New mural 'The Last Winter' from Dulk @dulk1 in Churchill, Manitoba (Canada) for the 'Sea Walls: Artists For Oceans' campaign put together by @pangeaseed
Look for Dulk in our current museum exhibitions 'Juxtapozed' at the @fwmoa and 'Flourish' at the @mesaartscenter
Big news shared soon on our next adventure with Dulk in London this October.
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Adalah belajar dan belajar lagi,,
Karena kami ingin benar benar bekarya dan berkontribusi untuk kota ini.. Merefleksi seluruh kegiatan yang telah kami lakukan selama beberapa tahun terakhir, merangkumnya menjadi artikel yang alhamdulillah diterbitkan di @moneyandimagz edisi ini... Di bawah bimbingan bapak @arif.journal untuk belajar lebih dalam mengenai usaha ini.. lewat buku beliau #startupinc terbitan @bentangpustaka
Karena kami dinding rupa,, merupa menjelma di tiap sudut kota
The Chevrolet Corvair is quite the sleeper of an American Classic. Not too pretty, but not too ugly, not too big, but not too small. It’s sure to captivate anyone who looks at it long enough, turning morose curiosity into admiration in a handful of seconds. “Beautiful car, innit?” said a voice over my shoulder right after I shot this picture. White man in his upper 50’s wearing Oakley sunglasses and sporting a soul patch under his lower lip. His arms were sprinkled with small tattoos. Baltimore native. “Yeah, man, this shit is tight,” I responded. I loved a lot about the car, but couldn’t explain why. “You do know that the Corvair is one of the most dangerous cars ever put into production, right?” I shook my head no.
Bob (I made an educated guess at his name after later seeing the leet representation of that name on his Instagram handle) then proceeded to tell me all about what made this car hazardous on the road. No headrests and no seat belts to start. But bizarrely, without any real space constraints forcing them to do so, the engineers at Chevy decided to put the huge engine in the rear of the vehicle, in what we now universally identify as the trunk. The fuel tank was mounted somewhere in there as well! As if that wasn’t dangerous enough, some models even had a spare tire jammed in there, just to the right of the carburetor. He continued to explain to me that the car was notorious for perpetual fishtailing, even on completely dry asphalt road. It was just something Corvair owners had to get used to and compensate for while piloting this auto. There was an art to it. There *is* an art to it. Bob continued: “Wanna take this thing out in the rain or the snow? Forget about it. Total fucking Deathmobile.” We did a little fishtailing of our own as the conversation drifted into a tangent about how he had a girlfriend back in the 1980’s (“I’m gettin’ up there in age”) who used to pick him up in her car (“That thing was a huge boat, man.”) and drive down to Fell’s Point whereupon they’d get in the back seat and do their business (“It was fun as hell man. Cops all around, but whatever. It was old Baltimore before Fells got fancy.”) Bob then [cont'd below]