Secret Still

Continuing a Wednesday packed with more color than Timothy Leary’s psychedelic turds, I present to you Laurie Hogin. Her work is of the Chris Ryniak type, featuring a strange zoo of new fauna. Hogin’s animalia are close enough to the real creatures of Earth that they creep me fuck out in a really good way. And their bright, multicolored hues definitely make me question the water I’m drinking. Best of all is her portryal of the mutant beastiary in the style of traditional European masters, which puts a wry smirk into the essence every painting. If I wasn’t so scared of contracting some sort of peyote enraged form of rabies, I would probably buy one of her paintings. I lie, I will totally buy one if I ever have the cash. Peyote and rabies sounds like a good time.

Laurie Hogan

Dear God,

Please do something about Brooklyn artist Charlie Immer.  Just when I thought I might have a shred of talent, I came across his work, and now I know that I should just go sell insurance or something. Seriously, God, have you seen his shit? It’s equal parts colorful, playful, creepy, and perfect. Do you remember that time when I was a kid and I was looking up at the clouds thinking about rabbits and whatnot? Well, Immer’s work is like that, if an evil clown came and peered down at me. How am I supposed to compete with that? Exactly, I can’t. I’m not asking you to kill him or anything horrible like that, though I know you’re good for it; just maybe make him think that he’s a cruiseship captain instead of a fucking fantastic artist. Can you do that for me, Yahweh? I’ll hit you back with a favor when you need it, I swear.

Charlie Immer

Hello, neighbors.* It’s Wednesday, so let’s make it fun and colorful. Let’s populate our brains with a rainbow of imagination and sea of dreams. Our first friend today is Italian artist Maurizio Santucci aka “Bombo!”. Santucci makes his dreams into reality through the use of cutouts and subtle dimension. Don’t think he’s a one trick pony, though, because his traditional illustration style is also the cat’s pajamas. Why don’t you take a visit to Bombo’s magical land of delights?

*I apologize for the tone of this post. I blame it on the cardigan I’m wearing.

Bombo!

And by daily I mean whenever I get around to them.

Daniel Lutheran

Guy vs. Marc

Koyaanisqatsi (full feature)

Bodies of Water - Under the Pines

Capacity rebrands Cartoon Network

In what is maybe the most clever photo project I have seen in a while, Tammy Rae Carland brings the magical world of Lesbian Beds to the eyes of a nation. Not only are the photos sumptuously lit, but they are also chock full of character. And I don’t mean character in the backhanded compliment kind of way, but rather in the way that you can tell a lot about a person from the way they live. In this case, you can tell a lot about a lesbian from her bed. Truth be told, I would probably hang out with everyone except for “leopard print sheets”. But that’s just me. All the lesbians could hate me based on my bed, but they’d have to be pretty seriously anti-comfort and snugglyness. My bed has that in spades. Since Carland is a local, I just need to wait until she does a series titled “Art Douchebag Beds”. Got it on lock.

Tammy Rae Carland: Lesbian Beds via B/D

Most of you probably weren’t at the opening of James Jean’s new solo show Kindling at Jonathan Levine Gallery in NYC. I’m willing to put money down that none of you could afford to buy one of his works even if you did get in the door. I wasn’t anywhere near the show, and I sure as hell can’t afford any of the work, but I decided to weigh in on Jean’s new show anyway. Let me start off with a very simple evaluation of the works from my initial viewing of them online: HO. LY. FUCK. I have always, always loved Jean’s work, and I knew he was capable of amazing shit, because he’s been coming with it for a while now. But this new show is the definition of the phrase “next level shit”. I’m not even going to sit here and analyze the work from a critic’s point of view, because I don’t have the time, and you don’t have the pretension. Just look at it. The dude has proven that he is art’s new motherfucking monster. I don’t need to say a damn thing about it. It feels so nice I’m gonna picture it up twice.

James Jean

Somefield is the nom du net of Barnaby Ward, and houses all of his drawings and doodlings. Although his drawings and doodlings make my finished work look like empty crap, so don’t take them lightly. Most of his pieces feature his sexily clad anti-heroine mixed and matched with robots, monsters, insects, and other flotsam of his mind. I’m gonna have to get my hands on his comics, because I’m smitten with the style. I feel pretentious being under 65 and using the word “smitten”.

Somefield

Playing games with your heart.

You Won’t Remember This

Granite Copper Motor

Police Execute Man at BART Station (two blocks from Secret Still HQ)

Lernert Engelbert & Saunder Plug

Momentum in Japan

50 People, 1 Question

The first two things that I liked about UK design firm Telegramme involved their address. Smeed Road is possibly the most British road name I’ve ever heard. Also I like that they’re in “The Old Peanut Factory”. What if one of them has a peanut allergy? Is it a game of Russian roulette every time he/she goes into the office? Luckily their work was enough to distract me from my already distracted thought processes. In addition to having a very nice site design, Telegramme have managed to create a distinct style that is versatile and still consistenly amazing. It’s like watching the guy who spins lots of plates on sticks balanced on his face, if that guy were a studio and the plates were projects. The sticks can still be sticks. I don’t know what else they would be.

Telegramme

Back to the daily bump and grind.

Objectified

Screamin’ Jay Hawkins - I Put a Spell on You

Jessica Piercing

Euromaxx on Arne Jacobsen

Origami In the Pursuit of Perfection

History of the Internet