My name is Gaia Radić, and I’m a 20-year-old digital artist from Croatia. I am currently studying architecture in Ljubljana, Slovenia, and in my free time, I like to create digital visualizations of imaginary interior and exterior spaces. Each of the shown images is actually a representation of a specific person’s mind. I interviewed many interesting people of different ages, genders, and life backgrounds, about “what would their mind look like if they were to imagine it as a physical space.” Out of the many answers I received back, I chose some of the most interesting ones and illustrated them.
When my wife received a positive test at the start of the year in her job as a carer in a residential home, we both had to self-isolate for three weeks. I spent the time in the garden photographing the birds that visit our feeders. We had sun, snow, ice, rain, and fog, often all on the same day but this didn’t deter the birds or me.
Also, check out my posts with cat photos here, here, and here.
where we live in S.W. Oregon, we have groups of Bushtits. Similar behavior, except their tiny sweet noises are so soft one must listen very closely to hear them! The tails are just a wee bit shorter and they are a mostly plain grey colour. They love suet smeared on pinecones.2ReplyView more comments#17
I Tried To Get Some Video Footage Of The Robins In The Snow, But They Had Other Ideas
Your PICTURES are not only FASCINATING, THEY ARE FANTASTIC! The comments that you put on your PICTURE’S, are really funny and informative! THANK YOU FOR THESE AWESOME PICS1Reply#21
Very good photography. However, our Robins are larger, have an entirety red chest and only eat earth worms they find on the ground or berries in bushes. We consider those European Starlings to be pests and deter them from our feeders. We also frequently have Cardinals, mourning doves, and other N.A. wild birds.2ReplyView More Replies…View more comments#40
Blackbird In The Snow. Blackbirds Tend To Be Messy Eaters, Especially When The Food Is Covered In Snow
For my ongoing Instagram art project, I pose with cardboard cut-outs at sunset. I call them Sunset Selfies, and I think of them as single-panel cartoons. They all have a caption that tells the story and is half the fun, I think. This new collection is specifically for Halloween with lots of spooky silhouettes to get you in the spirit of the holiday. I hope they make you smile, and I’ll see you at sunset.
Hagela was unlike anyone I’d ever met. She walked right up to me at the bar, holding a cat and a broom, and just asked me to have dinner. So I did. Turns out she was wickedly funny with a dark sense of humor, and we talked and drank and laughed until long after sunset. Then she offered to give me a ride home. I’ve got a good feeling about this night.
I was a little nervous to take Helen to the Zombie Ball. But after the first few dances, the more we talked and laughed, the less I worried about her eating my brain.
Back at Hagela’s hut, she had me hop right in the hot tub to get warm. The hot water felt so good after the chilly ride, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of the fragrant steam. For some reason, it reminded me of my mother’s soup which was comforting. Then, through the smoke, I saw Hagela standing there holding what looked like a small wooden paddle with a naughty grin on her face. Oh, boy, I thought. This is gonna be fun. “Get in here,” I said.
On the ride back to Hagela’s house, I was starting to get cold, and I think she could feel me shivering. “What’s the matter, Dearie?” she asked. “No meat on yer bones?” She cackled at this and her laughter was so infectious I started laughing too. All with a beautiful full moon overhead. It was magical.
Honestly, it was an accident. Hagela wouldn’t come into the tub; I thought she was playing hard to get. So I splashed her, just a little. You know, like a playful splash? I certainly wasn’t trying to hurt her. But dates are funny that way, I guess. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to connect with another person and have some fun, you end up just melting their face off anyway.
The bad news is: In addition to the virus, we now have Killer Bees AND Murder Hornets. The good news is: The Torture Wasps won’t be here for another few weeks.
“So. Mister…Voldemort.” “LORD Voldemort.” “I’m sorry?” “It’s Lord Voldemort. Or the Dark Lord. Whichever you prefer.” “I see. Any first name?” “Well…It was Tom at one point, but it’s not any more. Most people don’t say my name at all, really. Some even call me “He Who Must Not Be Named” if you can believe that.” “OK. But for the purposes of our records, what should I call you?” “Lord Voldemort will be fine.” “Very well. So. Lord Voldemort. As chief surgeon here at the clinic, I’ve got to say, your condition is quite unique. Most of the procedures I do are nose REDUCTION surgeries, but that doesn’t mean we can’t work a little magic in your case, if you know what I mean.” “For your sake, my muggle friend, I hope you’re right.”
On our first date, Shannon asked for my opinion about her weight and like an idiot I told her the truth. I said, “Well, if I’m totally honest…yeah, I think you may be a little too thin.” And that was it. At the end of the evening, I didn’t get even a single lipless kiss goodnight.
As I was sitting down on the dock enjoying a banana at sunset, the strangest thing happened. A warm wind blew across my neck, and it smelled just like bananas too.
Professor Lupin held some office hours outside the other night and while I waited for him to turn up, I couldn’t take my eyes off the most beautiful full moon. It was magical.
You know that feeling when you approach a new hippogriff…after you bow and he bows back but before you actually touch him? Yeah, that’s scary every time.
I know voting by mail is a safe way to handle the upcoming election. I’m not worried about that. It’s just getting my ballot into the mailbox that I’m afraid of.
John is a 9-time Emmy award-winning television producer, author, and the founder of Teach Her.org, a service organization offering college education to orphaned girls. His “Sunset Selfies” have become an Internet sensation, featured everywhere from Rolling Stone Brazil to The Times of India to The Kelly Clarkson Show. You can see his complete cut-out collection on Instagram @sunsetselfies Read more »
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As a writer and a filmmaker, I like to get away from the computer each day and make something with my hands. So I get a big piece of cardboard, draw something, cut it out fast with a knife and scissors, then go pose with it at sunset. I call them Sunset Selfies. Each one comes with a caption that makes them more like single-panel cartoons, and I hope you like them. See you at sunset!
For more of my work, check out my previous post with pandemic humor here and some of my older artwork here, here, and here.
Hey! Who took a bite of my apple?” I asked the three Presidents.“I can not tell a lie,” George said. “I did not do it.” “They don’t call me ‘Honest Abe’ for nothing,” Abraham said. “I didn’t do it either.” Then it was Donald’s turn. He swallowed what was in his mouth and simply said, “Obama!”
We can all help: tell every company that still uses these plastic packaging death contraptions that you will stay away from their products until they begin using eco-friendly, less harmful (and. let’s face it: totally unnecessary!) packaging materials. Easy-peasy.10ReplyView More Replies…View more comments#9
The Realization
I’d never really given it much thought… but tonight, as my brothers chirped on and on about their favorite kind of worm and my sisters pecked mites out of their feathers, the idea occurred to me that perhaps I’d been adopted.
Sittin’ in the evenin’ sun / I’ll be sittin’ when the mornin’ comes / Watchin’ the clouds roll in / Then I watch ’em roll away again /// I’m sittin’ on the line in the sky / Watchin’ the clouds, way up high / I’m sittin’ on the line in the sky / Wastin’ time …11ReplyView More Replies…View more comments#10
The Dog House
You know when you imagine someone else’s life is more comfortable than it actually is? Yeah, that’s how I felt up there on that doghouse.
At a moment when violence and deep hatred is literally burning across our country, I offer this image as a call for peace and a prayer that one day every black boy and girl will be able to grow up in the United States with respect, opportunity and safety.
“Do you think we’re praying for the same thing?” I asked the mantis. “Probably not,” the mantis replied. “Why? What are you praying for?” I asked. “Fat juicy aphids on the rose bushes,” the mantis admitted. “Yeah, probably not,” I said.
I think that someone could be very upset in your stomach!2Reply#30
Centaurs are majestic creatures. Half horse on the bottom, half man on the top. But Ruatnecs are… less noble, to put it mildly. And they definitely need to wear pants when they’re out of the corral.
John is an Emmy award-winning television producer and writer. His memoir, WIDE OPEN WORLD, was published by Random House and covers the six months he spent with his family, volunteering their way around the world. His “Sunset Selfies” have become an Internet sensation, featured everywhere from Rolling Stone Brazil to The Times of India. You can see his complete collection on Instagram @sunsetselfies Read more »
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As a writer and a filmmaker, I like to get away from the computer each day and make something with my hands. So I get a big piece of cardboard, draw something, cut it out fast with a knife and scissors, then go pose with it at sunset. I call them Sunset Selfies. Each one comes with a caption that makes them more like single-panel cartoons, and I hope you like them. See you at sunset!
For more of my work, check out my previous post with pandemic humor here and some of my older artwork here, here, and here.
I’d never really given it much thought… but tonight, as my brothers chirped on and on about their favorite kind of worm and my sisters pecked mites out of their feathers, the idea occurred to me that perhaps I’d been adopted.
That’s Genny the genie. She’s a clean up artist.0Reply#19
Hey! Who took a bite of my apple?” I asked the three Presidents.“I can not tell a lie,” George said. “I did not do it.” “They don’t call me ‘Honest Abe’ for nothing,” Abraham said. “I didn’t do it either.” Then it was Donald’s turn. He swallowed what was in his mouth and simply said, “Obama!”
I know voting by mail is a safe way to handle the upcoming election. I’m not worried about that. It’s just getting my ballot into the mailbox that I’m afraid of.
“Do you think we’re praying for the same thing?” I asked the mantis. “Probably not,” the mantis replied. “Why? What are you praying for?” I asked. “Fat juicy aphids on the rose bushes,” the mantis admitted. “Yeah, probably not,” I said.
The challenge had been around for a while. Whoever could jump with their horse off the highest platform and land in the office trash can would win the trophy. And Shadow and I wanted that trophy.
So let me see if I have this straight. You’re saying if I just stand here holding this fish, a Field Dolphin will suddenly burst out of the ground and take it right out of my hand? Is that what I’m supposed to believe?
She’s a funny girl. She never takes her hat off, and she holds that torch up all the time. But I’ve gotta say, by the light of the fireworks tonight, she was looking pretty beautiful to me.
Centaurs are majestic creatures. Half horse on the bottom, half man on the top. But Ruatnecs are… less noble, to put it mildly. And they definitely need to wear pants when they’re out of the corral.
Has this ever happened to you? You’re getting wrapped up in silk by a giant spider and THEN you remember what your online banking password is. Am I right?
The bad news is: In addition to the virus, we now have Killer Bees AND Murder Hornets. The good news is: The Torture Wasps won’t be here for another few weeks.
While I wait for lockdown to end, I decided to finally chop down the creepy old stump in my backyard. But as I approached it at sunset, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
At a moment when violence and deep hatred is literally burning across our country, I offer this image as a call for peace and a prayer that one day every black boy and girl will be able to grow up in the United States with respect, opportunity and safety.
“What kind of style do you want?” I asked my giraffe friend. “How ‘bout a double Windsor,” he replied. “You know, I could teach you how to do it,” I offered. “It’s really not that hard.” “Sounds good,” the giraffe said. “As soon as you can tie your own tie with your feet, come show me how.”
John is an Emmy award-winning television producer and writer. His memoir, WIDE OPEN WORLD, was published by Random House and covers the six months he spent with his family, volunteering their way around the world. His “Sunset Selfies” have become an Internet sensation, featured everywhere from Rolling Stone Brazil to The Times of India. You can see his complete collection on Instagram @sunsetselfies
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I am Ebova, and I have been painting full-time since 2007. Since then, I have forged a body of creative work that stands out for its symbolic resonance, its metaphoric punch, and its divergence from computer-aided design. These paintings are some of my early pieces that resonate with a timeless and ethereal majesty. As if they come alive on the “canvas,” taking as my subjects the organic lifecycles of things, values, and ideas. While creating, I strive to find order in chaos and reflect the sense and optimism in the benevolence of nature. These gentle, stark, and resonant images are ideal objects of contemplation – soothing, intricate, and warm. It’s easy to get lost since they are portrayed in the unique expression and intricacy. The closer one looks, the more one begins to feel pleasant vertigo — rules rush past, soon to disappear.
