Thursday, January 29, 2009

Holler Higher.



This struck me today. Not only because this image is by one of my favorite artists, Steve Powers (who creates paintings synthesizing imagery and text, basically fashioning a cohesive screen shot of his mind) but because I feel like I need a higher power to give me a lil holler right about now.

In a society increasingly saturated in (for lack of a better, more all-encompassing term) bullshit, sometimes it can be tough to remember which way is up. So Krishna, Jesus, Buddha, Allah or perhaps my Lala: feel free to get in touch. I don't want to go to church, but I do have a few questions for ya.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Obsession of the day...perhaps even the week.



This illustrator, Adam Jackson, is tha shit.

Not only is he super talented, but he is so friggin nice. I discovered his work randomly online, and sent him an email (something I never do unsolicited to artists) telling him how much I liked his stuff. What does he do? Offers to make me a special lil sumthin sumthin. How many ways can you say awesome!?!

I'm gonna be checking my mail for his piece for me like a crackhead scours the streets for drug change now.

Check him out right now cus his other stuff is as equally dope:
adamants.blogspot.com & www.myspace.com/adamjacksonart_home

Remixing with Colbert.



It's just a funky kind of Friday. Therefore, let the remixing live on.

"Remixing is okay! I say it, blunt and in your face!"

I'm not sure if I like the throbbing beats or Colbert's creepy glowing neon painted face more.

Lets Learn to Disco... the Swedish way.

It's rainy. So lets all do the Slagsmålsklubben Övningsköra.

The synthesizer here is on point.

Friday, January 16, 2009

If, by any chance, you need a chuckle and are occasionally as unproductive as I am while at work:

Blood.
"Blooood! Not funny!"





Scarlet Takes A Tumble. Pretty self-explanatory.
"Break a neck off a table. I shouldn't perform that." uhh...truer words never spoken.





Charlie Bit My Finger. This never gets old. Cute lil British kids.
"Charlie, that really hurt. And it's still hurting."

Like fresh meat, Santiago Mostyn is raw.



I love Santiago Mostyn.

Shit, just look at that photo. Could be many a place. Could be many an era.

His recent small self-published paperback called All Most Heaven is a searing photo-documentary of the two years Mostyn traveled across America. I've always wanted to do that. Damn my real job.

Anyways, he's having a collaborative installation with Bill Daniel at Needles and Pens Gallery in the city starting tomorrow. I think I may just have to check it out.

Live. Die. Hell, I just want to party.



I love neon shit. I'm not sure if it's my obsession with bright colors or all things that have an ability to glow, but neon signs are pretty much the coolest way to get a brief message across (aside from obscene hand gestures, but that's more action-based.)

Neon also happens to be my favorite element. Arsenic runs close, simply because you can poison people with it (just seems so organic, really) but neon is a definitively happier element.

I also like quotes. A lot. I have notebooks filled with my favorite quotes.

Therefore, a cool quote plus a neon sign equals this post.

My Lala. Wasn't she puurty?

Give the Prez a Pound

People are getting rather giddy about Obama's inauguration.

I just want him to get his ass in office and fix our broke-ass society, but I guess he does deserve a little celebratory dance as well.

"A beautiful and symbolic dance routine" proposes Congress? Complete with "spicy Latin tangos and urban hip-hop beats?" Oh my gowsh.

NOW I'm excited for Tuesday. I so do love those urban beats.




Congress Debates Adding Elaborate Dance To Obama's Inauguration Ceremony

I Heart T.Magic



London-artist T.Magic sent me this today in the mail. Quite possibly the best gift I've ever gotten from an artist.

T.Magic boasts collectors such as Jay-Z and Kanye West...and now Katie Zuppann. sweet.

If you're not familiar with his work, get with it at www.artismyhustle.com

Even Steve Loves Shep



Here's Shep's official 15 minutes. I must admit, I'm really proud of him. Shepard is a rad guy, and still gets up on the streets.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Studio Crashing with Alex Pardee



I recently crashed my buddy Alex Pardee's studio. I love Alex because he's just about as weird and psychologically intense as I am. Except he makes cool paintings about it, and I attempt to write.

This mad talented artist was getting ready for his new solo show, Letters From Digested Children, which opened last Thursday at FIFTY24SF Gallery on Haight and Fillmore. The place was packed. Like, sardine status. But I was a happy sardine; because Alex totally deserves any and all recognition and success he's gotten.

Without further ado, stalk Alex with me now and peep the whole studio visit here.

Oh Shit.



This is just funny. My buddies from French creative studio 123Klan got a lil rough with their cellular device.
These guys are talented and funny...and maybe a bit aggressive. Oh merde is right. But hey, worth its weight in uhh…an extended phone warranty.