I am really digging Chinese artist Ju Duoqi’s personified vegetables! She takes old masterpieces like the Mona Lisa or Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe and recreates them with tofu, cabbage, ginger, potatoes, the list goes on. Can you guess which paintings these are?
Although these meticulously crafted porcelain dolls are not the usual Beautiful/Decay fare, something about them really caught our eye. I love their slightly grotesque exposed joints and creepily expressive faces. They are created by artist Marina Bychkova.
When Michael Anderson says that the “street is my palette,” he actually means it. It’s not a metaphor. Anderson’s practice, which Beautiful/Decay detailed in a studio visit over the summer, involves snatching up posters from the street at night. Anderson has collected posters all over the globe, but lives in Harlem, and brings the energy of that place into his work. His current show, The Street is My Palette, up at Claire Oliver in Chelsea until December 30th is a virtuoso exhibition of collage with the flair, rhythm, and charisma of the street.
This past week we’ve been getting bombarded with orders as the holiday season kicks it into full gear. Yesterday I managed to ship orders all over the globe with books and shirts going to Portland, New Mexico, Nebraska, NYC, Philly, Alberta Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Portugal, and France and our very own Los Angeles. Needless to say, but The Cult Of Decay is growing by the thousands! Also, those of you who placed your orders this week will be in for a treat when you see our brand new Cult Of Decay Seal on your shipments. Once you receive your package, hold it up face-level and make direct eye contact with our sacred seal. After a couple of seconds, the initiation will be over and you will then be a full fledged, official cult member. This ain’t no mickey mouse club folks! All cult member are sworn in for life to defend and honor our secrets forever. You must do anything and everything to promote creativity, spread our message, and crush all boring art that lies in your path.
Wondering how you leave the Cult of Decay? Well lets just say it involves a toads foot, a scolding pot of the B/D secret potion, and a strand of Basquiat’s dreadlocks.