The leaves have grown so much you could barely see the house, as if it's hiding, as if it's not even there. I could only see bits and pieces of it out my kitchen window.
Artists rarely have the opportunity to display their work.
Modern people want to enjoy art, but they don't have time.
What if there is an exhibition hall where anyone can exhibit their work and it is possible to view it anytime and anywhere?
Artistrone is a google card board VR showroom where anyone can upload and share their work in their own virtual showroom.
I made the inside of the showroom into a simply VR video.
Start screen : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxAN6HrcAhI
Main hall : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55mzJ4-Wyg4
showroom : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O41k0EicesM
Please exhibit the canvas of the empty exhibition hall as your work Before formal service.
-How to participate : Send your work to minestroneteam@gmail.com (please give the
file name as the title of the work).
※ The works of those who participated will be exhibited in the Main Hall for one month.
The official service is October 10.
Thank you for your interest and publicity.
*You own the copyright of the published work.
*This service has not yet been officially released and is currently in beta testing.
*When open, anyone can access www.artistrone.com and create their own
showroom and exhibit your works.
*Send your questions or feedback to minestroneteam@gmail.com.
Working on a tattoo for myself that's based on the Disney Magic Kingdom's Haunted Mansion. The Tightrope Girl is part of the expanding elevator in the beginning of the ride. I changed the shape of the original painting to a coffin; simplified everything down; and added some flourishing. I'm not great at flourishing yet.
This doodle is based off Norman Rockwell’s The Tattoo Artist and pairs with the blog I wrote about how I think our society needs to change the words we use to describe love. ❤️ “ Love is a collaborative work of art.” https://princess2dutchess.wordpress.com/2018/02/04/loneliness/
They'd get in your Fridge at 3 A.M. Sharp. They'd take the lids off of your Brickle-of-Bart. Anything, everything, that had a cover, would get robbed at night by a lid singing brother.
