As they say, the earth without an “art” would plainly be “eh.”
“In Reverspectives, the painted surface closest to the viewer is actually perceived as being the furthest away.”
SOS Racisme president Dominique Sopo summed-up the evening’s objective quite simply, “I think it’s very important that we do not kill those who died a second time by raising a polemic.” It brought the seriousness and perspective needed to round-out the speakers, officially hitting every note in the euphonic symphony of support that was the gala.
I unzipped my jacket and let it fall on the cold, clay-dusted floor.
Amidst the endless pics of coffee cups, wooden tables, brunch entrees and kittens, there is a burgeoning world of visual art that finds its home on Instagram.
All your favorite women wear black.
One of the most frustrating things is when someone will say something regarding my lack of confidence in correlation to how much makeup I wear.
Lots of people who understand you in other ways don’t care about the nobility of your struggle.
Information has, in the first 15 years of this millennium, become more of a prized commodity than even the most prescient early critics of the Information Age could have predicted.
There are no universals when it comes to art – some people will interpret your work favorably, and others will absolutely hate it.