspired to translate the spontaneity of their music to works on paper. He incorporated music sheets, newspapers, tickets, magazines, and cards he’d collected into his collages, famously attaching them with Elmer’s glue.

In 1955, Middleton made his first artistic trip outside of New York. Following the lead of other African American artists who were in search of a more open-minded atmosphere, Middleton settled briefly in Mexico City. It was in Mexico that his style shifted from social realism to abstract expressionism. By 1959, he resolved to leave the US permanently. He spent time traveling to Spain, Sweden, and Denmark, and eventually settled in the Netherlands in the 1960s. He formed many close friendships during his time in Europe, spending time with artists and intellectuals such as Herbert Gentry and James Baldwin. Middleton passed away in the Netherlands in 2015.

Middleton’s work has been exhibited nationally and internationally and can be found in the collections of the Whitney Museum, the Brooklyn Museum, the Columbus Gallery of Fine Arts, Fisk University Galleries, the Hampton University Museum, and the Howard University Museum, as well as in private collections all around the world.

Featured Work:

PFF137 - "Love Day," Mixed media on paper, 1963, 39 x 34 in.

I did a trilogy of shit post about lesbianism using wonder woman and cheetah

Fw it is an expression of if I were a 40 year old homophobuc man

dancers

Portraits

III «The Heart»

Have you ever really felt me? The affected center of the body, with which the arteries have lost contact, because from now on their flow is directed outward, no longer to the center. Your world exists in particularly subtle matters, you are the embodiment of the day, and I am the child of the night, we cannot extinguish the fire with fire. The fragments of our past are gnawing into my heart…