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... Rubinke (Maria Rubinke)

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
---Edgar Allan Poe

The Fool

Maria Rubinke lives in Copenhagen, Denmark. She's a lovely young artist known for her grotesque ceramic sculptures---- in other words, she's a girl after my own heart. I'm not going to say much more on this post. I think I'll let Ms Runbinke's work speak for itself-----

Please, go to her page and appreciate all the beauty. She has a website which is currently under construction. Hopefully it will be up and running soon.

In the meantime-----

Just click on the pics below to enlarge for all the glorious detail!

All art and photos are credited to the artist, Maria Rubinke.

The only thing I take credit for is introducing you to the loveliness that is Maria Rubinke and her delectable art.... you're welcome!


  1. Omg these are so morbidly cool! Love this post!!!

    1. Yes, she has some wonderful pieces.... I didn't think I'd have enough room to post all the ones I love here.... :-)

  2. sick and twisted. the stark white with that red just is amazing. i don't get disturbed often by art, but those pieces give me the heebie-jeebies!

    1. Sick and twisted, yes....but, it's a good sick and twisted! :-)

  3. Art is meant to shake you up, make you recoil or ah, give you something to hate or love. She does it all.

    1. Yes, yes she does. And the art world is a better place for it!

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    1. me too.... I couldn't miss a chance to post that one, lol


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