The Art Thread

Yeah, my father is an amateur photographer as well. That means, he takes very good pictures but doesn't really earn any money with it (at least not enough to make a living), although he does have some expositions and sells a picture every now and then. The problem is the fact that there are only very few photographers who earn enough money to make a living of it. Like this one:

www.stuckincustoms.com
 
"Warzone"
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^ Nice!

On another note:

http://darktranquillity.com/realindex.html

Dark Tranquillity guitarist announces public art exhibition in Sibiu, Transylvania - Aug 3, 2010

In association with Dark tranquillity's appearance at the ARTmania festival, guitarist Niklas Sundin will showcase a new collection of artwork at the Bohemian flow club in Sibiu, Transylvania. Entitled “Ichtys”, the exhibition opens on August 14 and will be on display for a month.

Says Sundin:

“Needless to say, I’m really excited about this. There have been previous requests from people wanting to feature my artwork in public exhibitions, but I’ve always had mixed feelings. It wouldn’t be too interesting to just display the album artwork that I’m primary recognized for, so I’ve wanted to wait until I had something that would be completely free of any connotations to commissioned music industry work and at the same time have a certain red thread, conceptually and aesthetically.

The “Ichtys” images are mainly derived from pencil drawings that are scanned, treated and assembled into collages, and the result is part medieval woodcut, part religious iconography and part nautical cartoon profanity. Influences range from Dürer and Bosch to David B and Joakim Pirinen, and there’s obviously a major resemblance to my own “Gadus morhua” books. The city of Sisiu seems to be an appropriate setting for this kind of amalgam of old and new, so I was very pleased when the ARTmania people suggested that I’d exhibit something.”

Bohemian flow
Sibiu, Piata Mica nr. 26
 
^ Third one's really nice!



October
by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes' sake along the wall.​