Secret Still

Remember in Labyrinth when Jennifer Connelly is in that dump that’s made up of her childhood, trying to reconcile her adulthood with her youth? It’s the last step before she goes to assert her new found sexuality over David Bowie in the tripped out castle. What, you didn’t know that movie had a subtext? Well the works of Kirsten Deirup are like that dump. If the collective subconscious bled out into a parallel future where the world was a desolate landscape haunted by the ghosts of its past, you would get Kirsten’s paintings. It’s like looking into the smashed mirror that is your childhood fears. Ok, that was a little pretentious, but there’s pretension in all words about art. Let’s take it back to the real. Remember in Requiem for a Dream when you get to see Jennifer Connelly naked with some sweet full frontal when she’s all crazy strung out? Yeah, that was pretty great.

Kirsten Deirup

Don’t you sass me.

Google Wave Cinema: Pulp Fiction

Tom Fun Orchestra - Bottom of the River

Return as an Animal

The Lighthouse Keeper

A is for Atom

We Were Once a Fairy Tale

Put that in your weekend and smoke it. KenyonB makes double entendre funny again.

KenyonB

Thanks once again to Drawn! for helping me find more comics to read instead of doing the job I get paid for. I think the amount of not working compared to the amount of working that I do has finally passed the point of getting fired. I needed the time off anyway, lots of comics to catch up on. And thanks to Nedroid for being the comic that combines everything I love about Calvin and Hobbes with everything that makes my brain taste like colors about Exploding Dog.

Nedroid

Some of that good, medical grade vector illustration to take you to new places. This shit will get you high on flavor alone.  Click, click, pass.

Robert Samuel Hanson

I spent the better part of high school getting high in an empty greenhouse and then subsequently hunched over my desk drawing lots of stick figure comics during classes. Ninja battles, theories about the future, illustrations for stories I was reading, you name it and I probably illustrated it somewhere between 2nd and 5th period. My friend and I would even have duels trying to one-up each other in a giant, ongoing collaborative battle. Lone swordsman gets defeated by ninjas, ninjas by cast of Braveheart, cast of Braveheart by God, God by Nietzsche, and on and on. Looking over the work of Dresden Codak, I should’ve stuck with it. There is clearly a place for the weird, funny, incredible images the mind comes up with when left to its own devices, and Dresden Codak is the king of that place. He just really gets me.

Dresden Codak

Part two in a 34 part series.

Musicvision: Phoenix

Typophile Film Festival Opening Titles

The Music Tapes - For the Planet Pluto

Graphic Designer vs Client

Jason Adams Bonus Round

Videogioco

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Bave Circus

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus.

Kids Shreds on Accordion

Street Advertising Takeover

Palatine

The Ad-O-Matic

Doze Green

Milton Glaser Draws and Lectures

Rainy Day

Recently I was watching a lot of the old cartoons that I grew up on. I can’t stress enough how much I love cartoons, I always have and I always will. My future children will get tired of watching them way before I do, and so I will probably miss out on many of their milestone moments. Sorry, kids, but if daddy has to choose between watching your first awkward steps or Tex Avery’s House of the Future, it’s gonna be Tex, no contest. Maybe try walking in front of the TV so I can see both. Oddly though, I never really got into any of the Betty Boops or other shorts right around the birth of cartoons, but that kind of character is now my favorite to see. Maybe it’s because of the juxtaposition in how far animation has come since those crescent moon-eyed, black-and-white, rubber-armed weirdos popped up on a screen. NY artist Joe Scarano keeps that style alive in a way that makes me want to sit down with a bowl of sugary cereal and a beer some Saturday morning. These are the characters that used to smoke cigars and hound ladies in strange monochrome worlds where anything was possible. Keep those clown-mouthed oddities coming, Joe, so people like me can put off growing up a little longer.

Joe Scarano

Keeping shit unbelievable since 1904.

Mike Giant

Buisan Book

Yellow Cake

Between The Folds

Kiel Johnson Time Lapse

Elephant Gives Birth (Warning: Really Intense!)