John G Holland

Echo Bridge at Hemlock Gorge, Newton - a beautiful reserve with a granite and brick bridge construction with a suitably gorgeous view.

A picture taken by my friend Niki, with his early morning running group. The mist rolling over the hills provide a dreamlike quality. I had a lot of fun with the forms of the runners, both far and near to frame.

Jono Lancaster was born with a congenital disorder named Treachers. i used a machine learning algorithm to get an approximation of what his face might look like from a groomed shot of him with a beard using the app Movepic, then interpreted naturally. This is a somewhat conflicting piece for me as Jono has worked to become comfortable with his condition, and I didn’t put in the work to understand, but wanted to provide a nice day dream for him, and a view of his soul without Treachers - check him out on instagram @jonolancaster, and learn more about Treachers directly from him!

A lesson work from the wonderful Eileen Murphy!

Yet another exuberant class work from a lesson taught by the excellent, Eileen Murphy!

An imgur meme among other origins, this painting marries the classic SNL sketch and the legendary Van Gogh painting. A cautionary tale of passion, and parental advisement in the world of art and mass media. Listen to your folks, because you might end up living in a Van Gogh DOWN BY THE RIVER!

| | | push,
| | \ a moment in flow, push,
| | | ) each individual’s zenith, push,
| | / worries melt, torso constricts
| ( where focus is all, knees, hips fold
| \ fear is not found,
| | \ has no place, launch
love exists instantaneously, as a constant
| | / a land we all hold
| | while instantly evaporated
| drop, resides within
| mind the gap,
| cherish it,
| coasts
|
| street hearts take care
|
] stops

the edge of the park
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}}~{>>>
}}~{>>>>>
}}~{>>>
}}~{>>>>
|< traffic ahead, metal
|< city minds use caution
|< city 💀❤️
|< streets ❤️💀

inspired in part by brainfuck, bodyfuck & Body Pressure. 1974. (wiki)

assisted by the wonderful Brendan Sullivan

if this poem does not start with “| | | push”, go here

the petals of a rose do not fall when wilted,

rather, they cling tight,

dry and silken, an unexpected texture,

like a shadow or reflection

—

I was looking for a natural ornament to top my christmas tree with, and received this for free from the lovely proprietor of Ken’s Flower Cafe in Newton, MA. As practice, and because I thought it would be a nice gesture in response to a nice gesture, I painted and delivered this still life, the rose, sitting on a tray, reflecting and casting a shadow, the bobbles attached showing different perspectives of an uncertain form. Such is the viewer, artist, and reflection. It is an odd commentary, that higher order prospectives give themselves to spherical views, yet the spherical reflection simply maps a 2d plane.