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Yea, I think I pretty much like all of them including the people ones. In the murder-lady ones I like how the shirt the chick is wearing matches the wallpaper, yet they are both distinct.
 
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I wish I could paint like this.
 
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I like this self portrait for what it symbolizes. How about doing a"Self Portrait Part 2, the aftermath." Ofcourse you're going to have to create a real life example to work from.
 
My favorite "artist" is that fag Christian guy Thomas Kincaide. So many retards bought his paintings that he started up a factory where struggling art-fags sit aroundand reproduce his style and he sells them in stores at your nearest "upscale" mall. I don't think he even picks up a brush anymore. I just remember one of my genius coworkers gushing how he and his wife saved up for a "real" Thomas Kincaide. I politely nodded then went into another room and vomited in my hands.
 
Reign in Acai said:
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I like this self portrait for what it symbolizes. How about doing a"Self Portrait Part 2, the aftermath." Ofcourse you're going to have to create a real life example to work from.

:lol:

So, uh, you gonna buy one or not? :p
 
finally something redeemable


"title: I saw a man die today....



we've seen videos of people being killed. To some extent, we've also seen it in movies. While you sit back and possibly laugh at the video, it doesnt strike you very much because its just pixels. But its much different when you see it in person.

I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole busload of kids were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told her what I had just seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air"