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  • Angstrum posted 1 year ago
    Aw fuckin a...this is cool..and very few people would get the tatt either... reply
    • Wonky_Donkey posted 1 year ago
      John Ashbury? reply
      • Wonky_Donkey posted 1 year ago
        Or Parmagianino? reply
        • PissFlap posted 1 year ago
          MC Escher was the artist. However, I think this is a photoshop, as the layer and accuracy of the detail is too much - someone's just pasted this onto a picture of a bald head. +2 reply
          • Wonky_Donkey posted 1 year ago
            Yeh you are right. look at the gap between thumb and forefinger it is coloured like the original not clear as it would be....you are too cool for school pissflap reply
          • GothyStitch posted 1 year ago
            I am glad that I was not the only one who recognized Esher's work here! 1 to you PF =8^) reply
            • PissFlap posted 1 year ago
              ... and it is not a surprise to me that you also knew of Escher - for a lot of physics/mathematician type people, Escher's drawing are a fantastic source of illustrations of the paradoxical, impossible and the infinite. +1 reply
              • berniebulk posted 1 year ago
                gee your a clever feller flappers..makes me glad to no someone like you...you bastard..lol reply
            • Giulia posted 1 year ago
              Any points for telling you it is called "hand with reflecting sphere" and was draw as a lithograph in 1935 ? +2 reply
          • PhotoShopWarrior posted 1 year ago
            You are correct PF. I saw this on Worth1000. reply
            • jumpit posted 1 year ago
              have to admit, unless pissflap pointed that little part out I would have totally thought it was real. Points on the good photoshop reply
  • Lunbun posted 1 year ago
    pencil me in as one of "the very few people" reply
    • Sylvia posted 1 year ago
      Pen me in as one of the majority, I don't get the tatt +1 reply
      • slightlydisturbed posted 1 year ago
        i dont get it either. but it does look nice. if its real,then i can only appriciate the work,not the image. reply
  • Macduff posted 1 year ago
    Im usually not a fan of facial /head tattos but this one is awesome +1 reply
  • Wonky_Donkey posted 1 year ago
    As Parmagianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as though to protect What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams, Fur, pleated muslin, a coral ring run together In a movement supporting the face, which swims Toward and away like the hand Except that it is in repose. It is what is Sequestered. Vasari says, "Francesco one day set himself To take his own portrait, looking at himself for that purpose In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers . . . He accordingly caused a ball of wood to be made By a turner, and having divided it in half and Brought it to the size of the mirror, he set himself With great art to copy all that he saw in the glass," Chiefly his reflection, of which the portrait Is the reflection once removed. The glass chose to reflect only what he saw Which was enough for his purpose: his image Glazed, embalmed, projected at a 180-degree angle. The time of day or the density of the light Adhering to the face keep it Lively and intact in a recurring wave Of arrival. The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest? The surface Of the mirror being convex, the distance increases Significantly; that is, enough to make the point That the soul is a captive, treated humanely, kept In suspension, unable to advance much farther Than your look as it intercepts the picture. Pope Clement and his court were "stupefied" By it, according to Vasari, and promised a commission That never materialized. The soul has to stay where it is, Even though restless, hearing raindrops on the pane, The sighing of autumn leaves thrashed by the wind, Longing to be free, outside, but it must stay Posing in this place. It must move As little as possible. This is what the portrait says. But there is in that gaze a combination Of tenderness, amusement and regret, so powerful In its restraint that one cannot look for long. The secret is too plain. The pity of it smarts, Makes hot tears spurt: that the soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention. That is the tune but there are no words. The words are only speculation (From the Latin speculum, mirror): They seek and cannot find the meaning of the music. We see only postures of the dream, Riders of the motion that swings the face Into view under evening skies, with no False disarray as proof of authenticity. But it is life englobed. One would like to stick one's hand Out of the globe, but its dimension, What carries it, will not allow it. No doubt it is this, not the reflex To hide something, which makes the hand loom large As it retreats slightly. There is no way To build it flat like a section of a wall: It must join the segment of a circle, Roving back to the body of which it seems So unlikely a part, to fence in and shore up the face On which the effort of this condition reads Like a pinpoint of a smile, a spark Or star one is not sure of having seen As darkness resumes. A perverse light whose Imperative of subtlety dooms in advance its Conceit to light up: unimportant but meant. Francesco, your hand is big enough To wreck the sphere, and too big, One would think, to weave delicate meshes That only argue its further detention. (Big, but not coarse, merely on another scale, Like a dozing whale upon the sea bottom In relation to the tiny, self-important ship On the surface.) But your eyes proclaim That everything is surface. The surface is what's there And nothing can exist except what's there. There are no recesses in the room, only alcoves, And the window doesn't matter much, or that Sliver of window or mirror on the right, even As a gauge of the weather, which in French is Le temps, the word for time, and which Follows a course wherein changes are merely Features of the whole. The whole is stable within Instability, a globe like ours, resting On a pedestal of vacuum, a ping-pong ball Secure on its jet of water. And just as there are no words for the surface, that is, No words to say what it really is, that it is not Superficial but a visible core, then there is No way out of the problem of pathos vs. experience. You will stay on, restive, serene in Your gesture which is neither embrace nor warning But which holds something of both in pure Affirmation that doesn't affirm anything. +9 reply
    • Macduff posted 1 year ago
      and I thought my comments were long! just kidding excellent comment reply
    • mufasa posted 1 year ago
      Holy cow, readin all that just made me sleepy +2 reply
    • woodeye posted 1 year ago
      i didn't read the whole comment, but you get a point for the thought of writing it. reply
    • jumpit posted 1 year ago
      how long did it take you to copy that from a book onto this website? reply
    • crusoe86 posted 1 year ago
      its not just a globe. Its him in his environment, and he's trying to share himself with everyone else. reply
  • redd posted 1 year ago
    Im a fan of art and a fan of ink but this is a dumb tat in a dumb place! reply
  • hassleoff posted 1 year ago
    I've just rebooted the computer thought I had a virus invasion!!! +2 reply

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