op 'n stoel in 'n krit het die woorde "inquiring 'iets'" gestaan. in my kop deur my oë het ek 'dolphin' gelees. "hmm", het ek gedink, "dit klink vriendelik." TADA!!! my blog se naam... in case you were wondering.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Klara Kristalova
Shit, I love this so much. Had to post as many pics as possible. This woman is amazing.
Her childlike and fantasy-induced sculptures often have a disquieting twist: dripping black blindfolds, a suffocating mask of moths, a dark pond surrounding a disembodied head. Kristalova’s immigrant childhood during a struggle against Communism surely provided a basis for these haunting figures.
btw, i was listening to While My Guitar Gantly Weeps - Martin Luther McCoy and Jim Sturgess {Lyrics}. just kind off set a certain mood to the works of Kristalova.
Her childlike and fantasy-induced sculptures often have a disquieting twist: dripping black blindfolds, a suffocating mask of moths, a dark pond surrounding a disembodied head. Kristalova’s immigrant childhood during a struggle against Communism surely provided a basis for these haunting figures.
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