This is for all fans of graffiti who have always wondered what boxer Mike Tyson thought about writing your name all over city walls. Some of you will surely be amazed by Tyson’s eloquent musings on the subject matter…”I’m Surely was.”
The work of Johan Björkegren feels like a fairy tale, with twists and turns. It’s what I pictured when I was 5 and holding the covers hearing stories. It is decrepid and pronounced, and can, at times, feel like a house that won’t stop squeaking. It feels loved and nurtured, but it doesn’t believe in purity or the idea of white.
The boombastic Superoboturbo illustrations remind me of how excited I used to be when I saw monkeys on television. I used to be obsessed with those little fuzzy guys, and I’m beginning to swoon for this man’s work the same way. His controlled pallette and friendly line-weight make for a rambunctious duo that make it hard to pull my eyes away.
Also, he recently broke his leg so maybe send him a nice note or a little work to help cheer him up/pay the medical bills at: [email protected]
I don’t know much about photographer Germinal Roaux because his Wikipedia page is in French, but just the fact that he has a Wikipedia page is good enough for me. Not to mention his lovingly rich black and white photos. They look like I could scoop them up with a butter knife and smooth them over my morning scone. From ballerinas to rock stars, Roaux wraps each of his images in his own special blend of spellbound.
This guy’s sweatshirt says it all. The dark, capacious surroundings try to steal the show but his face has such a “just you try” intensity that, despite his size, you know he could for sure kill you with his bare hands. See, Moscow based artist, Olya Ivanova, knows that good portraiture should give the viewer an understanding of what it feels like to be the subject of the image. And it feels pretty serious.
I’ve always believed it is easiest to talk about artwork as if it almost doesn’t exist. The idea of a piece so fleeting, yet moving, is something romantic – and, in a sense, natural. The work of Almut Vogel taps the shoulder of this idea and smiles. In each line and scratch, the lightness and darkness sing songs about their lives, and history while trying to figure out their future.
I had this exact conversation with Mom and Dad the other night over a bottle or four of wine. The alcohol may have played a major role in our enthusiasm, but it got pretty heated when Dad kept insisting capitalism “just works”. What I’m saying is, if you’re not up to the Michael Moore version, this is a much more aesthetically pleasing and humorous explanation of what’s wrong with the world today, courtesy of the MUSCLEBEAVER design team. And it will cost you less than four minutes of your lunch break!
Something about the above photo deeply scares me. What is going on in this neo-geo triangulation of little white fluffy dogs and khaki Dockers? If the four cardinal points of the earth come together, in the form of directional poodles, will a Great Spirit arise from this cosmic canine square? Is it too early in the morning to consider these poodles to be tiny mythological shamans?
Anyway, the site Awkward Family Pet Photos shares a delightfully awkward bounty of photographic gems. Many raise such philosophical questions about the nature of the universe as aforementioned, and others include pet-human dopplegangers, subtle strangling, lasers and nudity. As anyone knows, along with my friend Sandra, I am one of the biggest CDLz (Crazy Dog Ladiez) that ever walked the earth. But these people may have taken the cake. Ziggy, be glad your mom is at least not this crazy.