Art Critic: the skull in the corner is artfully placed on the periphery of vision to symbolise the omnipresence of death, important thematically to the artist’s conception of life and mortality.
Actual Artist: aw shit, I got all this negative space, guess I’ll stick a skull there that looks pretty rad.
I painted a copy of Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring for a class in college, and when I displayed it for review the professor was like, “Are you making a statement about materialism by not painting her wearing the actual earring?”
And that, kids, was the first time I ever cursed in front of a teacher.
The painting is called The Girl with the Pearl Earring, and I forgot. To paint. The damned. EARRING.
“Ah,!” I said smiling still, and kissing his shoulder. “I hurt you!”, he said. “No, no, not at all, sweet Master? Didn’t you like it? You took my blood and it made you my slave!” He laughed.
because my scanner couldn’t handle the mother of all vampires: the border says “reine des cieux” and the sun says “the only power that exists is inside ourselves” – anne rice.
My human death was long finished, I was ravenous, and surely my face was no more than a living skull. No doubt my eyes were bulging from their sockets, and my teeth were bared. The white robe hung on me as on a skeleton. And no clearer evidence of my divinity could have been given to the Druids, who stood awestruck as I came out of the tree. […] The voices were singing in concert around me as the priests placed the flowers in my hair, on my shoulders, at my feet.
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