It’s super rad so far!!!!
Come by the merch table
SCRUB DUB DUB GOAT IN A TUB
How can you not reblog a soapy baby goat
Goats make me laugh because when they make goat noises their tongue goes out.
As a person who has goats, the reason why they make goat noises and stick their tounge out is usually because they want sex.
Um. I don’t think this is the case here.
As a person who has goats, they turn up their upper lip when they want sex
I’ll always reblog this
$1! If you don’t see it on the table ask :)
Donato Sansone’s Digital Nightmares
Some artists sketch, others draw, some paint, while others animate, and some, like Donato Sansone, do it all. Donato Sansone’s Portrait is a combination of portraiture and video that turns stills into motion. Along with sound by Enrico Ascoli, Sansone has recently completed his video installation entitled, Portrait, which gives movement and sound to his dream-like visual renderings. Sansone uses images of real people, and through video editing and manipulation, elevates the still art into a heightened, more life-like dimension. As a collective showcase, his portraits are vividly stunning.
Describing his pieces as both, ‘nightmarish’ and ‘grotesque’, Sansone transforms ordinary people into extraordinary art. His stills and video captivate and invite the viewer to thoroughly inspect every square inch of the portrait. Putting his pieces to motion, along with enlisting the help of Ascoli, for sound, Sansone has managed to give life to and eloquently display a beautifully disfigured nightmare in just less than three minutes. Each piece in the Portrait collection features a headshot of an individual, with its natural lines and feature placements artfully and skillfully manipulated. The onlooker can easily identify the subject but is left to stare and marvel at its transformation
- Lee Jones
The Weakerthans - “Left and Leaving”
I also spent my day listening to The Weakerthans, which made sense, as I was already feeling sad and nostalgic and The Weakerthans know that feel/always make me feel even sadder and more nostalgic.
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true)
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass
I’m back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal
To say, “I wanted it this way”
Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
I’m trying not to wonder where you are
All this time lingers, undefined
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me:
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely, duct-tape, and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on
To lead you home
Favorite song of all time. Will always reblog.