It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. You deserve these.
Xavi Bou’s “Ornitographies" is a combination of photography and motion study, capturing the shapes generated by migratory flight patterns, and creating something uniquely beautiful in the process.
Penny Hardy’s life-sized sculptures are crafted “from found bits and pieces of scrap metal, used to create a piece with renewed life and energy.”
The Gallery1988 show features work inspired by Yankovic’s songs, his 1989 cult movie ‘UHF,’ and the man himself.
Photographer Teemu Jarvinen found film noir and cyberpunk in his images of Sapporo, Japan.
Artist Agnieszka Nienartowicz replicates not only the style of the old masters, but the realism of the human canvas.
The latest show at Gallery1988 features terrific new pieces inspired by “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation,” “Elf,” “Die Hard,” “Love, Actually,” and more.
Kelly Pratt Kreidich and Ian Kreidich’s “Dancers & Dogs” pairs professional dancers with their charming pooches.
Blain Hefner’s inventive designs put the likes of ‘They Live,’ ‘Spinal Tap,’ and ‘Bill & Ted’ atop your Christmas tree.
“A Glitch in the System, deconstructing stereotypes,” a new exhibition in the Photo Vogue Festival, collects and presents “new ways of looking at gender fluidity, at the diverse wealth of body types and appearances and at the endless forms of beauty, of ethnic backgrounds and origin.”
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Man I hate it when people use the pronoun “you” as a singular pronoun in an informal setting. “You” is plural, unless thou dost speak to an unfamiliar person. The correct singular second person pronoun is “thou” in most cases. Grammar never changes. Pronouns must always stay one way until the end of time. Learn thy proper English. *sigh* Kids these days.
If thou this mistake shouldst make on thine own blog, then know, villain, that thou art a dirty descriptivist, and no friend of mine. Ne'er should language itself alter, it doth remain fixèd as such, untouch’d by change. Wouldst thou, vile descriptivist, that we forget the heritage of our great tongue? Nay, say I. Thou art but a dickhead who sayest so.
stynt ðy clappe! beoð ðo writerris be wetleas knafen. ðy langag o engelond diffoulened be, ille usenid bi sclaundrous novelri.
