Snow leopard yawning (by Tambako the Jaguar)
Greenan Castle, Scotland (by Jim Richmond)
Home is where your wi-fi connects automatically.
Fallen Princesses by Dina Goldstein
(Source: flowersgardenlove)
Monday’s Curator 111 - Tumblr Artist
Victo Ngai | on Tumblr (Hong Kong/USA)
Victo Ngai is a New York-based award-winning illustrator from Hong Kong, graduated from Rhode Island School of Design. Ngai creates action-packed artworks with an expressive approach. Her compositions are spiraling and moving, engrossing the viewer into worlds where mysterious floods, ghostly hauntings and supernatural beasts are all fair game. Ngai uses a subtle, dusty color palette and loose line work, filling the backgrounds of her pieces with patterns reminiscent of Buddhist painting and Asian textiles. Her works are busy but never overwhelming, with every detail arranged in an order that can’t help but make sense visually (source: Hi-Fructose Magazine)
This is our 111st co-editorship with curators on Tumblr, our sincere thanks for their participation! We are delighted to have ryandonato this Monday to introduce us Ngai, please visit artist’s website or follow her Tumblr.
[more Victo Ngai | with Monday’s Curator ryandonato]
Plitvice Lakes, Croatia (by andywon)
Some highlights from my niece’s dance recital:
-A black girl in a black costume suddenly became visible against a black background about halfway through the routine when the lights turned up a little. The audience immediately began to whisper.
-I can see all your bones, ballet dancers. You were twirling about and I was counting all your ribs.
-Before the show my niece (dressed as a tiny, precious lion) had to be asked not to growl or lunge at any more of the zebras.
-I could smell everyone around me.
-Received a coupon for a free ice cream. Really made that $12 ticket all worth it.
-The guy across the aisle from me threw down a seriously intense drum solo during some song where the chorus appeared to be the words PRAISE HIM at an increasing volume.
-It finally ended, one hour and fifty minutes of my life I’ll never get back.
