jackteagle:

Custom sculpture of one of my ‘Eyeball’ character for for the Dead Guys group show at Superclub Studios and Gallery in Edinburgh, Scotland which is kicking off later this month.

ENVY~ 

everwonderwhatcloudstastelike:

Times Square, 1955

NEEDS MORE FLASHING LCD SCREENS AND FREE COMEDY SHOWS

fromme-toyou:

Caught in the rain

Hope you have a weekend full of surprising moments

rashadsays:

Buonanotte!
My fingers are shaking after this. 

vanevanfuller:

Blue Sofia

This sketch began in expressionistic rainbow colors—purple, red and green primarily—but became more subdued as work progressed. Finally I ended up with a palette suggestive of Picasso’s famed Blue Period. Somehow the bony, waiflike girl seems more suited to these cold and melancholy hues.

Somebody ought to give her a shawl and a cup of soup.

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drawnblog:

Legacy of Letters (by Luca Barcellona)

Typographic mediation via DesignSponge

I wasn’t feeling bad, but this somehow made me feel better. 

These were written waiting for, and then on the train:

• 3:24 PM: Oh God. Why did I wear this “Fall Out Boy” Shirt to Manhattan? The Bohemians will eat me alive with their judging eyes.
• 3:26 PM: And My moobs make it so much more noticeable. Someone get my number off of Facebook and text me nice things so I can forget this. 
• 3:29: Why do I openly like such a hated band? Why can’t I have a “Local Natives” shirt. THEN THEY WOULDN’T JUDGE ME #ImKidding #ItsOkay
• 3:29: Fuck it, let the world know I like things. 

Context: 

And then, I got into the city. Where these popped out of my brain hole: 

• 4:35: Why do things have to cost money? I wish I could pay in hugs. I’m good at hugs
• 4:39: So, I’m in union square park, watching a 2-man band perform, sitting on an open bench, with my limeade and new book #this #Is #Nice
• 4:40 I always spend whatever money I save up during the week at @StrandBookStore. I should probably save for other things too. 
• 4:42: I tried not to, I really did, but this Book of the Art of Gil Elvgren was on sale. I want to draw every page. Probably will. 
• 4:44: ugh, everything around here is so nice. I want to live around here like crazy. Who wants to be my roomie? Let’s do this, followers. 

Context:

This happened:

• 4:56:  Girl in Park with short floral dress, gladiator sandals and short, light brown hair, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen today. 
• 4:57: Please sit next to me so we can talk about whatever it is you’re reading through your brown sunglasses. 
• 4:59: I should really talk to her, she looks about my age, maybe A little older. If only I had a drop of confidence in me. Then I might. 
• 5:00: I was going to blame the shirt, but it’s all me. 
• 5:03: Some tribal group has gone on now. She’s gone to watch. I lost her to the crowd. I officially suck and hate myself. 
• 5:05: I’m going to take the train now, before I fall in love again. #sigh 
• 5:05: Back to brooklyn, via smelly public transit, alone. Help me feel better, interesting book. 

And of course, a book full of oil paintings of beautiful young women wasn’t going to help. It is interesting though. But I also feel extra melancholy because of it. 

I know I can’t be alone in this. Help me feel better. Tell me, Have any of you ever fallen in love with a beautiful stranger?