Secret Still

I could have sworn that I had posted about André Azevedo before, but after scouring my past posts I got nothin’. You would think I would be able to remember posting about a guy who prints onto fabric with dirty lines and rastered images, and then embroiders each piece. The naked women alone should’ve been enough for me to remember. Maybe I’m getting old, and the whole world is starting to seem like something I’ve seen before. Maybe not. Azevedo’s work is definitely not something I’ve seen before, and I see a lot of things. You couldn’t see it, but when I thought about all the things I’ve seen I shuddered like an old war veteran. Thanks for the PTSD, internet.

André Azevedo

UK designer Paul Tebbott wins for the best abstractions I’ve seen in a while, subtle but fantastic. And of course you can never go wrong with the slightly washed out hues of the 1970’s. I could throw a lot more words at you — minimal, quiet, soothing, intriguing, and probably even cathartic, because I feel like anything can be a catharsis with the right perspective — but I respect you all too much to pander like that. Yeah, let’s go with that.

Paul Tebbott

I think the first Swampy skull I saw was a great big, shiny, pink bastard at Albany Bulb in all its heavy metal monster glory. And like a lot of things in the world — when it’s in your mind, you start seeing it everywhere (especially because he chills in Oakland a lot). I didn’t know who was making them (Ert told me at some point), but I knew that I kept imagining these long dead titanic beasts roaming the land, crushing everything in their path without thinking, sludge metal playing in the background. Just real fucking awesomeness. Fast forward to a few days ago when I posted about the Living Walls conference (mentioned here). Swampy himself will be in attendance, and I was reminded that, “hey, I like that guy’s work.” As with all the things I like, I am now forcing you to look at it. LOOK AT IT. There, now go do whatever you want, I don’t care.

Swamp Donkey

This counts as exercise.

Jim Houser: The Homebody

How to make a Daft Punk helmet

Yoskay Yamato: Intimate Strangers

Coke Burn: Ride

RRR!

Felix’s Machines

Oddly I had to learn about someone that lives in my city from a website across the country. In looking over the participating artists in Atlanta’s Living Walls conference, I came across the work of Oakland’s Feral Child. Ink drawing wheatpastes featuring portraits with intricate and varying patterns? I’ll take two, please. What really strikes me as weird is that I’ve never seen one of these pieces around. I thought I paid pretty close attention to the art around me when I’m out walking around. Maybe I just need to get out of the house more.

Feral Child

Lighten up, it’s only life.

Mayer Hawthorne - Your Easy Lovin’ Ain’t Pleasin’ Nothin’

Feelin’ Minnesota: Winter

Grieves and Budo - Cloud Man

Pivot

For the first time maybe ever in my life, I find myself wanting to be in Atlanta. Not to stay, hell no, but for just long enough to attend the Living Walls events that are going down August 13-15. The whole idea of the Living Walls conference is kind of a free form, fly by the seat of your pants event that brings Street Artists from all over the world together to do what it is they do best: make some art on the streets. There are lectures and whatnot, but the real draw is the legal walls to mess around with, and, of course, the not legal walls that will also get used. You can’t put that many street artists together in one place and not expect something amazing to happen. If I could afford it, I’d hop a plane to Atlanta, and join in the fun. Instead the ATL and I will remain, as always, quiet enemies.

Living Walls

In the long standing tradition of me caving to peer pressure whenever I feel like it, Sam Wolfe Connelly asked me to post his work, and here I am posting it. He’s young, he’s talented, and he’s lived in Savannah, GA. Anyone who can survive that cocaine and booze fueled Ghettotron deserves my undying respect. Like me, I survived it, and I respect the hell out of me. And I didn’t come out of it with half as much skill as Sam. I can beat a drag queen in a drinking/snorting contest though…that’s got to count for something.

Sam Wolfe Connelly

If I hadn’t just gotten back from vacation, the photography of Jake Stangel would be giving my wanderlust a serious travel boner. He just gets to go around photographing, in beautiful saturation and clarity, the golden backroads and side pockets of the great land we sometimes call America. How can you capture my attention with your photography? Just do what Jake does and take photos to try and remember those moments in your life when things were so beautiful that you thought you might just float off into the sky and die happy. Recipe for success.

Jake Stangel

Aloe Blacc - I Need a Dollar

Skin Deep: Horiyoshi III

Sia - Academia

35mm

Kimbra - Settle Down