so, apparently the path to slowly becoming tumblr-famous is paved with completely absurd fan art creation.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, INTERNET.
can anybody fiiiiiind hiiiiiiim
Main Barber, 1968
From Fred Herzog: Photographs
Thomas Eakins, The Gross Clinic, 1875
From the Philadelphia Museum of Art:
Dr. Samuel D. Gross appears in the surgical amphitheater at Jefferson Medical College, lit by the skylight overhead. Five doctors (one of whom is obscured by Dr. Gross) attend to the young patient, whose cut left thigh, bony buttocks, and sock-clad feet are all that is visible to the viewer. Chief of Clinic Dr. James M. Barton bends over the patient, probing the incision, while junior assistant Dr. Charles S. Briggs grips the patient’s legs and Dr. Daniel M. Appel keeps the incision open with a retractor. The anesthetist (Dr. W. Joseph Hearn) holds a folded napkin soaked with chloroform over the patient’s face, while the clinic clerk (Dr. Franklin West) records the proceedings. A woman at the left, traditionally identified as the patient’s mother, cringes and shields her eyes, unable to look. Confident of the outcome of the operation, Dr. Gross calmly and majestically turns to address his students, including the intent figure of Thomas Eakins, who is seated at the right edge of the canvas.
the observable universe has no edge. dude. no. edge.
I love how this makes it look like John’s the source of the sentiment when actually he’s mocking it.
Here’s 4 comic pages I did for a 3rd-5th grade reading textbook! The panel layout and content was given to me, and the story is based on a Hawaiian myth about Pele (goddess of fire) and her sister Makore (sea goddess). It involves love triangles and canoe escapes and lots of waves! Additional explanation & sketches on my blog.
"I often feel that, in so many areas of what we might call progressive politics or ideologies, we leave ourselves last. We retain that distorting lens of what we’ve been taught, not what we actually think. So – we celebrate a diverse range of body shapes, but tell ourselves we’re too fat to be attractive. We think gender fabulousness is a great thing – and then worry we’re too different to be accepted. We know that kyriarchal lies are, well, lies…and then listen to them, echoing around us, making us feel ashamed/unworthy/less than."