#plexiglass etching

[andromeda-artist]

I'm in a printmaking course and we're doing plexiglass etching and I decided to do 3141592653589793's Acherontia!!!

#dragon art #flight rising #art #flight rising dragons #flight rising fanart #etching #printmaking #plexiglass #plexiglass etching

[lizards-wizards-and-magpies]

my brain rot is gonna force me to make star wars prints. istg if yall see me carving loth cats no you didn’t.

#star wars #brain rot #printmaking #don’t even get me started on plexiglass etchings

[busaikuknee]

now that big life stuff's out of the way i can finally return to my passions (making beef art)

#also regular art but that's neither here nor there #been hankering to try out drypoint for a few days #seems like my shit + after buying the scribe and ink it's pretty cheap if you're using plexiglass #love love love etchings. love going through the smithsonian archives and looking at turn-of-the-century ones #just something about the linework. really enjoy it #i'd love to do proper chemical etching someday but this seems more feasible for my setup rn

[shinkai-kaiju]

tbh once i get Space Going [tm] it would be cool to get back to linocut/screenprinting. I miss the more physical arts that dont have me up for over 24 hours in an arguably insane state working on a project that'll get dropped within seconds after i take a break bc my brain decided its not good/theres no point to it

BUUUT more importantly i wonder. just how viable it would be as a printing method for me. I'd need a rack to dry things on, but it could be cool to sell some small linos whenever I get to opening up shop. My linos have always been more consistent than my screenprints when it comes to making a series, but I really do prefer screenprinting...

(and lithography isnt viable at this time bc i do NOT have the necessary chemicals/kitchen lithography doesnt work anymore apparently??)

#i HAVE to finish this blender model now. sunk cost fallacy save me #chatty today it seems! a rarity from me! i am usually hiding in a hole too scared to do that! #i dont think anime/game fans rlly have a. desire or want for those kinds of printing styles tbh? #and my linos tend to border on blasphemous idolstry and nudity (depending on the day usually) #so idk! but it would be neat. i like carving things #tbh i wanna learn to get meticulous about it bc theres a specific artist who's work i like n i wanna get mine like here #but. alas. humidity maybhavr a factor #also kitchen litho needs an acrylic paint an oily pencil or sharpie (i think?) coca cola and water. you use the coke to etch alukinum foil #but we tried several times n couldnt get it to work #kitchen litho relies on the acids and gum arabic in soda but maybe coke doesnt have gum arabic anymore? or foil is unetchable now? #in terms of acrylic olate: drypoints are fun and i saved a bunch of garbage plexiglass sheets for the purpose of doing more drypoints #but! those def arent for seling tbh. the line quality isnt as good as it is on other materials #ALSO intaglio is STRAIGHT out. too many chemicals and i am never rocking a plate like that for minimal payoff ever again

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET SIX - ROUND ONE - MATCH THREE

"Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" (1997 - John Boskovich) / "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)" (1991 - Félix González-Torres)

ELECTRIC FAN (FEEL IT MOTHERFUCKERS): it makes me literally insane that’s all that’s left of him and he made sure it would stay remembered, something something the last trace of a breath immortalized the only way it could be. Feel it, motherfuckers. (courfeyracs-swordcane) (also submitted by callixton and weeweewhirlwind)

UNTITLED (PORTRAIT OF ROSS IN L.A.): It fucks me up SO MUCH. The artist's partner was named Ross, and died of AIDS in the same year this was created. The ideal weight is roughly the average of an adult man. The allegory there... people taking the candy, decreasing the weight, the same way people took away from Ross and every other victim of the AIDS crisis by refusing to help, to do anything at all. Except this has an "endless supply" of candy. People can take and take and it keeps coming back. They can't get rid of us forever. We will prevail and we will rebuild and I WILL be fucked up about this forever (ceaseless-rambler)

("Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" is an electric fan encased in plexiglass with vinyl faux etching and a plexiglass base with casters by gay American artist John Boskovich--Stephen Earanbino's partner. It was the last item left in Stephen Earabino's estate after his death by AIDS and measures 56 7/8 x 22 3/4 x 12 1/2 in. (144.5 x 57.8 x 31.8 cm). It is held by The Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles.

"Untitled (Portrait of Ross in LA)" is a modern art installation consisting of wrapped candies (constantly removed and replaced) by gay Cuban-American artist Félix González-Torres after the death of his partner, Ross, by AIDS. The weight is equivalent to a healthy human male - approximately 175 lbs (79kg). It is located at the Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #did you know wikipedia has an entire page on Art of the AIDS Crisis #i am SO sorry about this matchup. like genuinely. i am torn. #GOD i cannot express how these two make me feel #feel it motherfuckers. feel his breaths. take the candy and know that we are always coming back. that is him and he is here. #idk how to insert this information but john boskovich was not left anything by his lover's family. the refusal of his love by others... #he only got the fan because no one else wanted it. more in the rbs under my main though. #ross in LA has a lot more propaganda but we're going to cycle it. if it doesn't make it past this round we'll post it all.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Found this over-the-top elegance 1970 house in Brooklyn, NYC, NY on FB Marketplace. It has 5bds, 3ba, and if you like extreme decor, you'll love it. They're asking $3.279M.

The entrance. Marble floors, huge skylight, and mezzanine w/balconies.

It has solid etched glass instead of balusters in the railing.

Upstairs there's the illuminated skylight, Greek columns and inlaid wood floors.

The first room off to the right is a dining room. I don't see anything special- there's no fireplace.

Then, this is the sitting room. Look at that- etched glass in the sliding doors. Still no fireplace and it gets cold in the fall & winter, here.

But, you're in for a treat- look at the kitchen fireplace. Amazing gold feature on top.

Check out the clear plexiglass legs on the counter. That is so cool.

Sleek, shiny black cabinetry, professional stove, and gold accents.

The family room. Still no cozy fireplace.

More of the 2nd fl. landing- it's just a shelf - how do you get up there to dust it and the statuary?

Very large primary bedroom is like 2 rooms in one. Over the bed is a fancy gold-detailed ceiling. (I give up, still no fireplace.)

Huge black, white and gold en-suite.

One of the secondary bedrooms.

Smaller, 3pc. marble bath.

Outside, it does have an inground pool.

It's been on the market 176 days, so far.

A brick wall with decorative cement blocks surrounds the property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2759-Whitman-Dr-Brooklyn-NY-11234/30787712_zpid/

#ornate homes #mcmansions #houses #house tours #home tour

[telleroftime]

Coffee ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

You've always had a crush on the unapproachable detective, and finally it seems he's returning the interest.

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Request - Anonymous : Can I request a Gavin Reed x Reader. I don't really care what, but can it be fluff? :)

Pairing: Gavin Reed x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/N: I’m finally getting to answering requests. University has been... something alright. I'm sorry for the wait. There will be more Gavin fluff to come in the future too, if this wasn’t fluffy enough. Plus the other requests I'm yet to write! (Reposting this because I had to fix the tag issue)

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It was nearing midday when you arrived at the Detroit Police Station to start your shift, two cups of steaming coffee in your left hand, carried neatly in a cardboard holder. The bright light of the high sun was enough to fuel the smile on your face. The gentle breeze of late spring pushed you forward. Simply put, you were lucky today. 

The altered hours meant you didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn, instead sleeping in for a little while longer. You could take your morning routine slow and steady, and finish writing and preparing the documents for the day to come. Your apartment was cleaned before you could so much as dirty it, and you were practically ready to return home from the job you were yet to begin.

It also meant that when you left your home you had just missed the initial wave of customers and usuals you always saw queuing up inside of your favourite café. It was empty when you entered – your ride parked outside – and it was empty when you left the building, satisfied with your order. Now, you were scanning your DPD identification card on the staff entry after greeting the receptionists. There was a very obvious bounce of eagerness in your step that caused the small heels of your work shoes to clack against the dark, tiled floor.

Clack clack clack as you walked through the small plastic gates that marked the border of one large room from the other.

To your surprise, as you walked along the windowed wall, the bullring was primarily empty. There were no heads peeking from past the plexiglass that functioned as dividers. No laughter of the detectives that worked diligently at their decorated desks. And other than the quiet voices of policemen coming from the break room and the Captain's muffled responses to a phone call coming from inside his office, the overall room was uncharacteristically quiet. Even as you moved to where your eyes kept flickering, constantly glancing at the empty desk of a particular detective, the silence persevered for long enough to etch a childish pout onto your lips. Like most other seats, Gavin’s was empty.

Gavin Reed. Through the weeks you've got to know him, and even since just starting your job as a forensic pathologist at the station, you started to recognise your blooming crush for the detective. And ever since you have, your actions were quite the opposite of 'subtle'. In your eyes, there was no reason to pretend they weren't there. You liked the guy, and you weren't going to hide from those emotions.

You've left him chocolates; small snacks; little trinkets you believed he would like. Well, trinkets that disappeared from his near-empty desk the very next day, but no matter. You even started leaving some cheesy pick up lines that made you chuckle, written neatly on cream sticky notes you carried in your coat pocket out of a forced habit. You tried suggesting outings, yet he always ignored your suggestions. Brushed you off for the lack of a better word.

And now, with the steadily cooling coffee cups in hand, it wasn’t much different.

Slowly, you stepped around the short wall and towards the empty desk, glancing around in hopes of catching his eye. You knew he was here, if the slight blue glow of the power switch on the monitor was anything to go by. His jacket was draped on the back of his chair, and a small drop of a dark drink was splashed next to a ring of moisture. There were papers on the desk too, placed a little ways away from where a mug had obviously been placed, paired with blurry images of undisclosed origin. A new case he was working on you assumed. 

Nevertheless, with another look around, your right hand gingerly pushed the documents to the side, not bothering to neaten them into an even stack. You prioritised removing the paper coffee cup from the holder, politely labelled 'Hot Stuff' as per your request, and placing it down in the now clear centre of the surface. You just hoped he wasn't too full or caffeinated from whatever he had beforehand.

Quickly reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your trusty sticky notes and reached for the ballpoint pen that sat in the breast pocket of your work issued shirt. Tapping the butt end of the pen against your chin, you blinked in thought before your lips twitched up and you scribbled down a little message on the small square of paper, a terrible pun you hoped would make his day. You didn't hesitate sticking it on the white plastic of the cup.

“Words cannot espresso how much you bean to me.”

You practically flinched at the sound of the deep voice that appeared out of nowhere, your right hand darting for the remaining cup of coffee in the holder to keep it steady as you spun around, sucking in a sharp breath at the proximity you had to Gavin. A breath that caused the man to take a step back with a slight cock of his head. Detective Reed was standing in front of you, his body weight resting on his hip as his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyebrows raised in what you assumed was humour.

And yet neither of you spoke until the silence began to threaten to thicken in the layer of awkwardness.

"Sorry detective," you began, averting your eyes and looking anywhere but at him, "I didn't see you at your desk so I thought I'd just leave the coffee here. It's still hot."

What was hot was the heat in your face, your cheeks and ears no doubt a shade darker than before. Your lips had contorted into a mix of a wonky smirk and the visible effort of you trying to straighten them. Your jaw was clenched, your breathing forced down to a steady pace on your will alone. Refusing to look back, finding the uneven flicker of a distant light quite entertaining, your eyes moved to him when a short puff of hair escaped him.

You could see a sparkle in his dark eyes, the very same you fell in love with. The very same you bought coffee for. Yet this was the first time he willingly confronted you instead of keeping his distance. This-

“What are you doing this weekend?”

What?

With the way his brows furrowed, causing his scar to crease against his skin in the process, you were certain that your bewildered expression was caught by the man. However, other than actively avoiding your wondrous gaze, he didn’t take any action to move or to clarify his words and the meaning behind them. The most he did was readjust his crossed arms and scratch the stubble at the base of his jaw.

“Nothing. I should be free.”

A beat of silence passed, your heart fluttering with hope. Then he nodded.

“Meet me at the café down the street at two in the afternoon. Saturday.”

Did he…?

“Okay!”

You felt your spirit physically lift your body, eagerness blooming in your mind at Gavin's words. Genuine joy made your eyes no doubt shine, feeling them grow wetter as more of his words processed and your vision grew slightly blurry because of the saline. He just asked you out on a date. You couldn't believe it. The grin on your lips couldn’t have been bigger as you nodded, feeling your body grow in energy with the increasing serotonin. Your cheeks stung at the intensity of your smile. You were so happy.

However, before you could add to the conversation, your lips frozen ajar, you heard your name be called from the other side of the room, forcing you to excuse yourself and officially start your shift.

“I’ll see you then, Detective!”

Gavin Reed has asked you out on a date.

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#gavin reed #gavin reed oneshot #gavin reed x reader #gavin x reader #dbh gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin reed fluff #detroit being human #dbh #dbh oneshot #fluff #reader insert #oneshot

[devilrose]

Since the last commission I worked on got me thinking about ferrets and weasels, I went to look in the back of my blog for this particular artwork and I couldn't find it... that's because it's so old it predates the great deviantart-to-tumblr migration of 2010-11. I made this for an etching class in, I believe, september 2010 or something like that? Behold, this picture is old enough to go to high school now!

This was etching over plexiglass, then hand-printed over heavy paper. If I recall, it's very small, about palm-sized. I chose to print a weasel because I thought a fuzzy animal would be a good subject for a scratchier medium (I was right), but I absolutely cannot remember why 13 years ago I drew a weasel holding an egg. What's with the egg? I just don't know.

It's still cute 13 years later though, I think.

#weasel

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (3/22/24) Grace Spaulding John (American, 1890-1972) Patterns: Portrait of Ruth Pershing Uhler (1932) Oil on canvas, 151.4 x 136.1 cm. The Houston Museum of Fine Arts

Grace John prepared her own canvases; one of her hallmarks was her brown linen canvases prepared with rabbit-skin glue, a technique taught her by Hawthorne at Laurelton. She painted in the traditional manner, out of doors, seated in front of her subject, quickly making a small preparatory sketch and then working on the prepared canvas. She favored brilliant colors, broad brushstrokes, and occasional thick areas of paint applied with a palette knife. She used many media -- oil, pastel, conté, charcoal, pen and ink, and watercolor. In addition to her use of such techniques as etching and lithography, she was one of the first artists to use plexiglass as a medium.

#american artist #woman artist #portraiture

[kertoir]

i was being a little silly and etched ranboo into a sheet of plexiglass

#ranboo #ranboofanart #ranboo fanart #ranboo art #ranboolive #art #etching #eggkertoir

[chlorophylliccoyote]

If you need someone to come help run your printing press (for your bibbles) please let me know. I would love to learn how to use one (I'm very smart)

Sadly the only print presses I have are my paws, however I do plan on making and posting a guide on introductory and cheap hand relief printing.

However I do have basic knowledge on etching/relief printing presses and general printmaking know how. Etching/relief presses are just 2 rollers that sandwich a tabletop, and you can adjust the pressure that is applied to this tabletop. For relief and monotypes you want to use a lighter pressure since you don't want the paper to squeeze into the recesses of the block (relief), or you don't want to break the plexiglass plate that you're using (monotype). However for etching and intaglio prints you do want to lean a bit into the pressure, so that the damp cottony paper you're using can get into the recesses that hold the ink you're using, and also copper and the other metal sheets that are used for intaglio printing can better withstand this pressure when compared to relief and monotype materials (wood, linoleum, and the aforementioned plexiglass).

I know very little about lithography and even less about the printing press that uses it, but I know a decent amount about screen printing and that it doesn't use a press.

#I hyperfixate on printmaking #if you want more indepth knowledge on anything I just talked about I would love to yap on and on about it #you can send an ask of any kind #and or ask me in my DMs

[beaubashful]

“under the butterflies”

4x6 sketch & plexiglass etching.

never got any good prints unfortunately. maybe i’ll try again with this one day tho!

#printmaking #beaubashful art #beaubashful print

[givereadersahug]

💕 Snippets

The 2012 presidential campaign was picking up in earnest when Rory called Jess on a pay phone in the middle of Iowa. "There are still pay phones?" asked Jess when he picked up. "Hey," said Rory. She traced over a heart etched into the plexiglass with her finger. "Pick me up?" Jess arrived two days later at the dingy motel. He drove up in a beat-up car, wearing sunglasses and listening to a mixtape filled with music from the Great American Songbook.

from To Me That's What You're Worth

#myfanfic #gilmore girls #literati #fic snippets

[mooncatsart]

Throwing my art into the abyss and seeing what happens

Another intaglio print from a while ago this time etched on plexiglass and colored with watercolors

The alpaca's name is Teddy Bear and I used to work on the farm where she lived

#art #artists on tumblr #artist #painting #printmaking #alpaca #watercolour art #watercolour #watercolor #cute animals #rainbow #colorful

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

ROUND FIVE - MATCH THREE

"Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands)" (created in several waves between 7,300 BCE and 700 CE) / "Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" (1997 - John Boskovich)

CUEVA DE LAS MANOS: its so basically human. the hunting and animal scenes are strangers to the every day life of many people, but this hasnt changed. this art makes me want to put my hand outline next to theirs and become part of it. (anonymous)

ELECTRIC FAN (FEEL IT MOTHERFUCKERS): it makes me literally insane that’s all that’s left of him and he made sure it would stay remembered, something something the last trace of a breath immortalized the only way it could be. Feel it, motherfuckers. (courfeyracs-swordcane)

("Cueva de las Manos" (Cave of Hands) is located in Santa Cruz, Argentina and consists of outlines of hands, as well as some depictions of animals and hunting scenes created using various mineral pigments and gypsum on rock. The paintings cover about 60 m × 200 m (200 ft × 650 ft) of the cave.

"Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate" is an electric fan encased in plexiglass with vinyl faux etching and a plexiglass base with casters by gay American artist John Boskovich--Stephen Earanbino's partner. It was the last item left in Stephen Earabino's estate after his death by AIDS and measures 56 7/8 x 22 3/4 x 12 1/2 in. (144.5 x 57.8 x 31.8 cm). It is held by The Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text

[silkflovvers]

Haven't done it in a while, but whenever I post fanart online I feel like that meme of the guy standing in the corner at a party but with "they don't know my original artwork looks nothing like any of the fanart I post" as the cation. I've only posted maybe one or two fanarts that are similar to what I do in my free time.

I get whiplash from my own art. I'm a pen and ink user at heart and print making will always be a source of joy. I can work on a line art heavy piece for 15+ hours and be in absolute zen. Carving into blocks of wood or etching a piece of plexiglass is akin to meditation for me. Fanart feels like a feverish haze in comparison. An adrenaline rush of trying to get an idea down as fast as possible.

I haven't had the chance to do any of that since close to the start of last year and it's sort of weighing on me, so to get so much support even on old art means a lot. Thank you all, hope I can post some actual new stuff soon.

#txt