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Takashi Murakami

I did research on pop culture and the implications of it in modern society from the artistic point of view of culture, and I came across this artist Takashi Murakami.

Among his


Japanese artist who combines the culture purely "otaku" in the field of art.
a kind of parallel between the American Pop Art, which was addressed to the audience of large numbers, in which everyday objects (such as the can of coca cola) were re-evaluated as works of art, and then charged with a surplus value that does not really possess.

Same thing for the trend of Super Flat, in which precisely Murakami moves.
Use the language of anime and manga, overloading of elements, exasperating (as in the pictures posted soon).
Elements of his time, for many goods of little value, which is re-invested with a value that does not really possess.

And so that creates the real figures of 2 meters (exposed to various biennial), in which the sexual characteristics are taken to the extreme, as in the pages of a doujinshi hentai or whatever.

Quoting the author, his work "My Lonesome Cowboy"
"... is blond mangaumanoide of two meters, naked, holding his own fault, splashing through the air majestically their reason for living" Goodnight

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Experiments



I opened illustrator for the first time since lon use conscientiously, with the intent not "project", in the purest sense of the word.
But with the goal of "creating". Create an illustration using the tools provided to me.
Well, I must say that it is very fun and rewarding. And fast.
creating a draft on paper, then present it anew in vector, and then color it creates a pride in really warm.
It 'nice to create something like that with an impersonal instrument such as a computer:)

Pain In Heel When I Get Up In The Morning

the situation


We point: summer work, holiday in London, incoming and operation sequence, the start of classes.
Ok.
What next? The nothing o_o I dare not imagine what will be "after" graduation, I spent all life to study, what would I be able to do "after"?
I can not imagine a different job than the designer (or something related), but I know that my skills pretty mediocre, I can dream job in the field.
And then?
will become a secretary?
A teacher?
A housewife (oh my God, that better not, I'd be the worst home that may exist on the planet!)?
Gilmore?

not know, who knows.
I just know that it is approaching a crucial moment, and I do not know how to deal with.
The panic begins to be felt ... and this is never a good thing.

What else was I supposed to be, and I think have forgotten for too long. I missed that train, unfortunately, will always remain with the remorse of having slipped into the oblivion of the disease, only true art that was strong in me.
Unfortunately, the echo of that period of denial, fear and scattered scars still echoes in my head.
But it's more like a hiss now, which is useful not to forget.
look forward to healing now.
look forward to happy times.

Other moments will be happy now that I could finally take a brush and paint on a canvas. Other
bogey that I had created, I left what I think would be my job nature.
not because I have a talent out of the ordinary or anything, but because it's something visceral.
paint, color, brush and canvas.
Even when I did not in reality, I dreamed the night.
dreamed huge canvases, and the color that flowed from within, and poured out.
I really have never stopped.

try again now that that feeling without the fear of sinking into oblivion of the disease, now is a better day.
A new birth, even if partial.

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And Nina tries again ...

With what? But
digital coloring, of course!

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Sketch smeared yesterday. The furrows of the pencil are felt on the sheet below.
My madness continues to haunt, me and the next. But this is old story for the period, better accept it and try to move forward.

Next, as the project we are trying to put into port, an illustrated history. Unfortunately they are in full crisis
style. Unfortunately yes

is a phase that every beginning of a new story, it takes me. I hope to end pain.

In the meantime I went back the urge to take a brush and paint using oil paints. I want a canvas underneath. I want to feel alive in color pulsing veins of the plot.
I want that electricity that vibrates in every touch of brush, to cross back.

I can not wait.