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you seem like you unironically enjoyed electroswing circa 2012
orteil42 answered:
this website’s hate mail game is insane
Anonymous asked:
you seem like you unironically enjoyed electroswing circa 2012
orteil42 answered:
this website’s hate mail game is insane
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#electroswing fucking slaps #caravan palace my belovedBritish artist Jason Anderson creates colorful abstract paintings composed of pixelated swatches of pastel-toned oil paint. Up-close, the artist’s paintings look like blocky layers of shapes and color; but, from afar, his scenes—featuring cityscapes, roads, trains, and marinas—are revealed.


Anderson began his career as a stained glass apprentice, where he worked on restoring the windows of cathedrals. He soon progressed onto designing the glass murals himself, where he learned how to break down subject matter into “jigsaws” of colored sections. This approach still shines through in his paintings today—complex scenes are brought to life with simple shapes and careful consideration to hue and tone.







These really speak to me.
Why do these cubes make me feel feelings
Posting this iconic piece of media that I just NEVER found online isolated except in an archived reddit thread
Holy shit that's so cool
Finally “do you love the colour of the sky” got compressed for our convenience
BETTER FIND ANOTHER SUPERSTITION!
playing around with some new designs!
i'm gonna be making stickers of this for june's ouija board mail on my patreon — patrons can vote here on which version is their favorite for the sticker! i'll also be making buttons of this design at some point.
THIS IS A QUILT?!?!?!?
ITS A FUCKING QUILT GUYS
Eight of Swords; self-imposed restriction, negative thoughts, inner critic
A long flowing cloth emerges from their headpiece; it constricts their arms behind their back and wraps around their body before the excess pools at their feet, symbolizing that constraint comes from their own head. Their headpiece covers their real eyes but many are carved upon the metal; they are attentive to all the wrong things and blind to reality. Sharp teeth emerge from their lower helmet but their edge is pointed inward, for they are their worst critic towards themselves.
Any of their swords could cut them free but they too are wrapped in the visual representation of overthinking. Even the swords themselves seem to cage them in. The cloth around their arms is loose, however, signifying they can still move.