SF-based Shalo P manhandles the space occupied by figurative pop references, and slices up the time it takes for skin and blood to drip out of frames inside of frames. It’s heaps of muscles, genitals, childhood idols, and crushed steel, for the eyes to get sloppy with. I especially enjoy what he has been doing with his coloring method, which has a lo-fi Photoshop (MS Paint aspirations) collage feel. He must be, he just has to be, having a great time. You can go deeper in this Fecal Face interview, catch his latest tumbles, or flick it, and no matter what path you choose you are bound to get excited about this guy’s work. To get physical, pick up DEATH TRIP, a collaborative zine with Peter Gray Hurley, put out by Drippy Bones Books.