Supposed to be Lancaster, isn't he just so adorable BEING DEAD IS AWESOME
It makes it really like an old photo where you gotta be dead still to have a crisp photo.
My understanding is that this page mainly finds inspiration from online photos and pictures, and write up short stories based on them. From what I've seen, by and large they do credit artworks, so this is probably a case of them being unable to find the original source at the time? In any case, I guess you might want to give them a heads up (the page is in Vietnamese, but from what I understand their administrative staffs to take messages in English)
Thanks for keeping an eye out for me, friend
Quick question- do you mind if I use this for inspiration in my Art diary? I've been creating work with shoe polish, charcoal and ink that is quite similar to this, and I think it would be great if I could use you as an inspiration!
Hello! I would like to notify you that I've featured you on my surreal and abstract art blog over on Tumblr. Your work really fits the theme, and you can see it on artagainstsociety.tumblr.com. Of course, I have given you credit and linked to your page. If for any reason you don't want it published any longer, just send me a message and I'll delete it pronto. Thanks, and congratulations! Your art is beautiful. Please note: If you don't see your art right away on my blog, it is probably still in the queue and has yet to be posted.
The Portrait of a Dead Man (A tribute to damie-m's art of the same name)
His face is ashen, well was ashen till it crumbled
Flew, following and flying in the he roiling wind.
Yet his memory but a glimmer of things that was.
Like a picture slowly being burned by the candle’s light.
Black and white are the things that aptly describe his current state of being.
He now belongs to the past. Present and Future not longer exist to him
Still he is not lost. Half words are formed when people describe him,
People recall him at least in a vague sort of way.
He has and image yet no one will place the deeds.
They only see a face that will be foreign to them,
Except his direct relatives or acquaintances.
Little by little he will fade away not until the last grains will fall into the pile.
Mentions of him from now on will only foster nostalgia.
However he will be a grim reminder of a time where we all shall share his fate.
Soon our pictures hung on walls, seen by people in drab, stiff and gloomy clothing.
And they too shall be reminded of what we were.
Our deeds will be uttered by mouths, yet the significance not truly known.Then the portrait of the dead man shall have our faces.
Portrait of a Dead Man. (A tribute to damie-m's art of the same name)