paranoidbarnowl:
hifructosemag:
Beth Cavener Stichter (featured in Hi-Fructose Vol. 16) caught our attention with her raw sculptural style. The artist forms animals by hollowing out blocks of clay, giving her subjects a raw, unrefined appearance as if they sprang from the material itself. In her latest body of work for her second solo show at Claire Oliver Gallery, “Come Undone,” Cavener Stichter refined her aesthetic, creating animal sculptures that are more stylized with deep grooves and glazed with different shades of gray — a departure from her minimally embellished work from the past. Take a look at a few images from “Come Undone,” which opens September 13 at Claire Oliver in New York City.
I love her work.
I’m so in love with this. Everyone go look at her gallery. My god.
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Filed under dang so much motion in these sculptures sweet
It’s bad that I shipped them. I know it. They know it.
SO STOP LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT
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I wish I could romance Mordin. Why do I always want the ones I can’t have?
Filed under mass effect mass effect 2 i wanted to romance garrus in the first game and now that i have him i'm like eh also femshep/wrex 4 lyfe idek wrex is the greatest garrus femshep romancing mordin mordin solis THOUGHT I WAS HARMLESS DID YOU?
vile-priestess:
princess—melanie:
So I was watching Beauty and the Beast earlier when Gaston says “There’s no pictures in this book.” This made me think back to Little Town when shes showing the sheep her book and was like “Uhhhh wrong!” Sooo this happened.
This has always bothered me. Always. I watched that stupid movie every day for probably a year or two straight and I was always like BUT THERE AAAARRRREEE PICTURES GASTON, but maybe he’s just used to ~graphic novels~
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He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and chewed on it while he tamped down the sickness. “It sort of looked like you stretched out really thin and then snapped. Like a rubber band.”
“And you still came after me?”
His customary smile returned. “Well, yeah. I mean, when’s the next time I’m going to get to do that?”
Accidental double entendre ahoy. Current word count 53,218.
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