is this considered art


“…don’t ever change.”
“I don’t exist…in anyone’s heart.”
“…what would it take for me to be like you?”

Loved, but lonely on an island in the sea.

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Hasta la muerte, 1799
Francisco Goya

Considered one of the most important Spanish artists of the Romantic era, Francisco Goya was born on this day in 1746.

Titled ‘Hasta la muerte’, this is one of the 80 satirical prints in his Los Caprichos series. It shows an elderly woman admiring her reflection in a mirror as a number of young onlookers suppress giggles.

Although Goya enjoyed enormous popularity in France, admired by the poet Baudelaire and painters including Manet, the English were slow to appreciate his work. The critic John Ruskin, disgusted by his ‘immorality’, burned a copy of the Caprichos in 1872, and the National Gallery acquired no works by him until 1896.

School carnival ^w^

HEY today was the school carnival, we were allowed to come desguised or cosplayed … WELP HEAY I WAS IN SANS. We madde an Undertale team with @nakys in Asriel and @sckaners-fofolle in MTT and that was sooooooo fun >w<

*i should never have done this selfie, now I won’t be able to stop mtt


*mtt put this phone down

*mtt I’m sleeping :T

*when did you took that pic ?!


*oops i broke your belt

*you could say I’m a heart-breaker

*asriel you look creepy. we all look creepy. i even look spooky. and scary.

Here it is ^w^ oh, and MTT’s and Asriel’s cosplay are all hand made. As for me, well I’m a lazy bean, so I bought a Tshirt and a hoodie, but the shorts and the mask are hand made. And it was something to make up Asriel >w< we did that between two hours of class :P

Again, @pimpdaddysebastian is the one to blame. (WISH THIS HO A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND GO CHECK OUT HER FICS!) <3 Here goes +1k words of artist!Steve headcanons!

Being a freelance artist isn’t easy but Steve wouldn’t have it in another way. As long as he remembers, he’s always wanted to live and study for his art and he considers himself pretty lucky to be able to do what he does. His work is recognized by now, even though it’s only by a select group who follows independent artists. He’s had his artpieces displayed and even sold. He’s built a name and he’s more than grateful for it.

But his life doesn’t really revolve around art all the time.

Growing up with a hardworking widowed mother, Steve settles with a strong role model to follow. Sarah had always made the possible and the impossible to raise him and so, the traits of a overworking, determined man has been always with him. Still, he gets some of his own as he grows up.

Steve’s lost the count of how many times he got into trouble for stepping into something that wasn’t his business. He’s earned cringes and bad looks all around for standing up for what he believes.

He doesn’t let that stop him but something changes once he knows her.

The first time Steve sees her, it’s in the local nursing home where he volunteers at every time he’s got some time off. He doesn’t do much – only some reading, helping around with the locomotion, talking to elderly veterans and hearing out his ladies. He’d never saw her around but by the way she seems intimate with some of workers, he guessed it was just his luck.

Everytime he makes it to the nursing home and finds her there, Steve pulls out his sketchbook and draws her. She’s kind and pretty and he tries to convince himself it’s just for art. By the end of the month, he’s got 13 pages with different types and techniques to her sketches.

The day she founds out though, he can easily label as the greatest but scariest day of his life.

She’s sitting by the window with Margaret, one of the eldest ladies who he’s been awfully close to, while he’s supposed to be talking with Timothy, a WWII veteran that he loves to hear stories from. With the sketchbook on his lap, Steve doesn’t even notice when she gets up from her spot and walks towards them, only stopping to greet Timothy and offer him a smile. Until she looks down and sees it.

A rough sketch of her face that only makes her grin at him while he’s nearly having a heart attack.

Steve is a good artist and he loves to observe the people around him. With her isn’t any different, even more with him sketching her so often but his incessant observing makes him notice little things that most definitely didn’t help his growing infatuation. She’s passionate and kind and keen on helping the others. Incredibly strong and more often than not putting others before her.

Wether he lets it show too obviously or they find out on their own, soon the whole ward of the nursing home are teasing him about it. They start to low-key create little schemes so she’d meet him, matchmake them into tasks and random activities, make little jokes and teases whenever they’re both around and Steve knows his ladies talk about him for her.

With time, it starts to get through them and a rather tensed look or two would be shared along with warm cheeks and sheepish chuckles.

The next nursing home’s themed day changes it completely. The workers decide for a vintage day and Steve swears his breath got caught up in his throat when she walked in looking straight out of the 1940s. Wearing a baby blue flowy dress, with a little belt around her waist, baby doll shoes and lips so red that he can’t think of anything but kiss them.

(Also, they don’t hear the end of it when it’s the kids visiting day and they dress up as Captain America and Wonder Woman. He’s pretty sure it takes  about two weeks for people to forget).

The missing courage of asking her out for dinner is found later that night and it becomes also the first day in which he walks her home. It turns into a habit and then all the times he’s accompanied her to lunch and dinner before walking her home turn into dates without they even realizing it.

The first official one though is the theatre to watch a play she had been dying to see – he’d spent some good money on that one but the way her face lit up once he invited her was worth more than anything in the world. That date leads to museums, paintings exhibitions, performances and it still doesn’t cover everything that they are.

Steve would be more surprised if things didn’t feel so natural with her.

He knows that she believes and supports him and his work because she truly loves what he does too. She lets herself fall for art just like him and she genuinely enjoys the process. And the day Steve realizes that, in an art studio that she seems to absolutely be in love with, he kisses her for the first time.

The day the nursing home throws a garden party for the patients families happens to be the day that she realizes that she’s in love with him.

Steve had voluteered to make face paitings to the kids while she’d been in charge of the decoration. It wasn’t until the very end of the party that Steve managed to have some time with her, when she sat down in the small stool in front of him and demanded the paiting of a sunflower to her cheek. He was glad that his years of practice helped him given he just couldn’t calm down his nerves, his hands nearly shaking over how close she was.

Over the soft touches, breathing mingling together and definitely warm cheeks, Steve hoped she didn’t notice his nervousness.

They weren’t even sure of what they were and where they stood when that happened but when Steve hears her speaking so fondly about the said day in their first anniversary, he’s most definitely sure that they’d been dating for a long time before that, even if the official words came a few weeks later.

It is no surprise that she’s the biggest supporter of his job and it’s most definitely a breath of fresh air to have her around in his studio and apartment.

Besides her brightening presence, Steve loves the fact that she tries to learn about every little thing around and more often than not, those days all end with her childish but cute drawings in his sketchbooks or in a mess of paint and brushes as she uses his skin as canvas.

She doesn’t really believe him and try to brush it off everytime he mentions it, but she’s an endless source of inspiration to him.

It started with a few sketches back in the nursing home and then developed to walls and canvas and papers and soon Steve has way too much artpieces with her face on it. She models for a canvas paiting for the first time in her birthday – the first one they’d spent together – and Steve can’t help but be nervous when he’s just about to show her the finished piece.

He doesn’t think that anything can come close to her beauty, not even his art could do justice to it but then she sees it and her soft gasp and teary eyes are more than enough for an answer. Besides the breathtaking kiss she gives him right after.

Steve’s earned cringes and bad looks all around for standing up for what he believes. He’s been most definitely judged and frowned upon for his art and job but knowing that she believes and has his back on whatever he does makes everything worth a while.

One year later and he’s got three paitings of her hanging on a wall of a his third gallery exhibition.

As they move in together, things just seem to get better.

The apartment is bigger and they get the saying on everything – the walls were painted by both of them in a random weekend and the decoration and furniture were guaranteed in one of their IKEA trips. As she develops a knack for photography (resulting in several pictures of his artwork, himself and their place), his art studio becomes a place for two and he’s more than happy to share the space with her photos and polaroids.

The routine never gets old and Steve can’t be more thankful for that.

He loves when he’s just about giving up in a paiting and she just comes up with a smile on her face and sits on his lap, arms around him as she runs her fingers through his hair. He loves when he’s way too focused on something, earning him a kiss on his nose because he looks way too cute with glasses. He loves when they’re out in the street and she randomly kisses a spot on his skin, just to notice later that there’s a paint stain he forgot to scrub off.

Roadtrips to find new landscapes, city exploring for street art, late night walks for a coffee when both of them need a breath from work and it doesn’t even scratch the surface of what they do.

The day they tell everyone at the nursing home that they’re together is memorable but not as much as the day they finally announce their wedding – handmade watercolor invitations that bring their elderly friends into a frenzy.

About the wedding itself, let’s just say that the said friends had a lot of fun in their roles as groomsmen and bridesmaids.

(Just as the bride and the groom).

My professor asked a girl in my art history class, who is very vocal about gender equality in art, if she considers herself a feminist.
She said “I don’t subscribe myself to the movement, but I believe in gender equality”
Honey, you just used an “I’m not a feminist, but…” Statement
If you are not a feminist, you do not believe in equality.
If calling yourself a feminist is too nasty for you, you can at least say you believe in feminism.

starsoftheskyfox  asked:

Tbh I don't have many interesting fun facts about myself. Expect for maybe that I use to dance for like half my life idk. My whole family (my parents, my brother, and myself) just recently got our 4th degree black belt in tae kwon do last year so my parents are considered as masters but my brother and I aren't until we're over 18. I have like three cats and a dog. I had a hamster named Princess something but he lived for three years so that was nice. He escaped often. I did know that he was male

You do martial arts and you don’t consider you interesting? Bruh i wanna see those moves! Let’s fite! 

Also eyes emoji @ those pets i love doggo and catos so much.
Watch out i might steal adopt them suddenly.


at first i just wanted to practise expressions but then it got out of hand :D