Is it bad that I like it?
Carson looks adequate for that kind of painting, Judo Jesus less so.
No, as art is highly subjective.
Iām looking at it from a trained artistās perspective; to begin with, the foreground figure and background figure look like they were rendered by two completely different people.
The image of Carson is flat and generic looking, almost more like a photoshopped filter of a photo; but the proportions and perspective are correct. The same is not true of the Jesus figure in the background; the head is oddly asymmetrical, the facial features are out of proportion and the hands are oversized in relation to the rest of the body.
Maybe Jesus was an irregular freak like the rest of us? And maybe the Carson was yoinked from a long lens flat perspective and the Jesus model from a wider, closer perspective.
I find it very blah, like the artist had some skills but had little talent or style. A black velvet background would make the thing complete.
But those hands. Eek.
And whatās it supposed to signify? āHail people, look upon my new disciple as your salvationā or something?
If he existed, Iām sure that he was.
Still the quality of the painting is, pun intended, god-awful.
āYou still owe me for the judo lessons, Ben. Pay up.ā
Why would black jesus hang out with Ben Carson?
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To me he looks more like white celebrity jesus with a fantabulastic tan.
16 Teddy Bear Bread Rolls. The cute is strong with this one.
Oh my goodness. My nieces would have a field day with those. From shock theyāre made out of bread, to cooing theyāre too cute to eat, to the Bear Bread Massacre/Zombie Apocalypse, starring the nieces as bread-eating Godzillas.
I should figure out how to make them.
This personās whole channel is soooo cute. Also fun to watch in another language.
I might wind up subscribing. The squid ink finger puppet bread looked amazing too.
The teddy bears didnāt seem too overly complicated, either. Would be a fun project with kids.
iām dying. i love this!
Itās funny in hindsight, but wow I find it easy to imagine being in her class.
For one of my first-year Comp Sci half-courses, I had a prof the grad students revered ā I even heard one refer to him as a āgodā. He was teaching this first-year course because the university had decided the undergrads shouldnāt be taught only by profs who didnāt have the pull to weasel out of it.
So heād teach us, always with a topic but never prepared, and it came out (IIRC he just told us like it was no big deal) that the version of the language he was teaching us and the version we had available to us for the lab assignments were different. So heād tell us it worked foo way, and really the syntax was bar.
At first the lab TAs thought we were all trying to mooch solutions from them, until they put it together that everyone in this guyās section always made the same syntax errors.
Oh yeah, and anyone he caught helping people out in lectures by correcting the incorrect stuff he was telling us (ie: me and some other people had gone to the TAs to get pro-active help) received āassistanceā from him during the final exam (colour me gobsmacked he actually proctored it). Said assistance was a) incorrect and b) just to fuck with us during the exam.
I managed to crawl out of that shitshow with a B; all my other Comp Sci classes were solid As.
Iām always amazed what crap universities will let tenure profs get away with. Maybe you canāt fire them easily, but thereās a difference between academic freedom and messing up someoneās electives and grade average just for your own twisted fun.
Ask me about my one B in my major. Hint: The professor was drunk every single class. It was an 11 a.m. class. (In his defense, his son had committed suicide. After that semester the other profs sent him for treatment. I hear he was a great teacher when he was sober. Glad they helped him but no one seemed to care about the students who he affected.)