J.D. Salinger, 91, Is Dead - ArtsBeat Blog -... →
J.D. Salinger, the elusive and enigmatic author of “The Catcher in the Rye,” has died. He was 91 and lived in Cornish, N.H. (..) “Salinger had remarked that he was in this world but not of it. His body is gone but the family hopes that he is still with those he loves, whether they are religious or historical figures, personal friends or fictional characters.”
Illustration: Process Recess
first print of the press; Series ‘Vaikonen and the Iceprincess’ The colorproofs.
Good coffee should be black like the devil, hot like hell, and sweet like a...– Hungarian saying (via lauraf229) (via think4yourself) (via siddman) (via mhking)
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.– Philip K. Dick (via cjwhite)
Fiction: 'Coffee, extra special.'
You just know your day is off to a great start when you’re wife pretends she didn’t hear your question. All you want is a mug of coffee after you’ve cleaned up the mess her dog left on the yard. But no, you must’ve done (or not done) something, the complaint of which has been broadcasted through the airwaves. Your lack of esp prevented the reception of said warning. So...
Described by Hydra as “…taking its title from the Latin word for “Little Human”, the piece is an associative mashup between the two concepts behind the word: The first being middle-age alchemical beliefs that “little men” could be spontaneous generated from dead or decaying matter. The second being Carl Jung’s usage as a personification of pure id. These ideas, combined with our love of Dutch...
Illustration: change of heart →
Hark! A Vagrant - Return of Verne →
brilliant little adventure stripsand slice of life strips chitter about on her livejournal. Haven’t laughed so hard (and giggled at the same time, it takes practice) in a while. :)
The Skinner: ART COMPETITION 2010 →
illustrate a creature of fiction from Neal Ashers books (fantasy/scifi-oriented) and win signed poster(s)by Jon Sullivan the cover artist for Neal’s books and possibily more swag. “I want to see pictures of scenes and characters from my books - characters including all the weird and wonderful life-forms, the drones, AIs, Golem, whatever takes your fancy.”
How to Cartooning in 1910 →
:) This book is on my must attempt to locate and own list. :) *wink wink nudge nudge
I am learning how to be alone without being lonely, learning how to be lonely...– Paul Baribeau (via kari-shma)
the Five things that startups can learn from Lady... →
“Everytime I hear that familiar “Ra-ra, ah-ah ah-ah, Ra-ma ra ma-ma, Ga-ga ooh la-la”, I crank up the volume. The outlandishly costumed fellow former Upper East Side prep schooler has garnered some serious mass appeal over the last two years. But what can you attribute Ms. Germanotta’s success to, and moreover, what can the average tech startup* learn from it? Yes… I’m totally writing...
Does an Illustrator choose their style or does... →
These days I don’t have a very clear image worked out in my head before I paint, but I usually have a very solid something that I want to say. I keep that in mind, and make my decisions along the way based on the message or feeling that I want to convey. If anyone feels something by looking at my painting, my work is done. Ciaee Ching
The Use of Character Design in Packaging: 20+... →
While reading the article I was syruck by a horrendous thought; what if a store actually only stocked whimsical and alluringly designed products? a)I’d either buy too much and get sick from eating yummy candy b) ask to be locked in to better observe .. no really.. yes I’m not telling a fib. observe can be construed as.. you got me there. Lets just hope we do get some of those...
Badass of the Week: Nikola Tesla →
teslacoils, raygunz, mystery and science.
6000 Frames and 6000 Paintings →
What if every frame was a painting? 2 yrs of hard work and a great graduation result
If Lewis Carroll Had Written Twilight: An Alice’s... →
fucksun: Bella was wandering through the forest, talking to herself as she went, till, on turning a sharp corner, she came upon two little men, so suddenly that she could not help starting back, but in another moment she recovered herself, feeling sure they that they must be real. They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other’s neck, and though they had looked very nearly...