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ex0toxin · 3 months
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road trip 🚗💨
jsys week'24, day 4
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cardinal-crossing · 10 months
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I went to a model train museum yesterday. You have no idea how badly I nerded out. I have never talked so much in one sitting in my entire life. More pictures under the cut!
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professional-termite · 3 months
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YAY IT TURNED OUT REALLY GOOOD WAHOOOOOO
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@brediest-littleguy
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kamberinnkamburu · 20 days
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kitcatbookmad · 1 year
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The V&A, on a rainy Friday afternoon.
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Concrete Hand April 29, 2023 Abroms-Engel Institute for the Visual Arts Birmingham, Alabama
I forgot to get the actual name of the piece and the artist.
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kirkklan2 · 1 month
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347 - "Banana Man"
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lutnistas · 1 month
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Museo de Arte Colonial ( Antigua / Guatemala )
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herbgerblin · 2 years
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for the fluff prompts, blupjeans for 18!
“you come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”
Barry unfortunately knew jack shit about paintings. He knew about popular painters, of course. He even owned a couple of paintings that he liked. But the Art World™ generally bewildered him. And right now he was staring at a collage of photorealistic objects merging into a cacophony of neon-colored, abstract blobs and zig zagging brush strokes. It made him feel even more out of place than he already was.
Behind him was a gathering of other professionals and scholars in various areas of the arcane sciences. He only agreed to attend the luncheon at the local art museum because he had skipped out on two previous work socials, and the department head had been breathing down his neck about it. Now, one opening speech and a shrimp cocktail later, Barry was already wondering what constituted as a reasonable time to sneak away.
Seventeen minutes obviously wouldn't cut it, so for now he was biding his time. He tried to get immersed in the art, but he eventually settled for leaning forward to read the little title cards. The one for the visual mess in front of him was called, "Touch Grass." Artist name, Archibald. It was priced at 69,000gp.
"Nice," Barry murmured.
"I agree," said a voice to his right.
Barry nearly leapt out of his skin! He didn't do that though. Instead, he straighten up to acknowledge the person who daringly snuck up next to him. Maybe not snuck up, but he had been zoning out pretty hard, admittedly. It was habitual.
He was met with the curious face of an elven woman. She was dressed in a white button up, a black pencil skirt and a short apron. She didn't look at all concerned by his sudden reaction. Instead, she gestured with her hand to another painting around a corner and said, "This one's pretty intense. If you need a mental palette cleanser, I suggest that bad boy over there."
She sidestepped to let Barry have a look, and Barry wordlessly obliged. The art piece in question featured a giant, white canvas with three, tiny, silver squiggly lines painted in the center. A row of stage lights illuminated it from above. It was titled, “An Inexplicable Observation of the Continuous Herewith and Ontoward.” Lumalinus. Priced at 5000gp.
“This has High elf written all over it," the lady said. "I can say that, I am one.”
She didn’t look like any of the High elves Barry was familiar with. At least not university faculty. Most dressed in flawless, well tailored suits. Or hand made garments that had been embroidered over centuries. And they carried themselves with the airs of nobility.
The stranger still at his side was leaning on her hip, and her apron had obvious food stains on it. But she otherwise looked very neat. Her thick, curly chair was pulled up into a highly ponytail, with lots of pins to hold back rogue wisps. From where she stood, the stage lights haloed a pretty face with tan skin and warm freckles.
Say something goobus, Barry thought, quickly realizing he was staring more intently at her than he had at the paintings.
“Y-you come here often?” he asked.
The lady smirked and tapped on a little name tag pinned to the right side her shirt. The name read, "Lup Taaco."
She replied, “Well considering I work here, yes.”
"Oh." Barry could feel his face turning red. Godsdammit. He rubbed the back of his neck and tore his eyes back over to the painting. "Well, I guess you've gotten a pretty good look at most of these works already."
"This gallery for sure," she replied, nodding. "But we've just recently updated one of the other wings. Less surreal, and more biology inspired. I recommended it if you're the nerdy type."
Barry felt like that was a light jab at him, with his tweed jacket and bluejeans. But he liked that she was down to earth with her art knowledge.
"Would you mind showing me where it is?" Barry asked, before recalling that there was a luncheon going on. "Oh, unless you're busy."
"Nah, it'd be my pleasure," she replied. As she led him away from the rest of the group, she gestured at her messy apron. "I actually work the front desk, but we were short staffed on catering today. So cha'girl ended up on shrimp duty."
Barry held up his mostly finished shrimp cocktail. "My compliments to the chef."
That got a smile out of her that rendered him speechless once again. Which actually turned out fine, since Lup proved that she definitely knew her ins and outs of the museum. She gave a comprehensive description of each exhibit, in such a way that never left Barry feeling bored.
They exchanged names and bits of info about each other. The pair also took turns determining their favorite art pieces as they continued touring.
There was a chalk drawing of a man eating a bowl full of purple broccoli, titled, “My Friends All Want to Play Fantasy Smash Brothers but I Want to Play Fantasy Mario Cart. This Blows.” Tifty. 20,000gp.
A vacuum cleaner filled with worms on strings, resting on a fuzzy carpet that was also littered with worms on strings. “It’s Not a Phase, Mom.” Shoto-Karagon, 7,500gp.
A photo of a mouse dragging a slice of pizza down some stairs. “Due to Inflation this Image is Now Worth 11,500gp.” Walton. 12,000gp.
"I would drop fat money on that worm-vacuum," Lup declared. "Worm-cuum.”
“I don’t know, the inexplicable whatchamacallit was really speaking to me," Barry said, absolutely joking. "I could see it hanging over my couch.”
Lup snorted and elbowed Barry's arm, which made him blush yet again. He'd completely abandoned the luncheon and had no regrets about it. Time seemed to fly by the two of them with reckless abandon.
“Oh, this one makes me sad," Lup said, her voice softening suddenly. "But I keep coming back to it.”
They paused their tour in front of a large installation of suspended statues. The focal pieces were two humanoid figures made of delicate porcelain. Their clothes rippled around them as they descended down crystalline pieces that collectively made a winding staircase. The figure in front appeared to reach back to the figure right behind them. The figure behind appeared to crane towards the figure right ahead.
“They always look like they're gonna touch each other's hands," Lup explained. She slumped the side of her face on her own palm. "But they never do.”
Barry glanced from the beautiful installation to Lup's surprisingly forlorn expression. It saddened him to think that she always had to walk by this thing that she loved, and never feel satisfied by it. He looked back at it, before quickly spotting a title card on the wall a few feet behind where the figures were suspended.
"Maybe the artist made other sculptures like this one?" he suggested. He walked over to read the card, keeping an eye out for any "Do not cross this line" signs on the floor. There weren't any here, so he felt okay maneuvering around the sculpture. "Like a continuation of the story they were trying to tell."
"This installation was from an anonymous donor," Lup replied. "And as far as I know, it's a standalone piece."
"Huh," Barry said. The title card simply read, "Salut D'Amour." Nameless. No price given. Barry turned around to look at the piece. “Maybe you just gotta…oh shit...”
He blinked and silently gestured for Lup to join him. She did so, curiosity bubbling across her face. Barry scooted over a bit to give her room, and she followed his line of sight towards the statues. She let out a small gasp.
Barry's words came back to him. “...find the right angle.”
From where they both stood, they could now see the point where both figures were gleefully descending the glittering staircase, hand in hand, not letting go.
“Wow,” Lup murmured.
Barry was too aware of how close he and her were squeezed together in the corner. His face was burning like a furnace and he had no idea if this was entirely appropriate in an art museum. But seeing Lup look at her favorite art piece with a newfound appreciation, Barry couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Lup turned her happy gaze at him, grinning from ear to ear.
“I don’t think anyone's figured it out since we’ve put it up," she said, in almost a whisper. "So for the time being, this is our little secret."
"I think this one might my favorite too," Barry replied, matching her smile.
"You have excellent taste."
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boypussydilf · 9 months
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betty, my princess
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gaysymbie · 3 months
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the world is so beautiful
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vizuart · 1 year
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cardinal-crossing · 10 months
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I also went to the aviation museum on Tuesday when I visited the model train museum! I apologize for taking so long with the pictures, I wanted to draw over a couple of them, and apparently, I decided to put a lot of detail into them. Enjoy! Pictures are under the cut!
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miremir3 · 6 months
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pomwziamarena · 9 months
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avantguardisme · 10 months
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oh the other great part of my little trip to nyc this week is i got to go to both the met and the moma and not only did i get to see so much cool art but i also bought SO many new art postcards for my collection
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