Megan Leonard has a nice variety of photographs on her Flickr page but I keep going back to these images of the above model. At first I thought that this was Megan herself but looks like it’s not. Perhaps it’s Megan’s BFF, a favorite model, or even a muse. Either way I was drawn to the blank expression in all the shots.
Tova Mozard’s works elicit the uncanny feeling of cinematic conflation and collapse. They’re like stills straight out of dreams you can’t remember, surrealist, hallucinatory, at times slightly comedic in their implausability. They all, somehow, seem to deal with mortality, what lays behind the curtain, absence, death, the supernatural…there is a haunting Lynch-ian tendency that I like too. In particular I love her photo after the jump of Pappy and Harriet’s restaurant, in Joshua Tree…a cheery bbq joint with country bands I have been to many a time…though I almost didn’t recognize it as Mozard makes it look like an ominous place from a horror movie. Many look like lost out-takes from Twin Peaks (she did name her solo exhibition after the Giant’s message to Agent Cooper….”the owls are not what they seem.”) I also like her ’cause she’s Swedish. Unsettling and seductive.
Justin Scrappers aka Scrapperstown is an art director and artist based in Portland, Oregon who creates on the motto of “crazy ideas, low budget, fast pace, bare-bones crew and all the other magical things it takes to make sure nothing gets in the way of the work.” And as the main creative thrust of the Portland Mercury (the city’s one and only weekly newspaper), he really seems to have become the mayor of Scrapperstown. Shows you really CAN get the job done without having any less fun.
There’s all sort of crazy images popping up on the Beautiful/Decay Flickr Pool these days. These photo’s come courtesy of D▲NIEL, a graphic design student from Costa Rica. This is proof of the mystical powers of Beautiful/Decay Book 1. Just look at the coincidences between our cover and these photos. Skulls… check. Candles… check. Mystical crystals…check. You should get a copy of Book 1 and join the B/D cult!
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Barry X Ball’s personally selected subjects all start their floating-head lives as plaster casts that eventually becoming impaled on some sort of suspended device. They’re scanned by 3D laser scanners then meticulously carved into portraitures that bear high resemblance to their subjects. One of such was Matthew Barney, whose head was installed on a 69 inch spike of plated gold. Hey guys…what do you say? Barneys instead of Jacks?
Izumi Keiji’s figurative sculptures seem to ridicule their subjects’ oblivion, in a playful way. Does anyone else find it humorous his poor sculptures are trying so hard to be normal, but can’t contain their bizarre idiosyncracies? It’s almost as if Izumi takes delight in rendering a white T and blue jeans, business-only bun wearing woman into a magical, blue lagoon water-fall headdress goddess with rainbows erupting from her armpits, as if about to take off in flight. She stands sort of delicately, both aware and inanimately unaware of her liminal position between a world in which anything is possible, and the mundane one you and I reside in. Not to be missed is the casual wear young man whose “afro” is turning into a martian below, completely unbeknownst to him…who knows, maybe I have a giant bolt of lightening erupting from my armpits, and I just don’t know it?