“It’s better to burn than fade away.” - Kurt Cobain
(Source: inmytimeof-dying, via etrangesolange)
This is my prep sheet 1 for IGCSE! My topic is ‘collection of clothes’. I decided to put pieces of fabric on the first sheet, then develop into what clothes represent and the kinds of clothes that were worn in early 1940s.. What do you think? :)
“If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”
Gerhard Richter, flawless..
Murder Is My Business
Weegee would cruise the streets by night, armed with a police radio transmitter, and appear onsite at the slightest hint of catastrophe – often before police and more importantly before his competitors – to capture it on film. He even, supposedly, housed a complete darkroom in the trunk of his car to further hasten the process from event to print.
Timing and determination aside, Weegee was also a man of considerable artistic talent.
Afterall, you're my wonderwall!
Just an amazing song from an amazing band…
This was the piece I made for my Art exam and got 93, which was the highest mark -yes, I’m proud to say it!-.The topic was to make a collage using magazines about 2012 which is seen as the end of the world.
As we’re ruining the world, we’re taking away the beauty of it. I thought colours indicated ‘the beauty’, so I put colourless people to show that they don’t have ‘the beauty’, it’s taken away from them. Hence, I, as one of the black/white people, wrote ‘CAN YOU GIVE US OUR COLOURS BACK? CAN YOU GIVE US OUR WORLD BACK?’
Can you?
This is a piece I’ve made when I was bored!
I started from drawing my own hand drawing, and it turned out to be this. It’s actually the way I feel about life.
Let me make it easier for you;
-Under the pencil, there are CDs, shoes, things we see -mountains, trees etc-. What I tried to say is that we create all these stuff!
-On the other side where there are writings, I’ve written;
‘Cheers to a world where,
we feel weird when an ambulance passes by, we let our pencil take our minds away, we don’t let make neither watch films about the end of the world, we draw when we’re bored instead of updating a status, our canvases are a piece of our mind. All of this is in our small, useful, talented hands.
-At the very end of the page, I’ve written; Everything I think/I dream/I see/I say/I buy/I do/I feel is ART.
What do you think? I know the hands and the brush-glass is a bit wonky, but what can I say, I was tired! :)
Oh, I lie now and then. Sometimes I’d tell them the truth and they still wouldn’t believe me, so I prefer to lie.
—The 400 Blows (1959)
Astrid: You are either an artist or you are not. You are.
—White Oleander (2002)
This is my exhibition project called ‘POSSESSIONS’
It’s about an ‘imaginary’ girl who is in debt, has no food to eat, no house, no shelter, no love; all sacrificed to own a Louis Vuitton bag.
Firstly I took photos of my classmate holding an LV bag, which then I edited and photoshopped. I used acrylic paint and the method of finger-tapping to draw. I did it on a grainy canvas so that the colours could mix better.
What do you think? :)
Hi. I’m Ecem from Cyprus. I’m into surrealism, life drawings, collages, and graffiti. Some of my muses are; Hussein Chalayan, Van Gogh, Andy Warhol, Tracey Emin, Sophie Calle, Jonathan Darby, Gerard Richter, Alberto Giocometti, Banksy…
Oh by the way, I’m 14! :)
This is a piece I have made for a charity contest, and fortunately I won! It will be made into a postcard and be sold all around North Cyprus where the money made will be sent to the cancer charity association.
Thanks for reading. :)
I will keep posting art work I find interesting as well as some of mine.
“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
