portrait exchange

Augustus Saint-Gaudens (1887, replica 1908). Kenyon Cox (American, 1856-1919). Oil on canvas.

Cox and Saint-Gaudens met in Paris in the 1870s and exchanged portraits in 1887: an oil painting for a bronze relief. Saint-Gaudens is shown in his New York studio, modeling in clay a portrait relief of the artist William Merritt Chase. A bronze likeness of the sculptor’s son, Homer, hangs on the wall. Cox cleverly echoed his friend’s portrait reliefs by showing him in profile.

Wince I am frail,
Whenever I come across sadness I cannot support myself, and
I exchange my life for words.
Without being either too stiff or
Too slovenly,
I’ve got into a state where it seems I’ve no way to support myself.
—  Nakahara Chuuya, “Self-Portrait on a Cold Night”
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It’s more important to click with people than to click the shutter. I’ve been blessed to exchange portraits and good conversation with the legendary Louis Mendes himself. 

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A Poem For A Friend

A while back I received an ask from a follower. The following is a response my dear friend siennameadow
and I penned together. I’m sorry it took so long…


I just got a Tumblr.

I don’t understand Tumblr.

I don’t know what a “note” is.

Don’t really like the feeling of being “followed.”

By strangers.

Why do they call them followers

instead of friends?

I have 81 followers

Mostly strangers

And they send me messages that say:

“Funny, you don’t look like a feminist”

I didn’t respond.

“Your septum piercing is sexy.”

I didn’t respond.

“My grandmother who has taken care of me since I was a little kid found out I’m gay but she keeps telling me I’m just going through a phase. It’s really getting to me. What should I do? PS I love your poems.”

Phase, noun
a distinct period in a process of change or development

I am seven-years old and leaving a play date from Samantha’s house. I give her kiss on the cheek and our mother’s swoon.
I am seven-years old and leaving a play date from Michael’s house. I give him a kiss on his cheek and his mother says

“Now that’s enough of … “

Phase, verb
To introduce in gradual stages

I am 22-years old and I am dating a woman for the first time
Wondering where I had ever been before this
Wondering how it took me so long to see it
her name is

Phase, verb
To remove in gradual stages

I spent most of high school with a painter
A hopeful romantic who always wanted to exchange portraits for poems
I’m afraid if I write it now it will sound too much like the suicide note he didn’t leave.

Signed,

Phase, verb
The process of waxing and waning

The moon takes 29 days to orbit around the earth
Appearing to us in fractions of its full self

Phase, verb
Illuminating the darkness

how can we exist outside of a phase
if being human
means constantly trying to find the light

To the boy
Our reply

When they tell your love is just a phase
tell them you don’t like the word just
you are not just anything
tell them you tried to swallow your pride until it hurt to much to let comets catch in your throat
Do not bury your demons on the dark side of the moon

Instead
Phase hate out of your sky

When they treat your love like an eclipse
Like it means living in someone else’s shadow
Like it must be swallowed by darkness because it burns too bright to look at

Do not let them

Do not align yourself with their axis of expectation
Do not fight your own pull
Trust in your own gravity

We are closer to the stars than they will ever be

And if anyone tells you that you love wrong

If anyone waits for you to backwards become yourself
tell them you’re sorry that they’d rather live in darkness
than learn to love your light
Learn to love your flicker flash irradiation
Learn to love you full moon

And even on the days when you hang just a sliver in the sky
holding on for dear life to this rock like you’re in a death grip tango with the sun

Hold on

Because I’ve seen people I love starve themselves out of the sky

Her name is Sarah
Signed, Andrew

My starry-eyed girl and her constellation kisses
My man on the moon and his ghostly glow

I still don’t understand Tumblr
But I consider us friends
Thank you for sending us your secret satellite
We promise it did not get lost in space

PS
We hear you loud and clear.

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Your sexuality is not “just a phase”. 

Transcript:

- [Both] I just got a Tumblr.

- I do not understand Tumblr.

- Don’t really know what a ‘note’ is.

- Don’t really like the feeling of being followed.

- [Both] By strangers.

- Why do they call them 'followers’?

- Can’t we just be friends?

- [Both] I have 81 followers, mostly strangers, and they send me messages that say,

- Thanks for the reblog, but,

- [Both] What’s with all that feminist spam on your feed?

- I did not respond.

- You were so pretty with your long hair.

- [Both] Did you really need a queer haircut?

- I did not respond.

- My grandmother, who’s been taking care of me since I was a kid, found out I’m gay.

But she keeps telling me I’m just going through a phase.

It’s really getting to me, what should I do?

- [Both] P.S., I like your poetry.

Phase, noun, a distinct period in a process of change or development.

- I am seven years old and leaving a play date from Samantha’s house.

I give her a kiss on the cheek and both of our mothers swoon.

I am seven years old and leaving a play date from Michael’s house.

I give him a kiss on the cheek, and his mother says,

- [Both] Now, that’s enough of.

Phase, verb, to introduce in gradual stages.

- I was 22 years old when I began dating a woman for the first time.

She pulled me in from the starless darkness I’d been drifting through and I watched as all my insecurities burned up in her atmosphere.

Her name is,

- [Both] Phase, verb, to remove in gradual stages.

- In high school, I knew this painter.

A cocksure comet with a confident, smarter-than-you smile that showed no signs of burning out.

A hopeful romantic, who always wanted to exchange portraits for poems, and I’m afraid if I write him one now, it will sound too much like the suicide note that he did not leave, signed,

- [Both] Phase, verb, the process of waxing and waning.

- [Girl] It takes the moon 29 days to orbit around the Earth.

- [Both] Appearing to us only in fractions of its full self.

Phase, verb, to illuminate the darkness.

- And what are we really ever doing?

- [Both] If not constantly trying to find a light,

when they tell you your love is just a phase,

- Tell them you do not like the word 'just.’

- [Both] You are not 'just’ anything.

- Do not bury your demons on the dark side of the moon.

- [Both] Instead, phase hate out of your sky.

When they treat your love like an eclipse,

- [Boy] Like it means learning to live in someone else’s shadow.

- [Girl] Like it deserves to be black hole swallowed because it burns too bright to look at.

- [Both] Do not let them.

- Do not align yourself with someone else’s axis of expectation.

- Do not fight your own pull.

- [Both] Trust in your own gravity.

We are closer to the stars than they will ever be.

- And if anyone ever tries to tell you that you love wrong.

- If anyone waits for you to backwards become yourself.

- [Both] Treats your queerness as anything other than the infinite universe of beautiful possibilities that it is,

tell them that you’re sorry that they’d rather live in darkness than learn to love your light,

learn to love your flicker, flash of radiation,

learn to love you full moon.

- [Girl] And even on the days when you hang just a sliver in the sky.

- [Boy] When it feels like you’re holding on for dear life, to this rock, 

like you are in a death-grip tango with the sun.

- [Both] Hold on.

Because I’ve seen people I love starve themselves out of the sky.

- Her name is Sarah.

- Signed, Andrew.

- [Girl] My starry-eyed girl and her constellation kisses.

- My man in the moon in his ghostly glow.

- [Both] I still don’t understand Tumblr, but I consider us friends.

Thank you for sending us your secret satellite.

We promise it did not get lost in space.

P.S., we hear you, loud and clear.

(slow, dramatic music)

Bizarre Victorian fact of the day...

When photography began to take off it captured the public imagination. Throughout the mid-19th century a craze developed for people to have portrait photographs taken of themselves and made into visiting card-sized prints. Such a print was known as a carte de visite or ‘pho’. People exchanged these portraits with family and friends and displayed their collections in specially made albums. As this hobby increased in popularity it became fashionable to collect and trade prints of famous and influential people such as artists, actors, politicians, and royalty.

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Luka made the photo session for the Charity Catalog “Ten People 10 Self-portraits” 2017 by Chocrón Joyeros.
Each year, Chocrón Joyeros creates a charity catalog in collaboration with ten prestigious personalities from the world of culture, entertainment, art, sport or fashion, who engineer and offer their own self-portrait in exchange for an economic contribution that Chocrón will dedicate to the Charity association chosen by each of the ten protagonists of this project.

161022-23 Kyungsoo mentions

161023 lunatheboy: A family portrait in exchange for a day’s labor on webdrama #PositiveConstitution

161022 Kim Euisung on Good Movies: Yesterday I made an appearance on a short webdrama, Positive Constitution, with Do Kyungsoo, and he could have quite the strength in his eyes. Ah, there are a lot of good kids out there. (Host: An idol like Im Siwan from ZE:A, or Lee Joon) I think preconceptions about idols [acting] are unnecessary, like believing all people from theatre do well.

161022 stranger_wb: And when Woobin said very seriously that although things are tough lately, to give love to Korean singers as well as actors.. ㅋㅋ EXO’s D.O… to “give a lot of love to EXO, where my baby brother Kyungsoo is” ㅋㅋ He asked for an EXO song during the fan serenade portion and danced to Dancing King ㅋㅋ […] his brotherly smile when he talked about his baby brother ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

161022 SF9′s Taeyang:

Q: A song you enjoy?

A: D.O.’s “Tell me what is love”

source: kim euisung, @dohdohan_nacho, @stranger_wb, @luvinseong | translation: fydk

Royal "Couple"

Mikhail was anxious as he was brought to the princess’s room. This marriage had been arranged by their parents nearly ten years ago, but he had never met Princess Anabel. Of course, he had seen her portrait, exchanged a few formal letters, but… He knew very little that was not superficial. Nothing, really, about her personality. Just her birthday (they were both 21), that she was lovely, liked art, and played violin.

The guard led the prince to her door. He bowed and departed, leaving the nervous blonde to knock on the door.

@theace-and-thequeen

Introducing the Tumblr Portrait Exchange!

Alcohol is a wonderful accelerator for ideas (unless, of course, you are under 21; in which case soda pop and fruit roll-ups are a marvelous alternative).  I was under the influence of quite a lot of it when I thought of this one.  I had been a few shots of whiskey into the night when I had a marvelous thought:

“I wonder how other artists see other artists?”

Whether or not I celebrated with more alcohol or not, I don’t rightly remember, but I had thankfully left myself a note to remind myself.

Without further ado, let me present the first Tumblr Artist Portrait Exchange (which, I just realized, spells TAPE.  How convenient).  Celebrating the expression of self to others by others.

Here’s how it works:

In a Secret-Santa-style process, artists on Tumblr will be given other participants of the exchange as a subject to create a portraiture of - here we take “portraiture” to mean “whatever the artist feels is an appropriate expression of their subject as a person.”

The idea is to capture the impression of personality and artistic expression we find here on this micro-blogging platform, which often goes without the benefit of mutual physical presence and representation - and no, an actual photograph of the artist to be portrayed is not required.  That is up to the discretion and feeling of each person individually.

I wanted to see artists capture what they see and feel from other artists, and for artists to perhaps see how they are seen through that similar lens which those that use the title peer at the world through.

I’ve decided the date to join the project by will be March 30th.  If you wish to join in the fun (and this is all for fun.  But don’t disregard the opportunity for some networking, o ho ho), simply send this blog an ask or fanmail, and your url will be added to the roster.  Pairing will be announced April 10th, via private message.

I do hope some of you join in.  In this particular kind of project, the more is very much the merrier.

-Elvis

making this exchange public because @after-the-ellipsis is so on point here, and also

….discuss.

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Dollar Doodle Donations are back!

But this time, they’re ink and marker bits. Same rules as always:

  • These are run on donations, the minimum per each doodle person/animal/character/etc is $1 and goes up from there. So if you have two people, it’d be a minimum of $2. But if you can donate more, that’s always welcome! <3
  • Please message me all requests. I’ll need photo references for original characters/portraits, which we can exchange via email.
  • Once we’ve established what you want, you’ll have to paypal the amount to: goodfineweather@yahoo.com . I will then start your commission, or let you know how long it will be until completed.

If you can’t donate, sharing is also appreciated! Thank you so much!

Portraits at the Stock Exchange  -  Edgar Degas  1878-79

French  1834-1917

Pastel on paper, pieced, and laid down on canvas ,  28 3/8 x 22 7/8 in. (72.1 x 58.1 cm)

This study for an oil painting (Musée d'Orsay, Paris) depicts the financier Ernest May, a collector of Degas’ work, under the portico of the Paris stock exchange. May was thirty-three in 1878, when Degas began the pastel .