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Nick Smith creates NSFW prints using Pantone color chips as pixels


Scottish artist Nick Smith, known for his Pantone mosaics, recently unveiled his latest work at London's Lawrence Alkin Gallery. Called Paramour, the erotic images look like they've been heavily pixilated, almost like 8-bit art. If you look at them up close, you'll only see the Pantone color swatches, but if you step back—or zoom out—you'll see the NSFW pieces.
"Marking 400 years since Shakespeare's death, Paramour employs Nick Smith's signature 'colour-chip' methodology, combining modern nudes with excerpts from the Bards' sonnets and plays.

As well as Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and Venus and Adonis, the works feature racy text from poetry and prose by DH Lawrence, John Cleland, EM Berens and Sarah Walters. Exploring lust, love and appreciation of the female form, Paramour brings classic literature to the modern conscience, telling stories of illicit love through evocative imagery."




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