he was an indonesian painter who spent most of his life in france.
i fell in love with his paintings when i first saw them at toeti heraty museum in jakarta a few months ago.
the museum has over 50 paintings by salim, but since it's a small museum, they don't have much space to display the paintings in a proper way – they put them all up in one room, so the walls are covered with paintings from top to bottom, with no space for artwork labels. and some of the paintings are not on eye-level, so you can't really enjoy the details.
there's not much stuff about him online, though. and no pictures of his paintings. i took this pic, it's my fave piece (but forgot what it's called, sorry). iphone camera doesn't do it any justice, but it's beautifully somber. all of his paintings are gloomy, but i love his style.
all of mansour’s works are gorgeous and so beautifully representative of the palestinian condition (pre and post-intifada) but there’s something about 1985’s ”hope” that’s always stuck with me, much like 1993’s “the nazarene” (also attached). i cannot recommend looking further into mansour’s works enough. follow him on instagram @/sliman.mansour 🕊️
i dont remember how i found this guy - russian painter who paints beautiful landscapes of degrading industrial areas. still alive and active as far as i can tell but zero online presence aside from his works. love him.
it's nice. you can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, whenever you feel like it. today i just felt like eating a big slice of peach earl grey cake and jasmine bergamot basque cheesecake all by myself on a sunday afternoon
pi.fyi: a small, vibrant neighborhood filled with laid back people who acknowledge each other's presence and interact with one another tumblr: a cold, deserted town where the very few people remaining avoid eye contact or stay in their houses instagram: a big, gentrified, densely populated city full of billboards and noise pollution
