This is pretty late in posting, but I’ve got a lot of pictures of various shows I went to a couple of weekends ago. Maybe longer than that. I could check, but I’m not all that into facts. Let’s just see some art, huh?

The first few are from the group show At The Movies at Giant Robot. I always feel like they are secretly judging me for not being Asian. I didn’t write down artists or titles.

God speed you, Black Emperor.

Every Beastmaster dream I’ve ever had.

The finest depiction of Woody Allen ever.

Look! It’s Matt Furie. And a creepy Asian dude staring me down over on the right. See, judging. Silently judging.

Favorite.

Now over to White Walls/Shooting Gallery for Josh Petker and Mike Davis.

Shooting Gallery crowd. Heavy flow day.

Petker was on point. I’ve gotta get rich quick so I can buy one of his paintings before they become unattainable.

I mean, damn.

Mike Davis blew my fucking mind.

The frames were almost as good as the art itself.

If Dali had been friends with Chaucer.

And then upstairs was this Ian Johnson piece. If I had kids, I would sell them for one of his paintings. Well, hopefully I could get more than one painting per kid. I don’t know what the going rate is for children, but it’s got to still be pretty high even if the dollar is down.

The White Walls crowd.

Next is Joey Piziali at Gallery Three. It seems impossible that it could be better, but it’s better in person.

He’s moved to using a lot more white instead of rainbows. It’s not negative space, because there’s so much texture even in the white sections, but it has a similar effect.

The geometry and texture combined made my eyes shake a little.

Justin gets up close and personal.

Just goddamn amazing.

Close-up of the textures at work. Joey, how did I not manage to get a picture of you? Take a picture of yourself right now and we’ll throw it in.

I was at the Swoon and Monica Canilao show at the Luggage Store, but it was dark and my camera died. I could barely lift my arms to get shots anyway, because every gutterpunk and hipster in a 10 mile radius was there trying to impress people with their Thunderdome costumes and body odor. So instead I leave you with a picture of a cute dog followed by a reminder of your own mortality.

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