#bierstadt

Albert Bierstadt, The Last of the Buffalo, 1888.

photomicrograph of a cross section from the blue sky, 410x. Photograph by Michael R. Palmer

::Kaijufornia Spring::
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An older piece I did as a learning piece for the Ancient-Kaiju Project.
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This is kinda a double-homage to Albert Bierstadt for the Landscape and Aris Kolokontes who designed the Leatherback as seen in Pacific Rim 1.
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Decided to post this here as I work on a Jäger-piece atm.
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What is your favorite Kaiju of all time?
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#kaiju #daikaiju #landscapepainting #ancientkaiju #arsfantasio #bierstadt #classicpainting #wallartprint #canvasart #creatureart #fantasyartwork #photoshoppainting (hier: Ars Fantasio)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CANz90bqqIN/?igshid=y6h26rsrxuvp

::Mega-Groot & Benatar at Bridal Veil Falls - after Bietstadt::
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Revosited that piece that got it all started - swipe to see the first version from 2014
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People mistook the creature for Groot (was painted before GotG) so I decided to „draw this again“ and paint what there should be and since Groot alone would be boring I added a crashed Benatar to this Albert Bierstadt landscape ;)
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All in all ot was harder than it looks to match the rough structure and painting style, but lots of fun nonetheless.
And in case you wonder why Groot is so big, I‘d love to read your story about it
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#gotg #guardiansofthegalaxy #fanarts #arsfantasio #bierstadt #landscapepainting #bridalveilfalls #canvasart #popculture #inceptionism (hier: Bridal Veil Falls Waterfall)
https://www.instagram.com/p/B_aidkUqU-4/?igshid=mv2osduyu7u4

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God…
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

like every hope I’ve ever had…
like every dream I’ve ever known…
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea…
wash away…
fade away…

As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land