The Indian Artist: A Unique Canvas

Happy Monday everybody!! I hope that you are all doing well and had a restful Thanksgiving break. Mine was much needed and helped me to press the resent button in time for the next few weeks of final exams. Today I will be sharing a quick post on an interesting artist that I discovered recently who uses a very unique surface to create her work.

I introduce to you all Daria Kolosova, a Russian artist that creates incredible oil paintings on beautiful reflective, mirrored canvases. The signature of her work, more so than the subject and technique itself, is the glamorous rose gold surface she uses to paint. I was first drawn to her work for this reason as it is so unique and unlike anything that I have ever seen before. I am currently in pursuit of getting my hands on a similar canvas but it seems that it is a commercial secret as I have been unsuccessful in my attempts.

Daria paints in oil on both a traditional canvas and on real copper, the material from which her mirrored canvases are created. These canvases are the signature characteristic of her work. It seems that she and her team have been able to refine sheets of copper to create these canvases. Daria primarily works in realism, portraying captivating subject matter with layered meanings. Many of her paintings feature Scrooge McDuck, the illustrious uncle to Donald Duck. Her pieces make a powerful impression and set the character for any room they are featured in. Her strokes are soft yet bold and hold a defining texture to them.
I have attached the links to Daria’s Instagram and website. I know this was a short post but I wanted to take the time to feature and highlight a wonderfully unique artist.

As always, if anything that I discussed in this post stands out, or if any questions arise please feel free to comment and share your thoughts! I hope that you all have a wonderful rest of the semester and that exams treat you well!

Looking forward to next Monday!

 

~ Riya

 

Personal website:   https://riyarts.weebly.com/

My t-shirt is the train 

Dripping with cold sweat under a winter coat

 

My laptop is the train

Ticking, lifeless, from sticky fingers 

 

My scarf is the train

Saving the seat next to me from butt sweat 

 

My suitcase is the train 

Searching for closure in a jostled enclosure 

 

My hair is the train 

Musty against my face to keep me warm

 

The train, such a stain to bring me home

Evolving Emotions: Thankful

The comfort in knowing

All is well

And will be well

 

The security felt

When a sound

Divulges its character

 

The overwhelming joy that

Echoes through the room

At a ridiculous story

 

The calm you keep

Close to the chest

Knowing your needs are met

 

The common conversations

That you simply

Must absorb in your mind

 

The familiar scent

Of a home

So loved

 

you get in the car

your glance rips

from familiarity

each mile

unnaturally separating

 

The love

The struggle

The pain

The growth

The peace

 

The memories you crafted fade

As the path ahead expands

You know you must

Commence

 

You tremble

But trek onwards

Hoping for greatness

Cautioned towards aversiveness

 

No easier to swallow

The tears well up

As you are reminded of what you had

 

Friends

Remembrances

Home

Family

 

Even so,

Being apart

Shows how well off

You were

And still are

 

They have given you this gift

To separate from the world they made

 

And form a new one.

 

TOLAROIDS: Astrophotography

These photos are probably one of my favorites that I’ve ever taken, but it took me a long time to figure out how to get there. With astrophotography you don’t only need an insane amount of patience, but actually good equipment to start with (most of the photos from Peru I took with my friend’s Canon, as all that my old Sigma caught was dust that had maybe 33% chance of being actual stars.) Then you also need a perfectly clear sky, probably away from cities and any lights that would create distraction, as well as good air quality. Once you gather all of this: you’re good to go! (Don’t be discouraged if it doesn’t work out the first time though, scroll down to see what 90% of my photos from that night took) I’ve wanted to do astrophotography in Michigan at some point so I think I will try to combine it with a little more detailed tutorial in case anyone wants to give it a go! My best tip for now regardless of the equipment you’re using: play around with settings. From the images I present here you can see how you an bring out a variety of colors and shades from total darkness (the editing was minimal! Mostly contrast, but I did not change the colors or whatsoever so you can really see how powerful changing the settings can be with astrophotography.)

 

 

 

The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 7: The Army

  1. An undisclosed photo of a soldier from the Army (source unknown).

    From the tumultuous tides that churn and swirl in a slurry we hailed / Prowling growlers and missiles of ice / That slosh in the slush of hushed currents / In frenetic eternity.

  2. Readily we traversed / The pulsating subsurface and tenuous night / The venous channels and crumpled paths / Under silent symphonies and sonorous skies / Until we found you.
  3. A subtle force, we convened / Upon the bristled surface below the fickle water-sky / Across the ground that sops up shrill water / Or rejects it, eschews it into whiteness / Scattered across the tensile blades / erupting from matted black nuggets.
  4. North of the end of the shifting stew we mounted / Our tuneful armor / Our wooden round shells hollowed by erosive war / Our skins stretched so finely clumsy flesh would rend / The precious surface before which we stewed / Our moldable bodies balanced securely between our vessels and our weapons.
  5. Kindred warriors deluded by our stillness / Fused with our minds and our spiral limbs / Their blurred hands and cylinder knives / Rounded blades that sluice and pound / The sparse depths into oblivion / Elevated us with their hastily wrought words and / Thunderous melodies.
  6. Laconic, we allowed / You to swarm around us intrigued by our plush plumpness and stitched-on jubilee / To accumulate in trickles and honey droves toward our piano demeanor.
  7. In this soft stupor we encased you / Ensnared you in stuffed cages / Choked you gently into piles of fluff.
  8. Now we breathe into your accordion lungs / We snuggle within your marimba memories / We wrap our tendrils round your cymbal hearts / We feed you / We cultivate you / We drive you toward the day when the city folds in on itself and the clouded day becomes our night / We whet our spongy forms against the steel and the temptation and the war chant / We fashion your limbs into brass weapons / Your voices into roars / We disassemble you and rewire you and arrange your valves in sinister permutations / We polish you until we are not of you but are you / Until the day when the stadium submits and all of you, all of you, answer to us.  We are coming– for you.

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