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https://www.etsy.com/listing/700117095/the-great-flood-native-american-aztec?ref=shop_home_active_14

This painting is available as a print in my Etsy shop. (Upper two panels) During the final days of the Fourth Sun, Nahui Atl, Titlacahuan gave a command to the one called Tata, and to his wife Nene. He said to them, “It is known, it is foretold, that on the day Nahui Atl the earth shall be destroyed.” When Tata and Nene began to weep, he told them further, “Put aside your cares, my smallest ones, my precious necklaces. Hollow out a great cypress log, and when it is Huey Tozoztli (April) and the skies come falling down, get inside.” And so, when the first drops of rain began to fall during the Veintena of Huey Tozoztli, Tata and Nene climbed inside the hollowed log. Then Titlacahuan sealed them in and said, “You must eat only one of these kernels of corn. Also your wife must eat one only.” (Bottom panel) And when they had eaten them up they went aground. From inside they could hear the water drying. The log had stopped moving. They opened it and stood once more upon the surface of the earth, and beheld in sorrow the destruction of all they had ever known. From the heavens fell, from the heavens descended fire-drilling sticks, into the hands of Tata. Near them a fish swam in a pond. In wonderment they caught the fish, little knowing it had once been a man like them, transformed into a fish during the great flood. They killed the fish, and drilled a fire to cook it, in the year One Rabbit. Citlalinicue and Citlaltonac, looking down from Tamoanchan, exclaimed, “Teteo! Who has set the fire! Who is smoking up the skies!” Then Titlacahuan Tezcatlipoca came down and scolded them. He said “What are you doing, Tata? What are you doing, Nene?” Then he cut off their heads and put them on their rumps, and they were turned into dogs, and in the year One Rabbit, the heavens were smoked. The text is a modified version of the story as told in the Codex Chimalpopoca.

Esta pintura está disponible como una impresión en mi tienda de Etsy. (Dos paneles superiores) Durante los últimos días del Cuarto Sol, Nahui Atl, Titlacahuan dio una orden a la llamada Tata, ya su esposa Nene. Él les dijo: “Se sabe, se predice, que el día Nahui Atl la tierra será destruida”. Cuando Tata y Nene se echaron a llorar, les dijo: “Dejen de lado sus preocupaciones, mis más pequeñas, Mis preciosos collares. Vacía un gran tronco de cipreses, y cuando es Huey Tozoztli (abril) y caen los cielos, entra. ” Y así, cuando las primeras gotas de lluvia comenzaron a caer durante la Veintena de Huey Tozoztli, Tata y Nene se subieron al interior del tronco hueco. Luego Titlacahuan los selló y dijo: “Debes comer solo uno de estos granos de maíz. También tu esposa debe comer una sola. (Panel inferior) Y cuando se los habían comido, encallaron. Desde el interior se oía el secado del agua. El tronco había dejado de moverse. La abrieron y se pararon una vez más sobre la superficie de la tierra, y vieron con dolor la destrucción de todo lo que habían conocido. De los cielos cayeron, de los cielos descendieron palos de perforación de incendios, a manos de Tata. Cerca de ellos nadaba un pez en un estanque. Sorprendidos, capturaron el pez, sin saber que una vez había sido un hombre como ellos, transformado en un pez durante la gran inundación. Mataron al pez y perforaron un fuego para cocinarlo, en el año One Rabbit. Citlalinicue y Citlaltonac, mirando desde Tamoanchan, exclamaron: “¡Teteo! ¿Quién ha puesto el fuego? ¡Quién está fumando los cielos! Entonces Titlacahuan Tezcatlipoca bajó y los regañó. Él dijo: “¿Qué estás haciendo, Tata? ¿Qué estás haciendo, Nene? ”Luego les cortó las cabezas y se las puso en sus nalgas, y se convirtieron en perros, y en el año en que se fumó un Conejo. El texto es una versión modificada de la historia tal como se cuenta en el Codex Chimalpopoca.

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I tried to imitate the style of blank VHS tape boxes by MidnightLime

E N T E R H E R E .

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Hrafnhildur Arnardóttir / Shoplifter, Chromo Sapiens, at the Icelandic Pavilion at the Venice Biennale.

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Still holding on to what I haven’t got… .

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Grandes maestros del arte Wixárika en Hospicio Cabañas en Jalisco. Un deleite visual del arte de un de los pueblos indígenas de México popularmente conocidos como huicholes.

Expresión es en líneas de estambre multicolor logradas sobre diversas superficies, siendo el cuadro el más extendido como formato actualmente.

Patrones que reflejan fragmentos de la cosmovisión de su pueblo, pero también el particular imaginario de cada creador de estas hermosas piezas de arte popular mexicano.

www.estilomexicano.com.mx

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Millo


Artwalk. Patras - Greece 2019

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Xipe Totec, the Flayed Lord, is the god of spring and the patron of goldsmiths. In sacred narrative, a great famine struck Mexico. The people cried out in misery, and Xipe heard their prayers. With his sacred Tecpatl knife, he peeled off his own skin, and dropped it to the earth. Where it fell, corn grew, and he thus ended the famine. He thus wears the skin of a flayed man. He is also the lord of spring, because he brought the dead earth to fruit, and caused the dry fields to become green and verdant. In the sculpture, the skin is tied on with strips of the self same skin, and his eyes and mouth can be seen through the skin mask he wears. He holds the tecpatl knife, and a Mist Rattle which announces the coming of the rains, abd the hands of the skin he wears often dangle from his wrists. He is like the corn. His skin was peeled away just as the husk is ripped from the maize. And like the earth, which in the winter is dry and dead but conceals within it life waiting to bloom, he is alive, but concealed beneath dead skin. The upper painting is mine. The other images are prehispanic. You can find this painting as a print in my etsy shop. Click here for the link.

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Available as a print in my etsy shop.

Click here for the link.

This is a painting of Yacatecuhtli, the Long Nosed Lord, as one of the Wandering Lords, the gods who protect travellers. Yacatecuhtli is the lord of merchants, and while money as such did not exist in the Prehispanic past, I like to think of him as the lord of business ventures and trade; money, as we think of trade today. He is a manifestation of Quetzalcoatl, Lord of Creation, the Plumed Serpent, and wears his headdress. His body is covered in the turquoise glyph, for he is the lord of material precious thigns. He holds a walking staff covered in jade and turquoise, for in the ancient past, the merchants, or pochteca, traveled from city to city, often to distant places, buying and selling he holds a fan in the other hand, of cotinga and quetzal plumes. Fans were symbols of ambassadors, for the pochteca often took the role of ambassador for their home cities when they travelled. He carries a basket on his back, from which a plumed tree grows. The tree is covered in cotinga feathers, and is covered in blossoms. Yacatecuhtli blesses his children, who pray to him for success, and causes their business ventures to thrive. The path he walks on is covered in flowers. This is a detail from an almanac which describes days, both good and bad, to begin a journey. The four glyphs beneath his feet are days of the calendar; these are days blessed by Yacatecuhtli, the Long Nosed Lord. I imagine this as a devotional image, to place on his alter in a place of business, with which to bless ones endeavours.

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Nikolaos Tsounakas

Athens Trigono

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A detail from the painting. “The Birth of Corn.” In this painting, Nanahuatzin, who is destined to become the sun, breaks open Tonacatepec, the Mountain of Sustenance, with his flaming axe. He reveals within Chicome Coátl, Seven Serpent, the goddess of the maize, whom he grasps by her arms and pulls into the light. Above, the Tlaloque, the Lords of Rain, steal the sacred maize and carry it to the four corners of Anahuac. You can find this painting as a print in my etsy shop. Click on the link

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Wild Drawing

Girl behind the chimney, Grenoble France - Little girls with dreams become women with vision, Sala Sweden - Dating, Croatia - Shelter, Spain

2019

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David Shillinglaw

Psyri - Greece

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Years -long-absence-update (lots of negative moaning. I’m just bitching)

1. I’ve wasted my life and now I work in a restaurant

2. Old Cuban music & Johnny Cash get me through sobriety

3. Really missed the art blogs. Fuck Insta

4. Kill me, fuck you, miss my cats, miss my girl of 5 years ( don’t wanna talk about it. to me tumblr’s the therapeutic and digital equivalent of putting a message in a bottle)

5. I have work in an hour and haven’t slept in 23 of them.(refer to section 1 of my dead end life)

6. ohmygodfuuukkkkkk

7. I like bitching about shit as much as I did when I was a teenager. Wow this is stupid.

8. Losing my goddamn hair and my teeth are rotting out of mouth 9. Imma try to put one positive thing~ I have a different set of values, learning what it means to take care of another person and someone other than myself, and now realizing what a shallow and selfish person I was, everything hurts more knowing the family I grew up around didn’t change with me and are in fact the reason I had the mindset I grew up with.

10. A few weeks ago, I got in a DV fight and stomped and broke my favorite guitar (I got it a few streets down from the Zocalo)

11. I’m really negative but I think in a more constructive way? Like I’m more focused on problems because I feel something can be done about them(personal or otherwise) instead of just fucking around with whatever shit makes me happy? 12. I’m really just gon post a lot of negative shit but I hope it’s just an outlet that turns into something positive. But I really just wanna complain about how my lips and teeth are stained blue from all the wine I drink. 13. I tell myself I’m good at really old country music.

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Federico Carta aka Crisa For ATHENSAF

Federico Carta aka Crisa was born in Cagliari, Sardinia in 1984. He’s a self taught artist who began the graffiti around 1996. Walls, recycled materials and canvas became his surfaces to paint.

His personal style as a combination of various materials and techniques lead to a diversity of themes relative to nature and metropolis. Using environmental themes and urban scenery through his inspiration from abandoned cities where nature has took over the control, he has managed to balance plants, antennas, washing machines, wastelands and buildings creating an imaginary result.

He has just completed a mural combining geometries and spheres, ropes and pipes with natural elements, giving the sense of an urban forest. This chaos produce its own harmony in which the selected colors undoubtedly contribute. Blue inspired by the Greek flag and yellow which is the main color of the neighborhood.

Nikaia - Athens, Greece 2018

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Los alebrijes de Oaxaca están hechos con madera de copal ya que esta es una madera fácil de manipular. Son tallados y pintados a mano y ninguno es igual a otro. 

Alebrijes de Mitla, Oaxaca, Abril 2018.