A Maori by Indonesian artist
Chatchai Puipia.
And I've lost my record of who this artist is, but I really like his/her style ...
... although not so sure of his/her vision of us! Very Mardi Gras, yeah?
But this latter artist I do remember from last year, not because of the power of his/her artistic vision but because s/he makes such amazing picture frames:
Brooches stuck into fimo?
Actually, I adore picture frames. Back when I was a kid, my parents took us to The Louvre. I found all those endless corridors of paintings of sickly-looking white skin really quite repugnant ... so I checked out the pictures frames instead. They really are stunning, you know.
But then ... whoops, shouldn't really tell you this - think of it as a confession - I noticed that amazing shiny parquetry flooring and decided it would give you a really good ride. So, with a good running start, I was off, flinging myself onto the ground and, yes, it indeed gave me the ride of my life.
And I have to say that it's totally the best way to view the paintings at the Louvre, zooming past at a rapid pace, especially after all those elderly, doddering guards start chasing you.
Yee ha! How I do love Art!
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