Art thread

[Hannahrain]

hehehe...drunken paint flinging....it rocks!

Probably more like "drunken google image searching for jackson pollock".

[full on idle]

Man, this thread is just, like, not about ART anymore.

[Hannahrain]

I liked this better thread before it went mainstream. The earlier stuff is gold, but the more recent is too commercial.

[full on idle]

Why do all the good ones sell out?

[Hannahrain]

You need the drugs to make the art. You need the money to get the drugs.

You sell art to get money to buy drugs to make art. And et cetera.

[full on idle]

wah -wahhhhhh

[ewiggy]

Bringin' it back. These 4 pieces are from the series I just completed with my friend and fellow printmaker Shara DeWitt. They're for the exhibition on Saturday, but you guys get to see them now. All are currently untitled. We're working on that. each piece is 12 x 24 on a wood panel. Ink transfer and ink. They also have really nice, hand-sanded rounded corners, but that doesn't translate very well in the pics so I trimmed them.

[SubBass49]

Nice stuff! If you ever wanna work a trade for art hit me up...actually that offer goes for just about anyone on here. We used to do that over on www.stencilrevolution.com (trade pieces of art). Like we'd each take a vinyl record that we got at a thrift store and we'd paint it and mail them to each other. I ended up with some nice work in my collection that way. anyone that's down, lemme know.

[Courtney]

Ewiggy, I like those. The transformation of the geometric lines of technology into the organic forms of a tendril of plant matter is a nice contrast. (Or is it perhaps more sinister than a plant? A bloody artery blown-up to monstrous proportions?) And the use of wood is interesting as it underlines this organic/technological divide.

They almost are going to a place similar to Kiki Smith, but replacing the delicacy of her work with a graphic intensity.

[Yablonowitz]

I call this one "Keebler Dreams."

[mountmccabe]

The phone one is the best. Hey, is that your phone avatar.

I kinda like the tape one but it also looks like the tape is broken and brings back bad memories.

Also Photoshop tennis rules pretty hard.

[ewiggy]

Ewiggy, I like those. The transformation of the geometric lines of technology into the organic forms of a tendril of plant matter is a nice contrast. (Or is it perhaps more sinister than a plant? A bloody artery blown-up to monstrous proportions?) And the use of wood is interesting as it underlines this organic/technological divide.

They almost are going to a place similar to Kiki Smith, but replacing the delicacy of her work with a graphic intensity.

thanks Courtney. they're plant roots.

The phone one is the best. Hey, is that your phone avatar.

I kinda like the tape one but it also looks like the tape is broken and brings back bad memories.

Also Photoshop tennis rules pretty hard.

thanks john. the phone is the same as in my avatar. i like it. it's a nice phone. also, all of my friends are laughing at me about the "photoshop tennis" thing. i've gotten at least 2 emails from people that just said "hahahahaha". but whatever. it does rule. and that was the original idea behind these pieces, it just kind of evolved past that a little bit.

[Hannahrain]

[SubBass49]

hehehe...wothy bump Hannah...

[blakely]

a pic my girlfriend took of me for a sequence she was doing in her portfolio...

[SubBass49]

Haha...classic

[blakely]

yup, it was an experience. i was completely naked in front of the window and it was around 8pm on a weekend in downtown Long Beach. needless to say many random people saw my cash and prizes...

[SubBass49]

Hahaha...from what I've seen in Downtown Long Beach, I'm guessing more of the guys appreciated it than the ladies...lol. I have a friend that lives down there and it's pretty flamey there...lol...nothin wrong with that, but i gotta say the first time I went there I was a bit surprised....my only experience with Long beach prior to that came from Snoop Dogg songs!

[blakely]

yeah, seriously... my sister moved there a few years ago and asked me to come up. i was a bit apprehensive, but once i got up there i saw that it was nothing as i had pictured it. plus, there was only one murder that night, which i was assured was a pretty dull Saturday...

[SubBass49]

LoL...yeah...my friends that live up there came about 10 seconds from witnessing the shooting of two police officers...they drove up IMMEDIATELY after it happened...like the one cop that was still moving hadn't even radioed for help yet...CRAZy stuff...yet at the same time the streets are so clean there...not like MY hood...lol

[phoenixsky]

My art is poetry.

Don't imagine ya'll want that round these here parts, eh?

(I don't actually talk like that but for some reason an assumed accent felt necessary.)

[Hannahrain]

Poetry and other writing is welcome, but it either has to be good or hilariously bad.

[phoenixsky]

Hmm. Well here's a piece from my first chapbook...

A Party You're Not Invited To

If it's true what they say
about everyone having skeletons in their closet,
I'd like to believe mine
are dancing.

Swaying to the melodies of
Billie Holiday or Nina Simone or
maybe they're body rockin'
to funk and soul and
not a soul knows
except me.

I'll bet between
stone-washed jeans and a
vintage tee they're
waltzing to symphonies
and harmonies like
honeybees around a hive.

Perhaps their soft taps
are backed by a hip hop beat
from Common or Jay-Z
or Only God Can Judge Me.

Maybe it's classic rock like
Skynyrd,
The Doors or Stones
or Bad to the Bone
though it would be
so horribly literal.

They move
with hollow skulls and no regret,
rotting teeth and cigarettes.

They glide among my
hangers and shoes
insecurities and pride though
they have no eyes
so they really can't cry.

The ribcage is a stage and
their once-alive hearts
are steppin' to the beat
of all that moves and lives
and they live for torment and pleasure.

Envy doesn't get much better
than an array of joints
sharing a head nod and a
joint in remembrance of a
Marley song cuz we've all
done wrong but
every little thing's
gonna be alright.

Sometimes I think I
hear them whispering
in murmurs that sound like
almost-laughs and
I wish I was in on their joke.

Misery must really love company
because there are hundreds of them
drinking and clinking their cups to sin.

And even though we hold
so much disdain for one another
I don't know of any other
marrow that turns sorrow into celebration.

And one night when the world is
a chaos of bad dreams and
untucked sheets
I'd like to believe
amid a closet door creak
and bedtime feet
they'll let me in

...to dance.

[J~$$$]

http://www.nikon.co.jp/main/eng/feel...le/index_f.htm

[mob roulette]

Hmm. Well here's a piece from my first chapbook...

A Party You're Not Invited To

If it's true what they say
about everyone having skeletons in their closet,
I'd like to believe mine
are dancing.

Swaying to the melodies of
Billie Holiday or Nina Simone or
maybe they're body rockin'
to funk and soul and
not a soul knows
except me.

I'll bet between
stone-washed jeans and a
vintage tee they're
waltzing to symphonies
and harmonies like
honeybees around a hive.

Perhaps their soft taps
are backed by a hip hop beat
from Common or Jay-Z
or Only God Can Judge Me.

Maybe it's classic rock like
Skynyrd,
The Doors or Stones
or Bad to the Bone
though it would be
so horribly literal.

They move
with hollow skulls and no regret,
rotting teeth and cigarettes.

They glide among my
hangers and shoes
insecurities and pride though
they have no eyes
so they really can't cry.

The ribcage is a stage and
their once-alive hearts
are steppin' to the beat
of all that moves and lives
and they live for torment and pleasure.

Envy doesn't get much better
than an array of joints
sharing a head nod and a
joint in remembrance of a
Marley song cuz we've all
done wrong but
every little thing's
gonna be alright.

Sometimes I think I
hear them whispering
in murmurs that sound like
almost-laughs and
I wish I was in on their joke.

Misery must really love company
because there are hundreds of them
drinking and clinking their cups to sin.

And even though we hold
so much disdain for one another
I don't know of any other
marrow that turns sorrow into celebration.

And one night when the world is
a chaos of bad dreams and
untucked sheets
I'd like to believe
amid a closet door creak
and bedtime feet
they'll let me in

...to dance.

cocaine's a helluva drug.

[phoenixsky]

Hahahahaha...

[ewiggy]

that's awesome justin.

[joppy-slow]

inspired by FC

[kroqken]

If you want to see good art, go to the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles.

[SubBass49]

My latest stencil work...



Tribute to J Dilla (RIP) on a vinyl record. 3 stencils used to make it. Copper spraypaint (design - stencil 1) on green background. Tan to brown fade (background of Dilla & scroll - stencil 2). Matte black (detail Dilla & scroll - stencil 3). I made two of these...this one is on my wall in my living room, and I MIGHT sell the other one on E-bay or something.

I'll also be bringing some T-shirts of my design to Coachella with me. Might trade them for beer, hook them up to true Dilla fans, or give them to celebs I meet.