Secret Still

Probably one of the only artistic mediums that I don’t really cover here is textile. Not only am I not even close to an authority on creating or wearing textiles, but there are about a million other sites that cover that topic better than I ever could. I wear the same pair of pants for days at a time, assuming they don’t get too dirty. I am not the person to talk about fashion. I can barely sew a button back on. I have no understanding of textiles. BUT. Sometimes there are things so amazing in their magnitude that, regardless of my lack of experience, I still have to mention them here. It’s my duty as a netizen (remember that term from back when everyone used Prodigy and Compuserve?) to inform you of things that are completely incredible. Like a cape and scarf made entirely of spider silk.

Yeah. Just give that a second to sink in.

This project took over a million spiders and 4 years to complete.

Take a second. Ok.

And the color of the textile is actually just the color of the silk.

Now. Feel free to jump up and exclaim and just kinda hold your head in your hands because you can’t believe how fucking ridiculously beautiful that is. Oh mankind, you poetic monster, you give my brain every reason to keep holding on.

Spider Cape

Sick of it.

Process

Years

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Archetype

There’s probably nothing that gives me a bigger art-boner than excellent draftsmanship. Well, I’m gonna need to find some metaphorical books to put in front of it, because the work of Melissa Cooke goes beyond excellent into some realm that I don’t even have a word for. Perfecterrificent. Nailed it. Prepare for mental explosions and awkward pants times.

Melissa Cooke

You’ll have to forgive my use of hyperbole (or don’t, it really doesn’t matter to me), but I’m calling it….art is over. I’m afraid that you can all pack up your brushes, pencils, chisels, welders, or whatever you use, and just call it a day. Ryusuke Fukahori has beaten you all. He has created something beautiful, complex yet simple, and so mind-blowing that I had to lay down after seeing it. “What is this marvel?,” you might ask. Goldfish. Just some goldfish. Suck on that MC Escher. The thing that makes Fukahori’s work so incredible is the process. He pours clear resin into wooden boxes (usually wooden boxes anyway) in layers, and paints goldfish on each layer to create a more 3-Dimensional image, similar to the way a 3-D printer works. The results speak for themselves. So just in case you were getting a canvas gessoed for a new painting, or ordering some fine Italian marble for a sculpture of Lady Gaga riding Richard Nixon like a donkey, you can go ahead and quit now, because art…art is over. Feel free to watch a video of Fukahori being way more awesome than you after the jump.

Ryusuke Fukahori

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As a tattooed person, I’ve never really been too into the American Traditional style of tattooing, what most people would think of as the Sailor Jerry style. I don’t hate it, but I don’t particularly love it either, although I do respect what it represents and means to tattooing as an artform and an industry. However, all that is about to change, as today I will get my first and last traditional tattoo. It’s just an impulse that I have; an impulse with a week’s worth of planning because that’s how I do impulsive. But I think that french artist Odö is partly responsible. Nico Odora’s paintings are complexly built of traditional tattoo imagery coupled with all that pop goodness the French love so much. The other half of my tattoo’s impetus is that I have a friend who specializes in traditional tattoos, so let’s not go giving the French all the credit. That’s just what they want us to do. So while you’re giving Odö’s work an eye-bathing, you can think of me sitting in a shop somewhere getting a needle driven into my hand thousands of times per minute. Lucky me.

Odö

What do you call someone that combines naturalist paintings with surrealism? Surraturalist? Nasturrealist? Clearly I’m not going to inventicate a new word to describe this style of painting, so I’ll just lead with an artist’s name: Amy Guidry. I could’ve said Josh Keyes, too, but he’s more of a dystopian than a surrealist. Guidry’s got all your surrealist bases covered — life, death, sex, love — but her subject matter is photorealistically depicted animals and landscapes. It’s got that really delicious weirdness of surrealism, and the belly-filling beauty of Audobon-like naturalist works. Jesus, why are most of my metaphors food based? It’s because inside this skinny body is a fat dude trying to eat his way out. It just so happens that both of them are art lovers, and they are definitely smitten with Amy Guidry’s work. That just means that few things will have to change in the world of my aesthetic preference once the fat dude bursts out of my stomach all Aliens-style and asks for some chicken wings. Wait, how did I get to this point?

Amy Guidry

Back in the saddle again.

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