Fuyuko Matsui
It’s not exactly light stuff, but I’ll leave you with the visual representation of pain through the brush of Fuyuko Matsui. I’ll see you on Tuesday, same secret time, same secret place. Until then, I’m in the wind.
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Casey Roberts
Most days make it pretty obvious to me that, by deciding to work at an inside job, I’ve really made the wrong choice. It’s hard to telecommute from the middle of the forest though. Who has a job for me that involves being in the woods most of the day? I don’t mind if it’s just a job guarding your weed farm. As long as you can provide health benefits and some profit sharing bonuses, I’m in. In the meantime I’ll just have to be satisfied with staring at Carey Roberts’ dreamlike landscapes. Not a bad trade-off really.
Esao Andrews
If you’ve never seen Esao Andrews’ work before now, then consider your life half wasted. He’s got a new show opening at Jonathan Levine Gallery next weekend that is going to rip your fucking brain out. I am not being hyperbolic in the slightest. Maybe a little parabolic. Possibly toroidial. MATH!
Mary Jane Ansell
From a combination of good fortune and laziness, most of my content today comes from other art/design sites. I’m not ashamed to let others do my work for me. What I am ashamed of is how much I like the song stylings of Neil Diamond. But I like the oil paintings of Mary Jane Ansell only marginally less that Mr. Diamond’s profound works, so she must be pretty spectacular. Contrast should be the key word with her; contrast between the smooth background and sharper foreground subjects, contrast between the light and dark elements of her composition, and often the contrast of the subjects themselves with their simple clothing, but bright eyes/hair and non-sequitur symbolic objects. *insert clever remark about contrast* See, I told you I was lazy.
Mary Jane Ansell found via booooooom
Faro
Maybe it’s just something about Wednesday, but usually by the middle of the week there’s a nice angry core inside of me whose embers are fueling my drive to work. Wednesdays I listen to metal. Wednesdays I watch shark attack videos. It’s not a great day to schedule a meeting with me. It’s definitely not the day to use words like “workflow” and “action item” around me. But for Faro it’s the perfect day to send me some samples of gritty, semi-angry, metal-powered work. That shit is just exactly what the doctor ordered. So while Bruce Dickson (I start off old-school in the mornings) is bringing my rage up to a nice healthy glow, Faro’s work is providing the perfect backdrop with neo-Egyptian monsters wreaking havoc on my screen. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that feels the anger on Wednesdays, so join me won’t you, for a journey with my favorite of the 7 deadly sins — wrath.
André Azevedo
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.
Swamp Donkey
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.
Maurizio Bongiovanni
It’s been a long day, so I’m not gonna say anything about Maurizio Bongiovanni’s work. Just let your eyes dig on it. More than enough for you.