Hey folks. I would make it myself, but my art skills are terrible. In order to make sure that I got some good artist, I would require some examples of your work that you have done in the past. In exchange, I'll provide you with cash via online payment on a monthly bases. For those curious, it will involve the main characters going through situations with the three monster girls, which includes: Black Wolf, White Rabbit, Slug Girl. Update: I have gathered my artists for the doujin. But I do want to keep it open until the 19th of December. In the meantime, if you like to have your art style in the doujin, give me a shout. And of course, I'll happily pay for your work, if it's acceptable enough.
The Russian Blue is a cat breed that comes in colors varying from a light shimmering silver to a darker, slate grey. Their short, dense coat has been the hallmark of the Russian breed for more than a century. The dense coat stands out from the body. The Russian Blue is a naturally occurring breed that may have originated in the port of Arkhangel'sk in Russia. The Russian Blue competed in a class including all other blue cats until , when it was given its own class. Right after the war, a lack of numbers of Russian Blues led to cross breeding with the Siamese. Although Russian Blues were in the United States before the war, it was not until the post-war period that American breeders created the modern Russian Blue that is seen in the United States today. American breeders combined the bloodlines of both the Scandinavian and British Russian Blues.
How does Anselm Kiefer conjure such brutal beauty, such overwhelming gravity? To find out, the novelist Karl Ove Knausgaard followed him back to the source. Anselm Kiefer at La Ribaute, his property in southern France. By Karl Ove Knausgaard. There are some people who are famous in such a way that you would never expect to meet them, as if they existed in another world. This is true of actors, singers and politicians, whose faces are everywhere around us, while they themselves are always somewhere else. It is also true of artists, but in a different way: It is not their faces that are everywhere, but their work — and radiating from the work, their names. Anselm Kiefer has always been such a name for me — more so than any other artist of our time, perhaps — because his works are so monumental, so charged with time, so burdened by history, and because the private sphere, the near and the personal, is so completely absent from them. When I became interested in his work in my late teens, Kiefer was already one of the biggest names in contemporary art. Back then, in the s, all art was ironic, at least in my own circles.