"I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road."

Stephen Hawking (via likeafieldmouse)

"… the pang of tenderness remained, akin to the vibrating outline of verses you know you know but cannot recall."

Vladimir Nabokov, from Pnin (Heinemann, 1957)

"I think…if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts."

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)

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Curator’s Monday 155 - Artist on Tumblr

Alyssa Monks | on Tumblr (b.1977, USA)

Brooklyn-based artist Alyssa Monks is a figurative painter, blurring the line between abstraction and realism. “Using filters such as glass, vinyl, water, and steam, I distort the body in shallow painted spaces. These filters allow for large areas of abstract design - islands of color with activated surfaces - while bits of the human form peak through. In a contemporary take on the traditional bathing women, my subjects are pushing against the glass “window”, distorting their own body, aware of and commanding the proverbial male gaze. Thick paint strokes in delicate color relationships are pushed and pulled to imitate glass, steam, water and flesh from a distance. However, up close, the delicious physical properties of oil paint are apparent. Thus sustaining the moment when abstract paint strokes become something else. When I began painting the human body, I was obsessed with it and needed to create as much realism as possible. I chased realism until it began to unravel and deconstruct itself, I am exploring the possibility and potential where representational painting and abstraction meet - if both can coexist in the same moment.” Monks’s paintings have been the subject of numerous solo and group exhibitions, and her work is represented in public and private collections.

© All images courtesy of the artist

[more Alyssa Monks | Curator’s Monday with artforadults]

Days of nothing. That’s what it’s like, you work cases. Days like lost dogs. Goes on like that. You know the job. You’re looking for narrative, interrogate witnesses. Parcel evidence, establish a timeline, and build a story day after day.

"For a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot."

True Detective