Arthur Hacker, By the waters of Babylon (1888).
Arthur Hacker RA (1858 -1919 England) was an English classicist painter.
Hacker was the son of Edward Hacker (1813-1905), the line engraver specializing in animals and sporting prints.
QUICK! wake and COVER YOUR NIPPLES! the tumblr police bots are coming this WAY!
i’m sure everybody has a post about this but i always loved tumblr cuz it had everything from an entire cultural spectrum.. but mostly art. and in its early days, it was more profound and deeper b4.. hipsters and whatevers titled everything and made it domestic and then made watered downe copy versions of what was already good real art but now disposable scene shit… but now the rest of the world… pc cunts and uberrepublicans and fake christains are influencing the…. it’s all been said b4. but yeah, the right and the left are fucking up the art world and have no business being there in the first place….. and lo, my site in particular is being hacked to bits. and instead of tumblr agreeing to protect artists and wotnots, they gave in to… financiers? and then released the tumblr bots to feast on the nipples. HELP! THE ROBOTS EAT NIPPLES!… but the worse part of all! the worse part! i had images of my beloved who is now deceased. i had censored all the images of her and posted them as a “in memory of the most wonderful person god graced this planet with”… and sure, they were figure images… but censored. and tumblr in it’s infinite lack of wisdom and now culture… removed them. tumblr. i love you. not your fault that so many cunts invaded you but this page contains a history of snippets of the culture that was thriving from the last decade and it’s been ruined. and you fucked with my dead beloved. what is tackier? nipples or the censorship of. god i wish more people like my gf (rip) were alive and running things. cuz she would not put up with bureaucrats telling her what to do and would do everything to save art no matter what kind. actually… that’s kind of what she did. and was highly respected for it. ….you. tumblr, however, no longer are. pity.
Léon Becker (1827-1891), Symphony of the Insects, 1870 (Watercolor, gouache, varnish)
there is a new insect outside my window that has the same pitch as my alarmclock and it shows up nightly at 4am to flirt with my alarmclock. my clock, however, does not responde. but i do. with groans and cursing, but jilted insect continues to woo my alarmclock..
fucker.
…. not going to let a little thing like death prevent me from still loving my beloved. the longer time passes, the more i realize just how much she and i meant to each other and how my entire life; both the successes and the failures led us to each other repeatedly (even in different cities over the span of 30 years) until we finally became one. oh death. fuck off. i thought we were mates but how dare you do this. wherever she is now and in what manner of existence and level of perception, i know she knows i always will lover her… i just hope i’m not driving her crazy or nailing her downe to one spot and preventing her from experiencing everything wonderful the hereafter has to offer. kathleen. love you forever.
don’t know how it was done but my tumblr password was changed on me today. did a new one but but yeah….
i don’t need a title, do i? i was going to say i need to start using tumblr again. i’ll start doing more projects again and put them up. i promise. … just not right now.
this is me a few years ago fucking around in midmissouri, ac, aka: vb took the image. she’s great to work with….. yes, i do need to get back in shape. working on that.
ohfortheloveofgod..ifItold-ewe-onceItold-ewe-10000X I AM NOT A BLOODY METALHED! we did our things… they followed us and stuck their little flags and upside crosses in everything we did and said “mine!….mine!” little cuntz. oh…you do what you do. i’m going to stand on this tree thing and mind the party.
