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joelcrisafulliart · 7 months
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Website : https://www.joelcrisafulliart.com/   Address : Natick, Massachusetts, USA
Joel Crisafulli Art, based in Natick, MA, specializes in delivering original artwork inspired by nature and pop culture. A lifelong Massachusetts resident, Joel finds inspiration in New England’s natural beauty and childhood concepts. Formerly a high school design teacher, Joel now dedicates his time to creating landscapes, seascapes, and pop culture images, offering both original acrylics on canvas and hand-signed Giclee prints on 100% rag paper. His creations are available for purchase and are ready to hang, with edges painted black and the back gallery wired.
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tygerland · 1 year
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Oil & acrylic paintings by Kiki Kogelnik: War Baby (1972) Outer Space (1964) Fly Me to the Moon (1963) and Dynamite Darling (1972).
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takunwilliams · 5 months
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dbguidebook · 5 days
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Darling Bonnie's Art House: 'The Girl Always Did Have Good Taste' (1976) By Ed Ruscha. #Societythings
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giac222 · 13 days
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☀️🍦🌈 ❇️ 🌊🩷 ☮️ 🎨
• Collage (2020)
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sheltiechicago · 11 months
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Entering The Enchanting Realm Of Robert Burden’s Playful Paintings
Robert Burden’s Toy Box collection is a nostalgic journey through childhood memories and imagination. The California-based artist creates stunning oil on canvas paintings that combine action figures with intricate decorative motifs. These colorful characters and stories transport the viewer back to a time of joy and boundless imagination.
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careermyths · 4 months
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visit-new-york · 1 year
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Crosby and Broome Street
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Crosby St & Broome St New York, NY 10012
Unveiling the Splendor of Crosby Street & Broome Street.
In the heart of Manhattan's SoHo district lies an enchanting convergence of history, artistry, culinary excellence, and urban allure – the iconic intersection of Crosby Street and Broome Street. These two thoroughfares, each with its unique character, weave a narrative that transcends time, revealing the captivating evolution of a neighborhood that has blossomed into a haven for creativity, luxury, and vibrant community life. Embark on a captivating journey as we delve into the intricate details that define Crosby Street and Broome Street in SoHo, transforming them into a destination unlike any other.
A Stroll Through Time and Architecture
Crosby Street, a narrow cobblestone path, invites visitors to step back in time. Its cast-iron facades, remnants of the neighborhood's industrial origins, have been artfully repurposed into galleries, boutiques, and residences. The very buildings that once housed factories now stand as testaments to SoHo's ability to seamlessly fuse history with modernity, each cast-iron detail whispering stories of the past while embracing the future.
Intersecting Crosby Street, Broome Street adds another layer to the architectural panorama. Amid the luxury boutiques and contemporary structures, the Old St. Patrick's Cathedral stands tall, its Gothic Revival architecture an eloquent reminder of the immigrant history that helped shape the neighborhood. The streets serve as a living embodiment of how a community can pay homage to its roots while embracing change.
Artistic Expression and Creativity
Crosby Street's artistic soul continues to thrive through a fresh blend of pop-up exhibitions, murals, and interactive installations. The street itself has become an ever-changing canvas, a vibrant symphony of colors and shapes that captivate passersby and engage the imagination. It stands as a testament to the power of art to transcend conventional boundaries and inhabit the very essence of a neighborhood.
Broome Street's creative vitality is equally vibrant, boasting galleries, studios, and performance spaces. These intimate theaters provide a stage for emerging artists, musicians, and actors to share their talents, breathing life into the neighborhood's commitment to nurturing artistic expression in all its forms.
Culinary Odyssey and Pleasures
The culinary offerings on Crosby and Broome Streets present a feast for the senses, a tantalizing fusion of cultures and cuisines that reflect New York City's global character. From cozy cafes to upscale dining establishments, these streets offer a culinary symphony that celebrates diversity and innovation. Each dish and cup of coffee is a testament to the culinary artists who infuse their creations with a passion that mirrors the vibrant spirit of the neighborhood.
Retail Therapy and Luxury Lanes
For the discerning shopper, Crosby and Broome Streets emerge as a haven of luxury and style. The boutiques and flagship stores of luxury brands create an ambiance of refined elegance, where the latest trends and timeless fashion converge. The windows serve as a visual masterpiece, drawing in fashion enthusiasts and blending artistic expression with the world of commerce.
Community and Cultural Fusion
Beyond the aesthetics and commercial offerings, Crosby Street and Broome Street thrive as hubs of community engagement and cultural fusion. Throughout the year, these streets come alive with a myriad of events that unite residents and visitors, fostering a sense of belonging and shared identity. Art walks, street fairs, and seasonal celebrations fill the air with excitement, allowing individuals to immerse themselves in the neighborhood's vibrant tapestry.
Local artisans and craftsmen also find their home along these streets, offering a glimpse into the ingenuity and entrepreneurial spirit that define the SoHo community. From handmade crafts to vintage treasures, these local establishments contribute to a sense of authenticity that resonates with those who seek to uncover the heart of the neighborhood.
Residential Enclaves and Urban Sanctuaries
Crosby Street and Broome Street are not just destinations for exploration; they also embrace a vibrant residential community that calls SoHo home. Living on these storied streets offers a unique blend of urban sophistication and neighborhood charm. Residents find themselves at the nexus of luxury and convenience, with high-end boutiques and dining establishments just steps away from their front doors.
These streets, with their cobblestone pathways and historic facades, serve as urban sanctuaries where residents can escape the bustling city and find respite within a community that values both creativity and connectivity. The sense of camaraderie that emerges among those who reside on Crosby and Broome Streets is a testament to the enduring allure of this remarkable neighborhood.
Conclusion: A Continuum of Splendor
In the heart of SoHo, Crosby Street and Broome Street stand as sentinels of a neighborhood that has gracefully evolved while preserving its character and heritage. These streets are not isolated entities; they are part of a continuum that weaves the past, present, and future into a seamless tapestry of experiences. From the cast-iron architecture that whispers tales of industrial prowess to the vibrant artistry that defines its modern incarnation, this intersection beckons travelers and locals alike to embrace the charm, creativity, and community that define SoHo's essence.
As you traverse the enchanting landscape of Crosby Street and Broome Street, you're embarking on an exploration of the soul of New York City itself. Through its art, architecture, culinary delights, and dynamic community, this iconic intersection embodies the spirit of a city that is both a canvas and a masterpiece – a city that thrives on innovation while honoring its storied past. SoHo's odyssey continues, and at the crossroads of Crosby and Broome, its timeless allure is more captivating than ever before.
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pinksugarscrub · 6 months
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Hobie Brown x Black Cat! fem! reader
Scenario: Inspired by this post by @undobutton. Thank you! I hope you enjoy :)
Part(s): 1, 2, ???
Art is a freedom of expression. That’s something that your mother drilled into your head when you were young. Your small fingers littered with paint or covered in clay as you listened to her speech for the umpteenth time. 
Before, you hated the constant lessons. English, math, science. All centered around culture and the history of man. It was unbearable until…it wasn’t. Until you saw him. His voice cracking as he sang and his fingers missing every other chord on his borrowed guitar. 
That’s when you finally understood what she meant. 
Art, is freedom.
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The streets of Camden were always full of life. The back streets anyway. That’s where Norman Osborn’s authority ended.
Kids running around carefree as music played from a scrapped radio. It always brought a smile to your face.
You greeted everyone you passed briefly. Blending in with the crowd easily as you weaved through the many makeshift homes.
To the government you were outcasts. But this, this was home.
You eyed one home in particular. Freedom fighters laughing as they knocked their glasses together.
Pursing your lips as you bite back a smile as soon as you spot him. His wicks give him away instantly. There were too many people around so for now, Hobie would have to wait.
Tearing your gaze away from the tall punk, you came to an alleyway. Narrow enough that you would have to suck in your breath and position your body to the side to even squeeze through. You grinned at the challenge. With a quiet huff you gracefully scaled the building. Your footsteps silent against the concrete. It was exhilarating.
Rolling to a stop you cause the spray paint cans in your backpack clink together. Your expression only brightened as you quickly tore your bag open. The familiar cat eye shaped goggles you adorned along with a black coat and gloves folded neatly inside.
Gingerly you slip the leather on before fixing the metal studded belt around your waist. Of course, you offset the intense color with a pair of jeans and chucks.
Keeping your identity was a priority. Just like that new Spiderman swinging around the city. He was a sight to behold. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him that is.
You shook your head to pull yourself from the cloud of your imagination. It was time to search for the perfect canvas.
You nodded mostly to yourself as you slid a scarf over your nose. Dropping down with a thud onto an abandoned apartment building as you scoured the skyline.
Not noticing the curious gaze on your back.
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You popped open a can of fresh paint. The cap clattering to the ground as music blared through the walkman attached to your belt. You took a deep breath as you glanced down at the sketch in your black book.
“Here we go,”you murmur as the hiss of the can echoes through the air. The colors blending together seamlessly as you tapped your foot to the beat.
Normally, you would tag your name into any and every surface you could find. But today, you decided to go the political route. An outline of a young girl appearing on the brick. She was messy, unkept. But bright and bold against the black background.
You wanted your work to embody hope. For a better future, for freedom.
That’s why you had made it this far right? You had to have some purpose as the people closest to you passed on and left the picture of your life.
That’s what you cling to on the days you miss your mother.
You blend out of the confounds of your outline. Flicking open a can of blue paint before shaking it. It was almost impossible to find paint now that the police had caught wind of you and other artists so you had to make this can last.
Your eyes shifted every once and awhile as you kept an eye out for officers. Used to their angry shouts as they tossed objects at you. It was hilarious watching them as they doubled over, gasping for air as you mocked them from above. There was even a device in your bag in case things went south but that day had yet to come.
After what seemed like hours which was actually only a matter of minutes you were met with silence. Your hand lowered as you paused the walkman. Stepping back to critique your work.
There were some errors here and there. Places where you colored in a different color than you had intended and empty spaces but overall, you were happy. Ten minutes below your normal time.
“No expectations?”
You froze at the unfamiliar voice. Gripping the can in between your fingers as you slowly turned to look behind you. And if you were holding your breath before you were sure you had nothing left as you exhaled.
“I think I see what you’re tryin’ to say but-” The loud thud of his boots causes your skin to crawl. By the tone of his voice you assume he has a smile underneath his mask. Possibly even smug. “-be a dear and humor me.”
It takes him not one but two strides before he’s at your side. He’s so nonchalant, hands dug into his pockets as he towers over you. Spiderman. The Spiderman. You feel faint.
“What, cat got your tongue love?” Tilting his head to the side as he chuckles.
You bite your bottom lip, anxiously watching him as you resist the urge to bolt.
You did not just steal a new set of supplies only to leave them in the hands of Spiderman. Regardless of how noble he seemed. They were yours. Taken fair and square.
“What’s it to you?” Posture stiff as you eye his form for the hundredth time.
He seems amused by your response. Head moving back to its original position. He can practically see the cat ears atop your head. Maybe even a tail flicking angrily against the back of your thighs.
“You wound me love.” Shifting his weight so he’s facing you directly. “Thought us rebels had to stick together.”
You purse your lips. Casting a glance to your bag before returning your gaze to him. “Rebels are just as disloyal as cops. Save their own skin if the situation calls for it.”
He snickers at the accusation. It’s not cleverly disguised. "I hear that."
“What do you want from me?” Your eyes narrowed beneath your goggles. Beginning to size him up like a predator eyeing its prey. A cat ready to crush a nuisance of a spider.
He practically burst into laughter. Arms crossed in front of his chest as he steps back and narrowly misses the 'S' in expectations.
To anyone else he would seem entirely relaxed. But you feel the way his eyes burn into your skin. Memorizing your every move.
He knows something. Wants something out of this interaction but you don't intend to give it to him. Whatever it is.
Even if his voice has your stomach doing flips.
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artestyblog · 5 months
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less of an ask and more of a compliment i love the way your tags are organized…”decay as a commodity” “bodies shifting in narrow spaces” etc is it your own original work or quoting from a song/poem/or something?
helloo angel and welcomee to the show, its always such a joy when people appreciate my silly little tagging system. they're all just random sentences i thought up ages ago, , just to make sense of the mess in front of you etc y'know how it gets love. i couldn't really get behind tagging things as "art" "people, faces places things" etc. i needed to inject a bit of flavour to the whole thing (let this not be read as a subtle jab towards any new york based tumblrinas , we're above that c'mon now). i wouldn't say these little phrases are "personal" by any means but they have been motifs i wanted to actively explore in the art i make so no harm putting them up here i guess haha
for posterity's sake i thought i'd just copy an explanation of my tags from an old ask
decay as a commodity : okay so i envisioned this as a way to just summarize modern living? i think of a whole blueish neon color scheme with this one. my line of thinking was,, with the world slowly rotting away and living becoming so expensive and exhausting, whats the one commodity we all share? wouldn't it be decay? aren't we all slowly fading together etc etc. i use this for images with cooler muted tones and anything with a futuristic vibe,, along with some grimey, monochrome photography
the setting dawn: this is the polar opposite of decay, i think of it as "hope beyond hope" a la Prior Walter's line in Angels in America. i know "the setting sun " might sound more natural but i think of it as,, dawn , when the sun breaks through - in this short period the world starts to wake. qs the dawn sets the day kicks in, with all its routine misery. Dawn i think, is the only time the sun is kind to you, because its still hidden away at least slightly. But the day truly starts and itbeats down on you. And yet we continue to live, past the boredom and the pain, we live past hope, past the quiet comfort of dawn. I use this for pictures with earthy tones and things on the more uplifting side
bodies shifting in narrow spaces: this has some overlap with the decay tag, im not as organized as i need 2 be. i use this for figures & portraits ill want to draw or just really any photography i like that features a human presence. think of it as people so dependent on an outside gaze they constantly try to reinvent themselves, or just, everyday people, getting less and less time to live, having to work and forcing themselves into relationships with any real connection
original sin and other contingencies: im trying to fit this in for more risque photography and maybe things on the more gory side. how do i explain this.. okay so... when there's nothing left to do you'll always have sin to turn to just yo keep yourself occupied, along with other methods/contingencies u get the jist
linen that lingers: my fashion tag nothing more 2 it
the canvas as testimony: for art that is made for the gallery or art that is held in higher regard i guess, more high culture. it includes painting, sculptures,along with architecture,, but maybe i should make an architecture tag. i think of the things here as more personal efforts
motion on a still surface: for art that is energetic and really pops off the page. includes comics, manga, fanart, animation. stuff here may be more low culture but really its not. i just differentiate these art tags as ,,one is stuck to the canvas whatever that canvas may be, while the other leaps off the page
word on a wing let me soar: books, poetry, articles, journals , all words that i adore
a conversation with the self: i wanted this to be for things that are very personal to me but i just use my other tags
angels in descent: my little funny haha tag for yknow ,,, funny haha. yknow the "devil's rejects" the movie? like its a way of saying people so horrible no even the devil would take them. okay so i thought " god's rejects " but that's lame. so i landed on this, like idk...imagine angels falling from grace
arcade shuffle: for my little viddy games lol. sorry for being a #gamergirl but yes it happens sadly ,,moving on
jet jump jive: for songs
at the pictures: for movies,, like imagine im going "cant talk im at the pictures wheee ^_^"
there is such a great distance between now and later: to track my art and writing progress but i barely use it cause it barely draw or write these days i blame the wave of despair that washeth over me
proof of concept: photos i took but there's like almost nothing here
misc that are just funny 2 me like i do it 4 a little chuckle i deserve it:
screw it posting hole - for hole the band
bowies in spaaace - for bowie, after the flight of the concords song cmon its a little funny at least cmon now
twink speaks- for twin peaks lol
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takunwilliams · 27 days
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Abel aka The Weekend by Technodrome1 get this canvas and many more like it from my collection today . Click the link to buy
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apoptoses · 8 months
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💖 What made you start writing? 🧠 Marius ! And/or Pandora.
💖 What made you start writing?
wow wow make me embarrass myself right out of the gate here lmao
honestly the answer is YOU, and @hekateinhell and @rainbowcarousels. like i inhaled all you guys's fic last fall and read your meta and stuff here on tumblr and it just looked like you were all having so much fun and being creative? and then i thought maybe if i tried writing and liked it, other people would talk to me about armand and i could make VC friends. and look at us now!!
and i've always been a maladaptive daydreamer, whenever i get a new blorbo i end up playing out scenes about them in my head so i thought maybe writing would be a good outlet for those thoughts. and then instead of being a weirdo who stares into space thinking about armand getting fucked dumb i would be ~plotting~ and my adhd symptom would become something productive lmao
i wish i had some deeper, more inspirational reason but 'i wanna make friends and put my weirdo thoughts to good use' is really all there is to it.
🧠 Marius ! And/or Pandora.
okay okay marius head canons, let's go:
cat guy. like cats were highly respected in ancient rome and as a guy who likes to own fine things, he would not have been down to have pests in the house. so he's always been the type to sit out food for local strays and have a favorite or two he lets wander his home. i like to imagine him giving some philosophical monologue to pandora about how vampires are similar to cats, they're both instinctual killers and pandora being like 'are you really trying to mansplain cats to me in order to justify to yourself how much you enjoy petting the stray that lives in your garden?'
i see him being a really thoughtful gift giver. he has such a hard time expressing remorse and admitting he did something wrong, so he became great at picking out presents to compensate. and besides he just has great taste. definitely the guy everyone in auvergne wants to pull their name the year lestat insists on playing the mortal game of 'secret santa'.
i feel like it would be easy to assume he hates modern art because he's such a classicist. and maybe he did at first, he didn't get the purpose of painting with such a seeming 'lack' of technique until he stood in front of a rothko himself. and with his vampire vision he saw all the subtle variations in red that covered the canvas and he got it, he was deeply moved.
definitely went all in on architecture during the egpytian revival period and had home with a facade that replicated an ancient temple. (this didn't make akasha give him any special attention. not that he would admit to hoping for that or anything, he was just keeping up with the times, obviously)
he and daniel briefly terrorized a pub trivia night by sweeping every category every time they showed up until the owner gently requested they not come back since other patrons were tired of losing. he can't help that he's well read and his companion has a great wealth of knowledge on pop culture, okay?? mortals these days are such sore losers.
some guys are into shoes, some are into watches, we know from canon that he loves gloves and so he absolutely has a pair of bespoke leather gloves in every color for every occasion. driving gloves, white lambskin gloves for formal events, fur lined gloves for winter, he has multiple drawers in his closet for his collection. no i don't need smut with him doing obscene things to someone while wearing these gloves for kinktober why do you ask
i could go on but THERE YOU GO, i hope my niche and useless thoughts about him were entertaining at least 🥰
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jamieroxxartist · 5 months
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Good Morning Social Media! Today’s featured #Spotify #Playlist is: This Is #TheClash ; Mei Ling and I feature a new playlist daily. It’s what I have on here in the studio while I Paint and work. You can Listen as well, for FREE, both here at the Link and on the Pop Culture BLOG at my website: www.JamieRoxx.us enjoy :)
#SpotifyPlaylist 🎧: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DZ06evO2fKbHG
🎂 Happy Birthday. Today, Dec 15, 1955 – #PaulSimonon, English singer-songwriter and bass player (The Clash and #Havana3am) was born.
#PunkRock, #NewWave, #PostPunk, #Reggae, #AlternativeRock, #RockandRoll
Featured here: A #Painting I painted a few years ago:
‘#Boots’
2009, acrylic and oil blend on canvas, 18"x24" by @ArtistJamieRoxx #JamieRoxx ( www.JamieRoxx.us ) This Sold Painting is Not Available.
#PopArt #Punk #Stilllife
. . . #Blog #Art #LifeattheBeach #ArtistsLife #BestFriends #SharPei #Painter #NeoNoir
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sheltiechicago · 11 months
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Entering The Enchanting Realm Of Robert Burden’s Playful Paintings
Robert Burden’s Toy Box collection is a nostalgic journey through childhood memories and imagination. The California-based artist creates stunning oil on canvas paintings that combine action figures with intricate decorative motifs. These colorful characters and stories transport the viewer back to a time of joy and boundless imagination.
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abwwia · 1 month
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Deborah Kass, 12 Red Barbras (the Jewish Jackie Series), 1993, acrylic and screenprint on canvas, 60 x 54 x 2 inches.
Photo : Courtesy the artist and Kavi Gupta, Chicago. Deborah Kass (born 1952) is an American artist whose work explores the intersection of pop culture, art history, and the construction of self. Deborah Kass works in mixed media, and is most recognized for her paintings, prints, photography, sculptures and neon lighting installations. Via Wikipedia
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