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Floating through the Sea
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Canadian artist Zachari Logan creates paintings and drawings that examine masculinity and nature. Using his own body as his primary model, Logan transforms the human figure into an allegorical landscape in his latest series, “Wilderness Tips.” Logan uses his penchant for realism to manipulate nature, creating works that are shrouded in mystery. While we are accustomed to seeing female figures lying supine or posing romantically, Logan’s work takes us by surprise by inviting us to examine the male figure as an object of beauty. Take a look at a few works from “Wilderness Tips” in addition to some older pieces below.
MORE: http://hifructose.com/2012/12/06/zachari-logans-surreal-exploration-of-nature/
February52012
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November302011
this looks like you’re looking in a globe in which you can see reflections of trees and sky….nature is in your heart!
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November102011
Bloodline Tattoo by Amanda Wachob
12AM
day dreaming
a lone girl, sitting at ease by a golden meadow of elixir. knowing the richness of being alone. swimming in her own bliss of contentment while the birds sing from tree tops and warm silky wind caresses her form. Daydreams, so full of daydreams. a LIfe to live only for daydreams. She is able to feel the gods peering down on her with sweet tasting love. Oh, in a daydream it manifests. Nothing ever needs to be said for it is all already known
12AM
A large cycle
Our fragility as a human race, once in the beginning bold and strong.
Through time we toy with thoughts of how it could be possible to break ourselves,
planted with a seedling of doubt.
Everyone drawn to it like a magnet, subconciously or not,
one large drama with which we are so in love and dance around in
we were first born solid only to slowly disentegrate ourselves into a messy pulp; only to burst out once more, born anew
We fear anything greater than what we percieve as ourselves!
We will conciously be able to experience the pureness of our conciousness soon enough
August202011
N the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, All distances of place however wide, All distances of time, all inanimate forms, All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes, All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe, All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future, This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
On the beach at night, alone
N the beach at night alone,
August192011
It looks like a red trumpet vine flower
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August182011
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