Russian artist Svetlana Petrova has an awesome marmalade cat named Zarathustra whom she photoshops into famous works of art. No matter the renown of the artist or beauty of the subject matter, Zarathustra’s ample tabby frame immediately becomes the hilarious center of attention. He melts alongside Dalí’s clocks, cuddles up to Vermeer’s milkmaid, da Vinci’s Lady with an Ermine and Mona Lisa, and even Whistler’s Mother. We particularly love his use of modesty tail whilst lounging in Edouard Manet’s Olympia and the tip of the tail positioned in place of Adam’s hand in Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam.
Petrova is currently exhibiting artwork at The Barn at Stonehill House, in Abingdon, Oxfordshire in a show entitled Russian Extremes – From Icons to I-Cats. The show runs through June 5, 2014.
Follow the ongoing high art hijinks of Zarathustra at Svetlana Petrova’s website, Fat Cat Art.
You saw that I was in a raw state, and you stayed to see me through it. Now, when I learned of the lie, however, I deliberately adopted a more sanguine mood. I wanted you to see that I was well again so you could… move on. But the most curious thing happened. You stayed. Days passed, then a week. It became clearer and clearer that you were not staying for me, but for yourself.
Just draw the damn hands. Stop ending them at stumps at the wrist. Stop hiding them behind someone’s back. Draw them. Yeah, you’re probably bad at them, guess what? Everyone is. And you’re not going to get better by not drawing them.
So draw the damn hands.
“Many of my movies have strong female leads - brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” - Hayao Miyazaki
i feel like reading fanfic has kind of broken my desire to read published stories bc like theyre so bland tbh like. where the hell am i gonna get queer android romance in a bookstore. who writes about past assassins working together in a coffeeshop. all i see are straight white people making out like really like REALLY
500% more ladies in everything → a medieval matriarchy
medieval Briton is the last bastion of a matriarchy that traces its dynasty to the time of Ancient Rome, and like any regime its court is rife with political intrigue, murder plots, and power grabbing, but one rule has resonated through the annals of Briton’s history—it must always be a queen, never king; a hard lesson learned by Boudica’s daughters after successfully driving their Roman conquers out.
When would-be king Henry Plantagent crosses the English channel from the Continent of Men, his intentions are to marry the current ruling queen’s eldest daughter, take Briton for his own, and convert the pagan country to Catholicism—a task blessed and named the “Marriage Crusade” by Pope Innocent II. But Briton’s divided house agree to set aside their feuds to and join together to battle this latest threat. Their only hope of preserving their way of life is standing united.
"Do not mistake my courage, sir. My mother taught me to war well. I have no doubt they plot my demise and scheme for my throne, but I’d sooner put an arrow in your heart than in any of theirs."
dude, what if a prince is cursed to be a dragon but instead of being upset by it, they’re like ‘hell yeah i’m a dragon’ and they spend weeks finding the perfect decrepit castle to haunt and try to convince their fiancé to be a princess in the tower ‘just for like a week’ and everyone is like ‘we can break the fucking curse’ and the prince is like ‘but i’m a dragon.’
Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.
— Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via sarcasm-for-the-win)
You know, I read somewhere recently that the nature of someone’s relationship to another person can be judge by certain cues in body language. It basically said that touching is familiar, and the more touching that occurs, the more familiar the people. It said that personal space of 2-4 feet indicates friendship, maybe close friendship, and that anything closer than about 18 inches is pretty damn intimate.
I’m not saying they’re banging — intimacy between people happens without sex — but I AM saying that there’s about 12 inches between their faces in that last gif, and like six inches between their bodies.
Those two are very close.
It gets even better when you think about who Shaw is. Who she’s been conditioned and trained to be. Shaw is not someone who ever, ever lets anyone close to her accidentally. If you’re in Shaw’s personal space its because she wants you there, either because she’s manipulating you, about to kill you, or she really *wants* you to be close. And Root understands that. Root knows damn well who she’s getting close to. The fact that Shaw’s hands are in her pockets in that last gif? Making her that much more vulnerable? That is fucking huuuuuge for a person like Shaw.
No I don’t think they’re banging either, but Shaw is letting Root in, and that is way, way more important than sex for someone like these two.
One of the reasons I love their interactions so much, especially the examples here is the negotiation of boundaries between them. I love the push and pull and how much Shaw allows it.
I love when Shaw says ‘Scold him later, Root.' Root stops, and we all know how chatty Root can be. I love that Root asks, 'May I have a gun now?' and Shaw hands over her primary (and I assume favorite sidearm), Root returns Shaw's backup piece but keeps Shaw's primary sidearm and uses it as *her* primary sidearm.
I seriously love they’ve gotten to the point where Shaw walks up to Root and Root steps into Shaw’s space and swipes the dirt off Shaw’s cheek, and Shaw *allows* it.
If David Lynch made a video game, it might look like ‘Virginia’ Virginia puts you in the role of a new FBI agent whose first case involves the disappearance of a young boy in the middle of rural America. There are few story details available beyond that, but like the death of Laura Palmer in Twin Peaks, the missing child is just a starting point.
An Apparently Normal Room is about a room that is anything but. An experimental game that seems to have modeled itself after The Stanley Parable, it revolves around the decisions you make after waking up in a strange white room, guided only by a voice that tells you what to do. Do your decisions really matter? Or are you a glorified rat in a maze?