French artist Sinke is bloggling my mind today with patterns on top of patterns, playing a twisting game of open space magic. Not only that but there’re plenty of blinding-ass colors to squinch up my pupils all tiny. I’m getting eyestrain from the redonkulousness of it all. And if the paintings aren’t enough to leave you drooling and confused, the toys sections features an array of spray cans in coats and little shoes. Sure, because who hasn’t wanted to play dress-up with their cans now and again. I think I’m more a fan of the paintings, really. The type of work that would go hand in hand with a good Shag piece. Alls I know is, if I keep staring at these things I won’t need to get LASIK ’cause my janky eyes will fix themselves. Or boil out of my face. Dude, spellcheck is not enjoying this post.
{ 2008 04 24 }
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