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Love wins

#otgw #not my art #I never reblog fanart #but this is too charming #I want to keep it in my pocket

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oh so when a bunch of roman senators kill their leader it's #girlboss but when i, macbeth,

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Hey. Artist that only has a phone or a simple computer. Did you know you can still Glaze your art??

While Glaze was initially computer-only, the team learned that many artists either have a computer not powerful enough to run glaze or don't have a computer at all. SO they've made WebGlaze!! (Read about it and get it here.) Basically you send over your art and they Glaze it over on their servers that are strong enough to do it for you. And yes, it's still free.

If you have a computer that runs the original Glaze program, it is highly recommended by the Glaze team that you continue to use it and not the website.

While the servers are very secure, it is still ideal to keep the unglazed art on your end only, and it will likely be faster on your own computer anyway since there's only your art being Glazed, unlike the servers which are glazing several people's at once. Currently I believe there is no web version of Nightshade, but they are working on adding it to WebGlaze last I heard. Check the Nightshade FAQ here for updates on that :)

Please feel free to reblog, I know there's a lot of artists out there without access to powerful CPUs and GPUs that would like to protect their art as well :)

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fair warning

Hello darlings, this is an advance notice. I’m about to start archiving quite a lot of Sleep No More observations I’ve made on various forums here, in journal form. If you would like to opt out of the experience of having your dash flooded: I’ll be tagging everything with “like all dreamers I was possessed” in addition to the regular SNM tags. Cheers!

#like all dreamers I was possessed

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To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

#that's beautiful

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“Well the funny thing is, according to this, you’re already dead”

#Punchdrunk #The Burnt City #and the funny thing is I never felt more alive

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People Matching Artworks: An Unusual Photo Series By Stefan Draschan

People Matching Artworks: An Unusual Photo Series By Stefan Draschan More info: Website | Instagram…

#fine art #phography #I would be mad that someone else is out there doing this better than me and my cell phone if it wasn't all so worthy of documentation

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Stylist Andrew Richardson caressed by a Russian circus performer, photographed by Steven Meisel as part of the Madonna photo essay ‘Flesh + Fantasy’ for Rolling Stone magazine, 1991.

#every time i see this i fall in love all over again #so you know what yes you have my reblog #beautiful photos #pop history

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something charmingly twentieth century about this

#i agree this is art #and I love the artist #never step on the bad luck spots

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I never reblog anymore but this really is my ideal. Artist's site nomkinnearking[dot]com

Nom Kinnear King (British, b. Norfolk, England, based Norwich, Norfolk, England) - Celestine’s Door, 2021, Paintings: Oil on Wood

#other people's art #just let me build cabinets into every surface #and fill them with dreams too

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And I see that this has been disscussed before! I'm reblogging the full thread with two additional sources:

One: myself. I was an intern working for one of John's reps in the early aughts. Can confirm that this piece was still a part of his marketing portfolio at that time and I helped to digitize the original.

Two: I reblogged the original post with this info but again, here's the blog where the Creative Director at TOR cited the artwork in 2008: http://igallo.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-collier.html

British painter John Maler Collier (1850 — 1934)

"The Devil skating when Hell freezes over" (1894)

#illustration #ip theft #my mysterious past revealed I guess but whatever #or mistaken identities #the IP theft might be accidental but people are definitely selling prints #and I do not love that hence the posts

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I love this piece, but it's attributed to the wrong John Collier! The creator is a contemporary illustrator.

John mainly works as a sculptor and religious artist these days (check that out here) and he's switched representation a few times since this piece was created -- not to mention that his old rep's first website was... a product of the early 2000s and defies wayback's abilities to archive anything. So it was a little hard to gather receipts. But here's the Creative Director at TOR citing the artwork in 2008: http://igallo.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-collier.html

Seeing this cross my dash led me down a bit of a rabbit hole, and I see that at least one person is selling prints of the work, probably under the assumption that it's nobody's IP anymore. I'd appreciate any signal boosting tumblr can do.

British painter John Maler Collier (1850 — 1934)

"The Devil skating when Hell freezes over" (1894)

#illustration #ip theft #additional source: I was the intern who scanned this image in the first place

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My Burnt City

(This post is not spoiler-free, but it’s also not a detailed rundown of any specific character, loop, or scene. Read at your own risk.)

What to say about a whirlwind trip through Punchdrunk’s new production, The Burnt City?

If Sleep No More’s audience is the embodiment of Hitchcock’s vision — the tight closeup, the lingering gaze, the perfect chiaroscuro balance — then as The Burnt City’s camera, I existed to shoot a war movie. In a crowded audience of hundreds, one of us may occasionally tighten focus, but our directors are concerned with the long shot, the backlight and the sweeping vista. Given space Punchdrunk pulls off some truly incredible visuals; some of the most effective sequences can be viewed from a story and a half up. There are light shows, aerial tricks, a reverberating soundscape (affectionately: “the drone”), and what feels like miles of trailing silken and plasticine pathways up and down to hell.

At one loop in, participating in my first Punchdrunk rave, I thought I understood the scope of the story. It wasn’t until loop three, as I was watching the gates of Troy open to admit an army I’d begun to consider a ghost in the narrative machine, that I realized how gloriously wrong I was. Over the next week I explored two worlds, each with their own distinct aesthetic: neon soaked, cyber-dystopian Troy and spotlit, regimented Mycenae, which at times seemed almost to verge on fading back to the hostile functionality of a museum space. I love them both, and their painful collisions.

The reviews I’ve read suggest that this is an easier show to follow than most of Punchdrunk’s offerings. On the one hand, I agree — epic scenes, easily discovered, make for linear progress. On the other, I still fell for the mysteries and cults, minor moments and fleeting touches.

We’re still at a point where very little about the show is official. What exists is still evolving. It’s the best possible time to theorize and build a narrative for yourself. There are suggestions of ghosts, gods, ahistorical reenactments, hellish torment, and (new and exciting twist on the PD model) robots – who may or may not have always been a part of life in what is clearly not our world’s history. Who is real, and how? What is worshiped, and why?

I’m getting off track, but the costuming of the gods is brilliant. They’re perfect bodies, quite literally sculpted, a nod to the academic deification of Classical Greek statues and a cleverly physical take on the intellectual “superiority” of Philip K. Dick’s androids with their electric sheep – a word-of-god source of inspiration whose shadow loomed much larger in my thoughts than I was expecting. (There’s also a visual reference to the Machine Man of Metropolis that I am not remotely prepared to talk about yet, other than to say it’s a pretty stunning work of art.)

Once I was told the secret of keeping things alive. It was a small moment and a tender little gift. Knowing what was about to happen outside the doors of my metaphorical sanctuary, it also hurt.

As all the best movies of the genre are, Burnt City is as concerned with the cost of war as the spectacle. That leads to some interesting liberties with the canon – and isn’t that something we love them for too? Not incidentally, it also evokes some of the most powerful dances. Choreography in general is a mix of modernism (I am brutally reminded of Rite of Spring), voguing, and throwback references to some of the most obviously inspirational time periods. But at the end of the day, nothing beats the house style.

Here, I see Punchdrunk’s deft shorthand at last. An hour is ten years, two soldiers are the whole of an army, one woman becomes the physical embodiment of the curse on the Greek fleet. A scream from one throat is seen in the contorted face of another; a look in a mirror asks me what happens to the survivors. At one point I can’t continue a loop past its terminus – I push my head against the chain-link fence between me and the performer and cry into two layers of mask. At another, I am overjoyed by the strange, but not at all serene, beauty of an afterlife above the action of Troy.

What to say about a whirlwind trip through The Burnt City?

It’s not enough. The denizens may roll away to dust, but I don’t know how to say goodbye.

Give me another hit, Punchdrunk. I can take it.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #immersive theater

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Waking up the Sleep No More tag before the 10th anniversary of the NY production: some blood-limned witches.

(Many of you are already familiar with these pieces but I've never made the link between my accounts explicit before, at least outside of private messages. So . . . hi! I feel like I was much more of a lurker on tumblr but I miss this corner of the internet.)

#sleep no more #mckittrick hotel #immersive theatre #macbeth witches #inkillustration #never mind the cat hair

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It's so hard to pick a favorite! But if I must, it would be a moment in the tailor's shop when he looks up and his expression changes from haunted to known, and you walk down together, supporting each other, some kind of equals.

How do you like to get taken to the finale?

We all know we get sent to the ballroom at the end of the show, don’t we...audience?

But how do you like to be ushered there?

For me, if I have nothing else going on, you can find me watching the Porter and Danvers sharing a lovely cup of tea. I never get tired of watching that scene.

Bonus: it guarantees you a late arrival to the ballroom if you’re not up for your 6th banquet scene of the night. 🙂

What’s your favorite way down? Comment below!

#teamfulton #sleep no more

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Did liberals collectively forget that Hilary won the popular vote the moment that fact stopped being rhetorically useful to them

#many people are probably still registered to vote in ny the question is will they will they even be ABLE to fun times I tell you what

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Let me just blow the dust off this thing. I was asked to share photos of the tarot card I recieved from a friend in Eschaton . . .

#eschaton #immersive theater #zoom theater