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How To Photograph Your Paintings
In this article I want to discuss a common problem that some traditional artists have. That's photographing your paintings. Whether it be for selling prints or just getting your art noticed online the importance of having paintings look great is key. If your fortunate enough to have a scanner for smaller pieces then that's great! But if your working on large canvases or paper then you can run into issues. The most common problem artists have are Glare, Blur and Color. All of which will be discussed in this article.
Anyone who has worked with acrylics and oils knows what a problem this can be when your trying to take a picture of a painting. This is not as much a issues for a artist working with watercolors
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In between the living and the undead
We were all going to be wonderful,
Pretending to be strong
(our walls are too thin).
Lately, the wait –
Breaking of the mind –
What they never teach you about grief,
Dead bodies don't cry.
Thoughts in a bomb shelterBeing bombed the first time is probably the most scary thing that can happen to you; you crouch in your little hole, you hear the explosions, and you know that there is absolutely nothing you can do: if a bomb hits it hits you if it misses, it misses; you are helpless to affect your fate. It is anger-making, it is an obscene thing to be so helpless.
After long enough, anything gets boring: you hear the bombs and rockets, and you crouch in your hole, and you just wish the neighbors would shut up.
But the anger never goes away: who are these people? Who do they think they are?! That they can just go around trying to kill people and get away with it? But what really make you angry is the people who let them get away with it.
UntitledLet go, of thine ungodly image,
& free the soul to see the light.
Our suffering, that's caused by us,
The death of self, a worthless fight.
Take the flight & open freedom,
See the angels, hear them,
As stained glass windows shine.
From golden domes to river Rhine,
The call, by which you'll know your
From ancient streets, to glass halls new,
We'll stop our time, halt counting
So let go, of your ungodly image,
Which binds the soul in death & fear.
Let all known go into the night,
Our past & future, just a smear
Of us, forever present...
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