#conceptual art

[noisyartisanwonderland]

Let the plan unfold as Gold gleams bold, a sight to behold, as hidden masses are sold, the weak get rolled, at the cost of your soul, just to maintain control... the shine that shines. Shines so bright to hide the plight from your sight, as freedom takes flight, giving you the slip to escape your grip. Reaching out forvsecurity as your drowning in poverty,, falling straight through the net, a last resort for some that catches and saves none, a humble fumble of your life, lands you in strife, down on your knees, praying God please, sort this out, with no doubt, let me be what I'm about, unheard when you shout you need a way out, but a spark won't spark in the cold and dark. Hypnotized by the shine what was yours is mine, you lost your place on a foolish chase when you couldn't keep pace, couldn't save face, dropped from the race, a human disgrace, unworthy of pity, just another lost soul in the city.

© 2026 Achmed Defreitas. All Rights Reserved.

“Where The Streets Gleam Like Gold” — Original poetry and creative composition by Achmed Defreitas. Accompanying imagery created with generative AI.

[thanielionlee]

Mona Lisa

Even well-known works such as the Mona Lisa are physically seen by only a very small percentage of the world. Because of this, these works are more often than not represented within the viewer purely by the memory of the most recent simulacrum the viewer has seen. 

For example, most people have only seen a reproduction of the Mona Lisa, but very few have actually seen the painting in the flesh. The work's exact dimensions and materials are only known to a small percentage of the population; because of this, the work is in constant flux within the population's mind's eye. Plus, given that the current population of the world is 8.3 billion and growing, there are literally endless potential variations of not only the Mona Lisa, but of every work of art in existence.

This variable mental flux also allows the meaning of each work to shift from person to person and culture to culture; for example, within the Western world, the color white stands for purity, but in traditional Japanese culture, white frequently represents death. This ability for even the minimalist paintings of, for example, Robert Ryman to potentially change meaning by just transporting it from London to Tokyo makes it so that even the meaning of non-representational art has the potential to be in constant flux. 

Be it contextual or cultural flux, or the flux that occurs within the viewer's memory of the last time they saw either the work or its simulacrum, a work of art is constantly changing both in scale and in meaning.

thaniel ion lee

[scholarofgloom]

[solbene]

SOLBENE — EGO WORLD: INNER ASPECT

CHAPTER III — THE FACE YOU'RE WEARING

Whose face are you wearing?

Are you sure the face you're wearing is truly yours?

Chapter III explores masks, social expectations, identity, and the self hidden beneath the roles we learn to perform.

Coming Soon......

#SolBene

#SolBene Chapter III

#Ego World Inner Aspect

#The Face Youre Wearing

#Conceptual Art

#Visual Storytelling

#Surreal Art

#Digital Art

#Contemporary Art

#Symbolic Art

#Identity

#Self Reflection

#Psychological Art

#Mask Art

#Art Project

[gregdotorg]

Circle on the Floor and Circle on the Wall (1968), the last two physical works Ian Wilson created before switching to art made of spoken language, are on view at Camel Gallery in NYC until August 16 2026

Full Circles: Ian Wilson Circles at Camel Gallery, NYC [greg.org] 📷: Announcement card for Ian Wilson: Circles, via Yoshi Hill & Camel Gallery; Ian Wilson, Chalk Circle on the Floor (1968) reference image via Ken Lum

[puriglelino]

PURIGLE Symbol Archive 003

Beyond Love｜愛之外

This symbol began with a single letter.

The letter L from LOVE slowly merged with the shape of a heart, until it became a symbol of its own.

As I continued drawing, another image quietly appeared.

Two profiles facing one another.

One is the self I show to the world.

The other is the self that quietly lives within me— the truest part of who I am.

Between them, love is no longer just a feeling.

It becomes a meeting.

A recognition.

A conversation without words.

And then, there is YOU.

Not as part of the drawing, but as the space that completes it.

Because every symbol is only half of the story.

The other half begins when someone else sees themselves within it.

Perhaps love is not something we search for.

Perhaps it begins the moment we truly see ourselves—

and choose to see one another.

Love is not losing yourself in someone else.

It is meeting another soul without leaving your own.

Who do you see when you look into this symbol?

-III-

[phucyu1234]

"A Close Shave"

[zehnversehen]

"i listened to john cage's face and let the library speak numbers."