Nothing makes my morning more than having an artist contact me about their work, and then subsequently having that work blow my fucking mind. Such was the case with the work of Stephen Tompkins this morning. The twist is that I wrote about Tompkins a ways back when I was working for Juxtapoz.com. And yet here he was again with new work, melting my axions left and right. I would be mad about the decreased brain function if it wasn’t so worth it. Like a Merry Melodies hit and run or some boiling hell for all the forgotten toons, Tompkins’ work is just abstract enough to be visually amazing, with enough pop reference to be unsettling. He’s doing a jitterbug on that fine line between pure ideas and the visual torture of my childhood icons, and oh my God do I ever dig that.
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