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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!



Comments

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

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

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  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!

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

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

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    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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