Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Inner Spaces
The mark, the space between, around, within. Athena Petra Tasiopoulos, “Inner Spaces” isn’t so much about the picture but how it divides space and time. Stippling, hash marks, arrows, arcs, an arsenal of pattern making. An echo of ancient Greek geometry. Pulling you into the frame and holding you there, allowing you to view and experience…
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Black and Blue
A Profile on the Success of Daniel Moore By Gale Whitaker June 12, 1967 Snap. Flash. Daniel, Audrey, Violet, and Kane illuminated for a moment in time. “Alright. Great. And just a few more with the bride and Mother?” Violet and Audrey got closer together. Audrey smiled on command. Violet took a…
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So It Goes.
Will Gebhard’s show “So It Goes” is if anything else solid. The result of the last two years ejaculated onto canvas… or pottery… or literally anything he’s allowed to paint on. A vortex of geometry. A vacuum that sucks you in like the dust bunny you are. The show can be defined with one word.…
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King; Part 2
Matt turned around to see Kim’s flashlight illuminating a naked man standing at seven feet tall with skin of pure white. His skin was taught. Not an ounce muscle or fat, save for a pot belly protruding from the mid-section. Pools of scarlet bore into them from shriveled eye sockets. A crown of brown…
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King; Part 1
The sky over Manhattan’s 5th Avenue laid out a clear timeline. From under the hood of her jacket, Kim looked up to see a gradient of white fading into a wall of shadow bearing down on the Financial District. There, water vapor turned cumulonimbus had begun to dump its payload. A vast curtain of…
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Chokepoint
Glen looked at the dashboard clock. Its dayglo hands read 8:27. “Shit.” Beyond the turnpike on both sides, he saw the industries of Fort Lee, New Jersey give way to a cross section of cliff faces. Cresting the tops of them were large stands of trees. A welcome change of pace. Minutes ago there was…
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Art Is Anarchy.
Peering through the large windows of Kestrel Coffee; one’s eye might catch the vibrant glow of expression, quietly shouting from the background for any semblance of attention. You walk in, buy your coffee, and journey to the back hallway. Alas, you find a large canvas poorly lit smeared with paint, without any identification other than…
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