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Digital Artworks by Adam Martinakis Explore Photo Realistic Surrealismhttp://www.thisiscolossal.com/2013/05/
Digital artist Adam Martinakis (previously) was born Poland in 1972 and currently lives and works in in Cannock, UK. His computer-generated artworks employ aspects of photorealism and surrealism to explore the human condition which he says results in a “mixture of post-fantasy futurism and abstract symbolism”. Above are a handful of works from the last year or so, several of which were on view at The Lloyd Gill Gallery through last week as part of a group show titled Metaphysical Objectivity in Comparison to Realism. You can see much more here.
The Next M.C. Escher? The Disorienting Polyhedral Panoramic Perspective Drawings of Rorik Smith
Just enjoy the incredible effects Rorik Smith achieved in his disorienting illustrations that are drawn with graphite pencils on-site without aid from photographic reference material or digital manipulation. Smith seems to introduce polarized coordinates at random locations in each drawing and then bends the perspective of the surrounding areas to match. If that makes any sense.
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Animals Drawn with Moiré Patterns
This beautiful series of animal illustrations by Milan-based designer Andrea Minini began as a design experiment to obtain complex shapes and depth starting with just a few lines. Using Adobe Illustrator, Minini created texturedmoiré patterns that give each illustration a surprising intensity. You can see more from this series over onBehance.
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Transfixing 3D Paper Patterns by Maud Vantours
Paris-based designer and artist Maud Vantours uses layer upon layer of cut paper to create hypnotizing patterns and textures that translate into set designs, fashion accessories, and editorial treatments. Vantors has explored a number of 3D paper treatments including floral patterns, spirals, and gemotric designs.
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Suddenly, all he heard was silence. Heavy, deathly – no. He bit his lips – silence. Flakes of fleecy dust were whirling around like a gray snow in the dim light of an improbable dawn. Gravels hurtled down the slope, bouncing bumping into each other. Bigger stones rolled down, bouncing, too, some of them smashing.( Read more... )
“Hey... Young man?”
A man in his fifties, thinning on the top, in a tuxedo was studying him with interest. “ I'm preparing a movie...” He tilted his head. “It's about POW planning to escape from a German camp, during World War II and there is a character...” He bit his lips and nodded, “a young English officer, blond, rather short in stature... You're... you're exactly him...”
But a wave of people was dragging him forward and he just held out a card to the young blond.
The reporter joined the photographer. His clenched jaws betrayed his annoyance. “Nothing. It was a wrong track!” He pointed his chin at the group on the red carpet; “Who was he?”
Illya Kuryakin peeped at the card. “A movie director... John Sturges...”
Napoleon Solo raised an interested eyebrow, “ Sturges? Oh, yes! You saw The Magnificent Seven, last year?”
“The remake of Kurosawa's Seven Samurai?, yes... not bad.”
Napoleon Solo knew this face. “And? What did he want?”
Illya Kuryakin smiled innocently. “Oh... he just wanted me to play a part in his next movie...”
“Are you sure you want to keep going?”
The voice was slightly trembling and the man looked at them expectantly.
“Of course, we want to! You're the one who called for us!”
“Yes, but... but...”, he bit his lips, “I thought you'd be more...”
“Are you afraid?”, the blond man asked flatly.
“Hem... no... I mean... no...”
“You are...”, the blond stated. “Napoleon, we should leave him here.”
“Here?” The man yelped in a panic; “Alone?” He was on the edge of bursting into tears.
Napoleon Solo frowned and leaned forward, with the hardly benign expression he held in store for the villains. The man shivered and for a split second, he considered the idea of running away, as far as possible... But... twilight gave way to night. So... no.
“Get in the car. We'll be back in a few hours.”
“And don't even think of it...” The blond man was waving the key. “Don't try to start it up. It won't work!”
The two agents walked up the slope. At the very top of the hill, they looked around at an amazing landscape, gray stones, white sand gleaming by the moonlight, spotted with dark bushes. Twinkling stars...
“I wonder why the Old Man sent us here...” Napoleon muttered.
The older agent rolled his eyes. His partner was looking up, studying the sky with... Oh, no, Napoleon thought... with this very special boyish delight, blue eyes wide open...
“Frankly, Illya, this... this is just a bad joke!”
The Russian sighed. “ We are not the only living creatures in the universe, Napoleon. It's probably full of intelligent beings and it's fascinating to think that some day...”
The blond shook his head theatrically. Suddenly, he pointed a finger at a spot, somewhere behind Napoleon who shrugged his shoulders in dismay.
“Look... No, it isn't a UFO... Just headlights... It's a car. I wonder where they are going, though. I saw it... It's a dead-end... Napoleon?”
Gaping, Napoleon Solo was staring at a spot, behind his partner who shrugged his shoulders in dismay.
Said Napoleon put his hand on the blond head and forced the Russian to pivot.
It was circular. Silvery. It looked like a... a very big flying... saucer. It flew in the air, both slowly and incredibly fast, unexpectedly silent, except for a strange whirring.
“Fascinating...”, Illya whispered.
“Napoleon took his communicator; “Open chann... What the hell...?”
Two men in black suits and sunglasses appeared from nowhere. They stood in front of them, smiling.
“Mr. Solo? Mr. Kuryakin?” The older man waved a strange device. “Your attention, please?”
The two UNCLE agents walked down the slope.
“At least, it was a nice stroll...”
“A stroll? Wasted time, that's what it was!” Napoleon pulled the car door open and barked, “Hey, where are you?”
A head craned from the backseat.
“Did... did you see them?”
The blond agent put his finger on his lips and the man cowered hastily on the seat, while a fuming Napoleon got in the car.
“Nothing! We just saw... nothing! Hope you enjoyed yourself, guy, because, let me tell you...”
“Shhh, Napoleon... you're terrifying him...”
“So, you didn't see anything, gentlemen? Really?” Alexander Waverly was almost disappointed.
“No, sir. They were probably fried and had hallucination... We watched the sky for hours and... nothing.”
“Not even a shooting star...”, the Russian added softly.
Alexander Waverly dismissed his agents and sighed, taking a newspaper from a drawer
“Flying Saucers: The Invaders are here?
An architect, David Vincent has seen them. For him, it began one lost night on a lonely country road, looking for a shortcut that he never found....”