Comedian Reggie Watts.
Directed by Duncan Skiles & Ben Dickinson.
(via SVARTI)
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What the world could do less of are 250-word wrappers bent around the stately neon of an alternate TRON shot by Mamuro Oshii's flickering ghost and 12:51. So.
From Killian Eng's Behance, a new collection of glowing edges.
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Remember 1923? Director Max Hattler skips two years ahead for another short I find incredibly unnerving.
"1925 (aka Hell) is one of two animation loops... inspired by the work of French outsider artist Augustin Lesage. 1925 is based on Lesage's painting 'A symbolic Composition of the Spiritual World' from 1925.
The films were created during 5 days in February 2010 with animators and CG artists at The Animation Workshop in Viborg, Denmark"
Outstanding work. You can find his (sprawling) inspiration here.
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Outside, Looking In, 2009
Montreal's Tanya Johnston maps the connective tissue between worlds both natural and formal. Think granular universes in the face of epigenetics; nastic movement and superstring theory; Bert v. Ernie. The multidisciplinary designer explores this tête-à-tête of geometry and geography through jaw-dropping digital paintings, drawings, and collage work. The precision is palatable.
From her artist's statement:
"Drawing from symbolism, semiotics, psychology, science and culture, my process of creation attempts to synthesize linear and non-linear thinking. Through my work I explore the realms of reality as illusion, and illusion as reality. I seek to bridge the gap between two hemispheres – both literally and metaphorically – on the mental, emotional and spiritual planes.
My technique is also exploratory, shifting from drawing and painting to mixed-media and digital imaging, often in combination. I access principles of aesthetics and design through the use of mathematics and sacred geometry in order to bring harmony, unity and balance in my work, and in my own experience of life."
I imagine the image-aggregator for 20 Jazz Funk Greats is beyond psyched.
The Secret Sun II, 2009
Bombing of the Sacred Feminine, 2009
Self Transcendence, 2009
The Prize At The End Of A Short Hike Through The River, 2009
By Abby Vines. Via the oh-so-rad Deathfatties tumblr.
Memory Tapes Plain Material
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Juego Terminado, 2009
From pixel-illustrator Jude Buffum, the Metroid motherbrain behind 2008's lovely 8-Bit Lebowski.
PREVIOUSLY
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Ciberium emesis, 2009
Exactly four minutes and six seconds into Deerhunter's "Nothing Ever Happened", boiling point is achieved, hurtling a glassy cyclone of kraut, barbed wire, and Marfan syndrome past a quickly foaming horizon.
That singular moment of hyper-reality, where tectonic plates melt and colours sing in every language never made is tricky enough to score; fucking batshit to paint.
Then I discovered James Roper.
Roper's artwork is a screaming fist of temperatures and movement. A black hole skinned alive and pinned down with exclamation points. Fabric, organs, light, all fold and pleat and ejaculate from (and towards, occasionally through) a seething mass of heightened excitement.
His paintings address a fascination with the ceiling of perception and the forms that best suggest it—and then tearing a lighter against its oil-slick surface(s).
Autosarcography, 2009
Roper's earliest forays into what he calls a cognitive "peak-shift" began with the spiraling contrails of energy/magic/whatever found in most all anime and manga. From his Collapse Inversion series, it isn't hard to picture a power-mad Tetsuo, blasting new physics from an ever-expanding bubble of destruction.
Collapse Inversion 3, 2007
Collapse Inversion 1, 2007
The Mantles Don't Lie
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Out With The Old, 2009
Small Black Despicable Dogs (Washed Out Remix)
My interest in Oakland's Swampdonkey was heavily biased: His work made their introductions on the cover of the most excellent Small Black/Washed Out 7" (Lovepump United)—a 45 on constant blast here at SDHQ.
"I let small black and washed out use an image of mine for a split 7'' they just put out. It's a rarity for me to allow a band to use my work but it's also a rarity that a band asks to use a photo of mine rather than trying to commission me to do an original drawing."
But as I googled past the sleeve art, a rad new artist came to view, one with an affinity for warm monsters of burly design. His flickr drips with mixed-media gems, from the wooly sons of 90s skate imagery to gorgeously composed collages.
Hours will be lost.
Where I Belong, 2010
Teamwurrk, 2009
Down For Whatever, 2010