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The Disturbing Realism of Till Rabus

Till Rabus

In addition to his penchant for realism, Swiss artist Till Rabus has a keen eye for arranging inanimate objects in provoking ways. The artist combines these two skills in his strange still lifes, where ordinary, discarded objects are found in mysterious compositions that play with symmetry and saturated colors. Rabus eradicates any signs of human presence in his paintings, as if these objects ended up in these orderly arrangements out of their own free will. Yet these are objects left behind from human consumption, inviting a dialogue about the wastefulness of consumer culture. In his latest work, the artist investigates the human figure, creating structures from writhing body parts.  Txt Ignant ( NSFW )

Reblogged from slowartday

As many of you may know by now, my boyfriend proposed to me on Monday. Tomorrow I am moving six hundred miles away to resume college after a long hiatus. He is remaining in his home state to teach middle school Latin. We’re not sure how long we’ll be apart, and we agreed it would be a good idea to express our commitment to our friends and family before I left. We’ve been devoted to a life with one another since the beginning, so it feels amazing to finally share our true feelings with our loved ones.

We met and began falling in love on tumblr while I was living even further away than I will be now - 2,000 miles away - if you can believe it. This website delivered the great love of my life like he was a custom order with express shipping, which is surreal and so very 21st century. I wanted to close the circle and post the photographs that a friend snapped for us during the actual proposal. I suspected he might propose, but it finally played out as a complete surprise. I was truly caught off guard and practically fell over crying. Zack wrote a lovely summary to accompany the candid shots for our friends on Facebook, so I’ll let him explain in his own words:

In roughly this spot on the campus of Wabash College, Amanda and I kissed for the first time. It was raining. She had fallen in love with me over letters, notes, and texts, and a few phone calls. I called her during Glee Club rehearsal and we sang "Homeward Bound" by Marta Keen Thompson for her while she cried in an LA sushi restaurant. When we met in person on April 18th, 2013, I kissed her before saying a word.

On August 18th, 2014, I contrived to get her back to this spot. Her dad had wanted to get rid of some dishes. These are now in the care of the college magazine office, which is where we began a short tour of campus. As we approached our first meeting place, I said to her:

"I don’t know if you realize this, but today is sixteen months to the day that we kissed in the rain. I walked down this gravel path and met your car, right about here."

The song began, quietly at first. As the music swelled toward the first chorus, Amanda burst into tears of joy. My smile stretched toward my ears as I held her up. “I have always been your dream guy,” I reassured her, “but being your dream guy has become my dream.” I had rehearsed this in my head for days. She didn’t even hear me, but she did hear “will you marry me?”

"Of course, you moron!"

I felt like I’d just robbed a bank. Like I’d gotten away with the Crown Jewels. I spotted the photographer, finally, and beamed. Can you hardly believe it?

Today we came full circle. I was led to the exact spot where - sixteen months ago to the day - I skittishly stepped out of a car after an all-night drive and let a complete stranger sweep me into his arms and kiss me in the middle of a rainy street. This uncommon man, with his sing-song gait, hand-made bow tie, floppy coiffure, and archaic wooden umbrella was like a dream, a figure walking out of the pages of an English novel. Instantly, I knew he was going to be the great love of my life. 

Shortly after our first meeting, we quietly began sharing the dream of a life together. Today Zachary knelt and made it real, show tunes and all. While we stood in the place where we first met, the song that brought us together swelled from thin air, and I couldn’t stop the tears. The ring, a humble piece we chose together because it resembled a galactic spiral, somehow got on the right finger. Overwhelmed, we cried and cried, holding on for dear life.

Knowing that I have been blessed with the love of this singular man is the greatest gift I can imagine.

Last night, a spreadsheet changed my life.

I’ve been a wreck this last month. Worrying that any poor performance in my upcoming technical courses would instantly compromise my honors and scholarship standing, shooting up the price of my education and effectively barring me from a bachelor’s of science before I’ve even begun. This past year I’ve been surrounded by so many successful and talented young people that I’ve become increasingly self-conscious about starting over and getting a bachelor’s so late. Here I am, twenty-six, (“practically a fossil,” she said with sarcasm) going into a major I have no experience in, becoming a novice amid people who can’t legally drink or rent cars.

I had never once considered that when I spent my first two years in college meandering through different departments, taking pointless courses with no clear goal, I got one thing right - good grades. Without knowing it, I wove almost seventy credits worth of an iron-clad summa cum laude safety net. I’ve now established with mathematical certainty that even if I completely fail both calculus and physics - never even show up for a single test - I will still have an honors-level GPA.

By no means does this entitle me to slack off my first returning semester. It’s much more valuable than that. What this academic safety net truly provides is the confidence to fail in small ways. I can forget about the pressure to be perfect and focus on catching up. I am liberated to take risks, ask stupid questions, get some answers wrong, and struggle without shame. I have years of scores behind me that give me the self-respect to admit I am a hard-working, intelligent student, and I have earned the privilege to take a risky plunge into the unknown.

When the numbers came back in my favor, my man looked at me and said, “This semester is a gift.”

I instantaneously burst into tears.