Thomas Petersen, known as Grundvold (born in Denmark in 1989) is a first year student of BA (Hons) Fine Art - Photography at Glasgow School of Art.
2011 - Kunstnernes Efterårsudstilling, Den Frie, Copenhagen, Denmark
All material tagged #Grundvold is made by and belongs to Grundvold.
lundssons: Do you have a favorite artist?
I have many, these are a few of them:
Markus Bollingmo - http://www.flickr.com/photos/sipho84/
Falko Dzur - http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaspendar/
Mikel Marton - http://mikeltumblez.tumblr.com/
Javier Ray - http://www.flickr.com/photos/javierrey/
Vivien Ayroles - http://www.flickr.com/photos/gerraud
Gregory Crewdson - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregory_Crewdson
First part of the naked page project is over, and now it’s time for me to look through all the great stuff you guys have send me and find out which ten sources of inspiration that will turn in to finished photographies. This might take some time, but I think it’s going to be great fun doing this part. I’ll contact the ten winners as I finish the art works.
In a bustling age of technology and anonymity, it becomes quite simple for anyone to easily distribute nude photos. I think something that’s profoundly disturbing and saddening is how often people become defined by their bodies above any other personality trait. Here, I attempted to capture both the body and the sadness/yearning that often accompanies the distribution of personal photos.
Anonymous: what are your favorite blogs you follow here?
That’s a hard one to answer, it’s always changing. But looking at the tumblrs I give most likes at the moment these are my favourites right now:
rolacolaandalex: Thanks for liking my selfie, means a lot! Love your tumblr, the images you create are always great and really striking :)
You’re welcome, and thanks a lot. I really enjoy following your tumblr.
by Thomas Petersen
More male art at www.theartofman.net
hello did someone order inspiration and can he please share when he’s found enough?
here’s what I have for you:
every night I lie awake, only able to focus on the dull ache of my stomach, telling me that it must be past 4am otherwise I wouldn’t be hungry.
in this light all I can find to admire are my hands, hands that ask my body “why?” and a body that can only reply with growls and heavy eyelids.