Incredibly realistic paintings of moshers by Dan Witz

Dan Witz is a talented artist from Brooklyn, New York who paints people and things with meticulous accuracy. The level of realism in his paintings is pretty darned amazing, and his mosh pit series accurately captures the chaos and energy of moshing music fans. Mosh pits were quite popular in the 90's and, during my teenage years, kids basically kick the living shit out of each other. I wonder if people still do that?

Visit Dan's website for more photorealistic art.

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Photographer documents her stay at a mental hospital with haunting self-portraits

Most documentary projects about mental illness reveal someone else's behavior, but Laura Hospes took a very different approach. The Dutch photographer documented her stay at a psychiatric ward, and her raw, striking and sometimes unbearable black and white self-portraits reveal the reality of what it's like to recover from anxiety, depression and eating disorder following a suicide attempt. The project, which Laura called UCP-UMCG, (named after the hospital in which she stayed) earned her a spot on LensCulture's list of 50 best emerging photographers for 2015 in the LensCulture Emerging Talent Awards. One picture shows her staring blankly ahead while clad in a sleeveless shirt. In another, she is depicted lying on a bed, half naked. "At first, I made this complete series for myself, to deal with the difficulties and express my feelings,” she told The Mighty . "After that, I want to inspire people who are or have been in a psychiatric hospital. I want them to s...

The Adorable Sculptures of Yen Yen Lo

These images are from a series of wall sculptures created by Yen Yen Lo . Here you can see her intricately textured ceramic pieces, looking downright adorable. Yen Yen Lo's eye for the unique and whimsical is delightful. Apparently they are not intended for kids under 16. Fifteen-year-olds cannot be trusted with fragile stuff. Get them a Funko Pop instead.

Where Bad Space and Good Music Collided

My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.

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