raindrops are tears of fairies

If anything can be art, rain is pure beauty escaping reality.

Enjoy the tears of crying fairies on rainy days, a playful world where dreams and reality meld together to create surreal moments. Drawings are mushrooming everywhere.

Most of us prefer thinking about beloved paintings as reflections of an artist’s will rather than a mere accident of weather.

weird drawing ideas

Cool art works like a charm, everybody needs a guilty pleasure.

Somewhere everybody is an artist and good old graphics always win. Remember the race between the tortoise and the hare.

rain is pure happiness

Is beauty dead as collective illusion? Art is necessary for life.

Bad fairies completely understand that not everything is sunshine and rainbows, avoiding a childlike wonder at the beauty and complexity of this world.

tears of crying fairies

Anything that provokes thought can be art. Rain drops are the tears of crying fairies that hide in the clouds.

Rain mushrooms experimented with drawing to give physical form to their ideas.

Of course fairy tales are real. How else would we know of their very existence? Look for the grain of the truth, and work with it to effect change.

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

“In the Fairyland of Fancy, Genius may wander wild; there it has creative power, and may reign arbitrarily over its own empire of Chimeras.”

Conjectures on Original Composition (p. 37), 1759 essay by Edward Young

Where can you find real fairies? Computer please give me proof that mermaids exist! The people who are the rainmakers are the salty ones.

The notion of transcendence is an important aspect of sand hoppers' oeuvre, observing the change in perception that occurs when a singular element (sand grains) is transformed into a larger object (sand castle) through the process of accumulation.

Different is not wrong. Humor is not to be underestimated. But it's also one of the most important goal in art.

Art has always been with us

Art with meaning : a blade of grass finding its way through the concrete.

Looking for unexpected outcomes rather than prettiness. Logic and rationality are illusions desperately grasping at straws.