I’m reading The Hobbit for the 1000th time, and so there’s a lot of weird, fantastical crap going on in my head these days. Like to the point where I wonder if some cat on the sidewalk is something else in disguise. And then I try to get that cat to reveal itself in its true form. And this is why I don’t hang out with/talk to people. But given my current proclivity toward all things fantasy, take a good dose of the work of Toronn to your brain bucket. Give it a couple of hours and see if you don’t suspect a few cats of secretly being monsters.
There’s an old Jack London quote that goes “The coldest Winter I ever spent was a Summer in San Francisco,” and the Klondike Kid ain’t lyin’. I’ve promised myself that I’m not gonna whine about the weather here, because that’s a boring waste of breath. But at the same time, when I get linked to work like Sam Li’s, where the light is warm and soft, and everything seems comfortable and perfect…well, a guy can dream right? So yeah, what you should really be taking from my meteorological kvetching is that Sam Li’s got great light, mood, and composition in his work. And because of that greatness, you should probably keep an eye on him. Can I just also say: thank Vishnu for a young photographer who’s not taking a shitload of barely focused “lifestyle” photos at parties. I’m looking at you, every Urban Outfitters catalog ever. Respect the goddamn medium. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go put on another sweater.
Today can’t be all about colors to fight the blues (pun entirely intended), because sometimes black and white is just as good. Honestly, badass things are badass regardless of their hues, just look at badass ghosts. And cocaine. And Nicolas Delort’s ink on clayboard works, which are all hatched and re-hatched and so ultimately badass like a ghost on a shitload of cocaine. I mean damn, France, can you just stop producing great artists already? Leave some room for the rest of us. But do keep up the good work with your cheeses. I will definitely take all the cheeses you have, and yes, buy some art from all your great artists. I’m a little short on cash right now, but I do have some coked up ghosts I can trade you. They’re pretty badass.
Long time favorite Lydia Nichols (mentioned previously) dashed across my radar today and, in keeping with art to counteract the weather being a total dickwad, I am now going to blast you in the face with her delightful and charming new works. She’s put a lot of miles and lots of projects behind her since the last time we visited, and she has continued to be completely excellent in all ways. I knew her design mojo was too powerful even for me when I realized that she had made me want to try kombucha and wine, two things I generally associate with people I want to headbutt into the sun. I would shake my fist in rage at you, Lydia, if I wasn’t so busy trying to find ways to shove money into the hands of anyone that uses your designs for their products.
Some days I choose artists that coincide with the weather and my feels, and other days I choose those that are the exact opposite to try and coax myself in another direction. It’s kind of like trying to steer a giant ship by sticking my finger in the water, but something being pointless has never stopped me from trying it. So, in an effort to battle today’s overcast sullenness, I am jamming my whole damn hand in the water and paddling like mad. The ship might not turn, but I do get some pleasant splashing done. The first splash goes to Daniel Krall who’s style is a little rough, a lot playful, and pretty much perfect. Each illustration is so well thought out in terms of composition and color, and it’s fun to see those choices there on the screen. Krall is a talented boxer jabbing away at my eyes, driving his themes into my retinas while I excitedly flail around. Hmm, maybe the boat metaphor was better. Or maybe one about boats that are boxing. Nope, too weird, I’m done.