Frederic Edwin Church (USA, 1826 - 1900)
Nightfall Near Olana, 1872
oil on canvas
9 1/2” x 14 1/8”
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Muralist, Speaker and Painter, Isaias Crow provides positive and only positive information via public murals, collections of paintings, speaking engagements on the subject of positive thinking and positive creativity and life skills via hands-on art workshops both nationally and internationally.
Crow creates with the intention of producing positive energy frequencies infused with layers of lines that create bold shapes and his command of color enhances the power each creation procures. Allowing the abstraction of each piece to deliver a message that words cannot express. That which is infinite truth – LOVE.
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Vladimir Kush (born 1965) is a Russian born surrealist painter and sculptor. He studied at the Surikov Moscow Art Institute, and after several years working as an artist in Moscow, his native city, he emigrated to the United States, eventually establishing his own gallery on the island of Maui in Hawaii. His oil paintings are also sold as giclée prints which contributed to his popularity and led to the establishment of further galleries in Laguna Beach, California and Las Vegas, Nevada. In 2011 Kush won the First Prize in Painting at the Artistes du Monde international exhibition in Cannes via
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The Harvest Moon is seen rising in the sky above the domes of the Smolny Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia on Sept. 8, 2014, marking the third and final “supermoon” of 2014. The phenomenon, which scientists call a “perigee moon,” occurs when the moon is near the horizon and appears larger and brighter than other full moons.
"A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger."
some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via kayakos
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Also spelled “Dzunukwa” or “Tsonokwa” is a giantess in the mythology of Kwakwaka’wakw peoples, who live in the Pacific Northwest, mainly on the BC coast, Northern Vancouver Island, and the Queen Charlotte Sound.
D’Sonoqua was seen as a bringer of wealth worthy of respect and veneration, but also had a dark side, and was known to stuff children into her basket, to be carried away to her caves and eaten. She has a terrifying call, a “Hu!” or “Oo-oo-oo-oeo!”, which can be easily mistaken for the sound of the wind rustling through the cedar trees. The renown of her voice is such that images of her nearly always show pursed red lips, eternally calling out.
The above image of D’Sonoqua is by Emily Carr, that great artist of my home, Vancouver Island. She was a tremendous admirer of First Peoples’ art, and a ferocious critic of the missionaries and politicians who sought to displace our elder brothers and sisters on this continent.
Dzunukwa was both a powerful ally and a fearsome foe if you should cross their path.
One thing I feel an obligation to point out whenever I see anything relating to the Kwakwaka’wakw is that they are a living culture. Often they are portrayed as being lost or dead in museums, but they, like the other First Nations of Canada, have refused to be kept down, often despite society and the Canadian Government’s attempts. While I am not of First Nation decent, the art and religion of the Kwakwaka’wakw has spoken to me since a very young age, and I it was instrumental in my development into the person I am today. I was very lucky to have the privilege to visit U’mista Cultural Centre this summer, which is the current repository of Kwakwaka’wakw culture, as well as visit many of the ancient village sites along the west cost. I would suggest everyone visit the centre, especially if you are interested in other people, cultures, religions, and mythology. You will leave both inspired and humbled by the stories of a people who fought for their rights to have their culture recognized and respected.
Please take a second to reblog this post so that more people can learn the the incredible story of U’mista and the Kwakwaka’wakw who struggled to restore their cultural history.
Face on fire… crushing = badness
I totally fell on my face today…
I had to ask for help on a crazy question I had gotten from a client…
Not a big deal.. I ask questions all the time…
It’s just I was forced to ask this guy that I’ve been kinda crushing on..
He’s one of the few people that work on this insane product we have, and understands it well..
So I msg’d him thinking nothing of it…
But he came to my desk..
I felt like my face was totally on fire..
Poor bastard was trying to not make it worse and could barely look at me..
I felt like total rubbish after on top of how I was already feeling…
He’s super smart.. like genius smart…
And just darn adorkable…
But I think he’s really young…
And totally not interested…
Ugh.. why on earth do I do this..
Lol like I can’t help but laugh..
It’s redonkulous! Truly it is.
Even the few times we’ve chatted it’s enough to make me want to get to know him more..
That won’t happen though..
We don’t travel in the same circles..
I only really know one of his friends..
And I don’t know him that well either..
There’s one lone shot in hell that maybe a friend of a friend can do some digging but..
At the end of the day…
Ya never want to shit where you eat, so to speak..
And besides after that kind of catastrophe.. I don’t know if I can even attempt trying to talk to him again… I just ugh..
I hate crushing..
All of my experiences with this has been just out right redonkulous…
And I don’t like this feeling…
I don’t like knowing that it never leads to anything good.. that it’s just one sided and all in my head really…
That it’s just me floundering…
I am hoping this bout of it will go away..
It subsided before.. and I’m hoping it will again soon..