All I do is stare at pictures. Day in, day out....
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Art Dump
All I do is stare at pictures. Day in, day out....
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Some videos you needed to see
Tonight, I set my research parameters to "visually interesting garbage," fell into Vimeo, and came out with these. My publication of these videos in list format is not endorsement or disparagement of any particular band, artist, religion, food item, livestock rearing technique, or drug. Actual plot lines may vary.
Alagoas “Ghosts” / Music Video
Highly-effective appropriation of native american images and rituals for the exaltation of blindingly white aspiration-core indie rock. A witch drinks some drugs and has a vision, thereafter pulls a fungus elemental out of a portal and dances joyously with it. The spirit's rainbow spores infect the whole tribe, resulting in eventual genocide I'm guessing.
Synesthesia
Live action sitcom starring an old general, a lonely housewife, and their boring sons. Cats start jumping out of the stereo and the children poke at vegetables and porkchops with 6.35 mm headphone plugs. Then the stereo explodes.
“Batongo- La notte Dei Tempi”
The Shoes Ft. Dominic Lord - 1960’s Horror
Friday, January 20, 2017
An interview with Aaron Lange about his "outrage porn" collection, HUGE
Your drawings for this collection are explicit to the point where its both hilarious and disturbing. Looking back now to when you made them, how do you feel that style connects to what was going through your head?
A word being tossed around a lot right now is "normalize". As annoying as that is, it is also appropriate. As I write this it is Jan. 11 and Trump is not yet in office. So the drawings in HUGE were done very recently. But already in that short time Trump kind of has been "normalized". You wake up, make coffee, read the news, and see all manner of outrageous and horrifying business and just kinda nod and go about your day. I'm glad I was able to capture and express my total shock and disgust immediately following the election results. It is important to remember what a gross aberration this whole climate is.
Would you call these drawings satire or something else?
That's a very good question. Though they serve some of the same purposes as satire they don't exactly fit that bill. I'm not, for example, really doing anything clever, or addressing particular issues and policies. I think they share certain qualities with some of the more politicized works of the Surrealists, but that label is also insufficient. I'm sure my critics would label it "outrage porn" and they just might be correct.
Some of these drawings include severe derogatory language, like “spic,” and “faggot,” writ large, at one point literally embedded into the president-elect’s hair. These are words Trump has never been confirmed to have used, but which you seem to feel are tied to him in some way. What led you to use such emotionally charged words?
When Trump says "build a wall" he is in effect saying "spic". When he attacks civil rights such as gay marriage, he is in effect saying "faggot". He's too savvy to say these words, in public at least, but his meaning is not lost on anybody.
Judging by your website and a google search I don’t see much other politically geared work. Is this new territory for you?
I've certainly never done anything this blatantly political before. There's a vague politic to my work in general, but it is a bit oblique. On this issue I didn't want to skirt around, be ironic, tongue in cheek, or whatever; I wanted my stance on the matter crystal clear, and etched in stone, so to speak.
Is political cartooning territory you plan to continue exploring as Trump begins his reign of terror?
God, I don't know. It's really so boring. It's such a low level discourse. Being opposed to Trump and what he stands for just strikes me as so obvious. It's such a no-brainer, Trump is so transparent. This whole thing is very bad Science Fiction.
What do you think about left-leaning folks who say we should give Trump a chance?
They need to wake up. Look, I didn't like Bush, didn't agree with him, etc. But at his core I don't think Bush is a bad person. A stupid, spoiled frat boy? Sure. But I don't think he's some destructive monster. Trump is beyond politics. This isn't a WWII guy like Bob Dole, who's got some old fashioned opinions like your grandpa. Trump is most likely mentally ill to some degree.
Much has been said about golden showers and Trump lately. What do you think of the recent allegation that he hired escorts to decorate a Moscow hotel bed with piss because Barack and Michelle Obama had slept in it? Any plans for an illustration from you on this unconfirmed yet possibly historic event?
I find this to be very dubious. We don't need to make shit up about Trump. Jesus, he does or says something awful every fucking day. This "pee gate" horseshit has the makings of a Leftist birther movement. I just don't believe it's true. Look, I'm sure Trump has done nasty things with prostitutes, and frankly I don't care about that. The red flag, for me, is that this water sports session was conducted on some bed that the Obama's once slept in. It sounds so made up. Also, that would be a symbolic act. I don't think Trump is capable of abstract thought and things like symbolism. He is a brutally literal person, incapable of reflection.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
#moebiustime - The Incal meets the Pendleton
Thanks to Bryce Martin's bright idea, the king of insanely trippy fantasy/sci-fi (Jean Giraud a.k.a. Moebius a.k.a. Gir) has (finally?) met the kings of insanely trippy children's cartoons (Finn and Jake) by way of the right of artistic reinterpretation. Bryce asked a handful of artists, among them Brandon Graham (ISLAND, Multiple Warheads), to create illustrations that implanted Adventure Time characters in the worlds of French illustrator and comic artist Moebius. The resulting drawings work predictably well, given Adventure Time's infinite adaptability. Check out the art below, and #moebiustime for more.
Tristan Wright (@tristanatsirt - tristanwright.com)
M.L. McDonald (@Alchemichael7 - alchemichael.tumblr.com/)
Brandon Graham (@royalboiler - royalboiler.wordpress.com)
Michael Danielsen (@inradiator - radiacious.com)
Daniel Tuucaan Starflower (@crystalZONElife - underwatercrystalzone.com)
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Material by Ales Kot, Issues 1-3: Acceleration and its discontents
Material is a comic by Ales Kot, a doe-eyed young man 28 years of age, who has of late injected such a massive amount of enthusiastically bizarre ideas into the industry that he’s being heralded as one of its most vital modern voices. Ales Kot also pens The Surface and Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier, and recently wrapped up Zero, all of which are overtly cerebral comics, rarely simple, and always aiming to open your eyes to some new and glorious strangeness. Kot very obviously gets a lot of satisfaction out of confusing people by saying several things at once, be it through subtext or panel content. He loves to stir up chaos with his words, and he’s damn good at it.
From the very outset, though, Material isn’t chaotic, and while it says many things at once, it is more overtly simplistic than any of Kot’s other writing. Material is utterly structured. The book tells 4 alternating stories, always in the same order, two pages at a time, three rotations per book, totaling 24 pages per issue. Each story chugs along on a 3 x 3, nine panel grid. Additionally, the stories have their own color schemes, providing instant familiarity at each transition. This is comic book formalism, and it makes for a story that feels slower and more contemplative than anything else Kot’s been putting out. It’s also entirely based in reality, our reality, our time. The Black Lives Matter movement and American torture programs come into play, as well as references to recent pop music hits and contemporary activists and writers.
In his interview with Entertainment Weekly, Kot remarks that with Material he wanted to be, above all, honest. “As I go through therapy,” he says, “and an overall complex process of shedding behavioral patterns that I no longer want in my life, my path becomes clearer. With Material, I am primarily interested in people and poetry. What I am decidedly not interested in is genre and false conflict. I want to explore what it means to be alive, in America and out of it, now.”
We get the impression, from this interview, that Ales Kot has suffered a bit of disillusionment with the strange, the incomprehensible, with the fantastical. We can certainly feel general disillusionment in the characters he’s writing: Julius Shore, the bored, aging postmodern professor whose faith in his own convoluted theories has been disrupted; Nylon, the actress with a sordid past begrudgingly and doubtfully playing along with the male director who’s taken an interest in revitalizing her career; the black rights protestor, Franklin, who struggles to maintain faith in social progress even while he suffers detention and extortion at the hands of a purported police officer; and Adib, a former Guantanamo prisoner who cannot escape the trauma of the torture he experienced. Each character is fleshed out through conversations, and through many sequences of wordless panels that make Material such a quiet book.
Will Tempest’s illustrations lend muted realism and immediate personhood to each character that enters the panel, and the lettering by Clayton Cowles hangs back and allows the words to say what they needs without embellishment. Tom Muller, who designs the covers and interiors, has a bold and simplistic style that emphasizes text over image. Reading through Material, you can see exactly what Ales is talking about: it’s about people, and the poetry they're living out. There's no teenagers fighting their way through a surrealistic hellscape, no spies being plunged into Lynchian nightmares. It’s just people and their reality, our reality.
That being said, the themes being touched on are not at all dissimilar from the themes Kot’s crazier titles talk about, but for the simpler tone and more realistic, straightforward style. Things like accelerating technology or government brutality and the search for real human connection in the face of an oppressive and uncontrollable larger society are more than prevalent in other works by Kot, but being dressed in science fiction and fantasy pushes those themes into the subtext.
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Adib comes home from a night trying to escape his wife and his past. A mix of vivid and desaturated colors all throughout the book gives the action an cohesively understated feel. |
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Franklin seeks empowerment in a society that feels engineered to repress him, his family, and his friends. His efforts towards making positive change lead to a dangerous and inescapable situation. |
“There is now no single authoritative voice on history. Instead there are billions of voices overlapping, and in the confusion of their songs, we can hardly discern our own voice. The maps in our hands no longer match the territory – and perhaps they never did. Now what?”
This technology has to an extent deepened our schizophrenia and narcissism. It’s hard to see the real world, because we’re busy gathering moments from it, collecting flashes of life to add to the digital scrapbook (a cute cat video here, a #Blacklivesmatter protest picture there) while ignoring our actual physical agency and potential in the real world.
In similar fashion, Ales Kot is providing waypoints for the broader context of the book, effectively linking us to tutorials on remapping the world. In its persistent concern with the now of our existence, Material is constantly attempting to push us out of the book and back into the very information storm we are ostensibly trying to escape from, urging us to find the voices that speak to us, just as he presents us with the voices that have spoken to him. He tells The Guardian about his intentions and inspiration, how “the best fiction, to me, educates and entertains at the same time. It brings awe and it leaves us richer than we were before. Sometimes it feels as if it’s reminding us of something we already knew, but forgot a long time ago, and now, with its help, we are remembering again."
He continues: “There’s so much more to it: the way a book or a painting resonates through me without my understanding why, seeing people replay ancient myths in real time without even knowing it. There’s a reason why the Nazis burned books. They’re powerful.”
More specifically, words are powerful. When mixed with real social concerns and a bit of faith and enthusiasm, it can start revolutions. It’s obvious what the world needs: Strong voices, thoughtful words. It needs linguistic cartographers handpicked by the mass disenfranchised collectively creating a mental and emotional roadmap for this insane new world we’ve stumbled dizzily into. In that sense Material tells us how to go about it: to read, to write, to listen and discuss, and above all to take the time to contextualize and restructure. It’s one way out of the digital tarpit: steady, structured, and honest words.
Lastly I'd just like to link another good interview with author Ales Kot, this one done in Vulture magazine. A great read if you have an interest in finding out more.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Josh Ln is probably stoned
Thursday, April 26, 2012
French Designer X-Gum: Dildo-Tanks of Mass Consumption
Nothing goes together these days like youth entertainment, violence, and sex. It's like a sticky sweet mixed drink, 90% alchohol, tasting of both of adulthood, ectocooler, and mass consumption. And we here in the contemporary age like to be reminded of, and seek out, any trace of inevitable corruption in the children we, as a culture, watch grow up. that's why I love the Superflat movement - I feel like recent generation grew up slowly, holding on to their childhood stories and heroes long after they began realizing that life was tough and sex felt amazing. A lack of spiritual guidance in the age of information didn't help either. We are as simultaneously mixed up and homogenized as Takashi Murakami's tradmark creeps.
That's why I immediately bookmarked French designer X-Gum's website. The same techniques that made Superflat so good at calling out Japanese Americanization and Fetishization can work to reveal a repressed memory in our American history: that night we got really trashed and lost our virginity to pop culture. Nice months later what comes out is a manic young protean god resembling every toy or comic book or video game you ever pulled your mom's skirt to buy you. It's a bizarre and autistic child. It'll get your hands slimy if you touch it, but it's kind of cute, even as throws up neon all over the floor.
There are billions of these bastards, these multicolor goblins. They have no real face to speak of, only ubiquitous cartoon eyes that stare out through a hard plastic glaze. They have no stable shape or name. Some have teeth. Sharp teeth. And they take up a massive amount of space, crowding like those beak-less chickens in KFC poultry farms, leaving the basement of this great American insane asylum strewn with... is that chewed bubblegum and spoiled milk? Gross.