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Screw back your fulgurite brain stem and search the skies for blindness.
For now the clouds perform crocodile death rolls,
and the womenfolk are soaked.
Even God likes to watch the paint dry.
A new one from yours truly. Heed the skies my friend or look to the Northern fires.
Delightful piece of work from one Mr. Max Evry.
“It has been characterized variously as a creative illness, a descent into the underworld, a bout with insanity, a narcissistic self-deification, a transcendence, a midlife breakdown and an inner disturbance mirroring the upheaval of World War I.”
The book itself is being published by W. W. Norton early next month and the original copy will on display at the Rubin Museum of Art from October 7, 2009 – January 25, 2010.
Oh happy day! Check out this great mix by Jeff of Poe’s poem “The Happiest Day” combined with other audio and visual delights .
The track will be featured on a forthcoming Poe tribute album produced by Aaron Howard of Oilcan Press.
Three fantastic firework disasters.
Tip: It’s the most fun when you play all three at once.
“DARE TO WEAR THE FOOLISH CLOWN FACE.”~Frank Sinatra
Clowns. The great divider. A precipice between laughter and horror. What is it about these floppy- shoed enigmas that garners an almost visceral emotional reaction that ungulates between physical enjoyment and classified phobia. Is it located in the back attic of our childhood memories and somehow equated with the first laughter as absurdity, as a uncontrollable physical manifestation of the “giggle fit” dressed in stripes and a giant red nose? Or is it all just Pennywise’s fault?
You be the judge.
A brief treatise by George Constanza on the dying art of the Clown and the fire that ensues.
Your best friend dies in a car bomb that was meant for you and the guilt is ripping you apart inside. What do you do?If your German, fake your own death and devote yourself to fighting crime dressed in a clown mask.
Tellers at der bank are gonna be confused.
The IT that started it all.
Disturbing clown commercial for the Canadian Icee.
One can only hope he wears the clown suit while he’s refinishing your cabinets.
Damien Hirst is an artist used to catching flack. Possibly the richest living artist, many of his works are high cost shock tactics including a human skull adorned with 8,601 diamonds collectively valued at approximately £15,000,000.
The Stuckist Art Group had this to say about the wealthy artist, “The fact that Hirst’s work does mirror society is not its strength but its weakness – and the reason it is guaranteed to decline artistically (and financially) as current social modes become outmoded. What Hirst has insightfully observed of his spin-paintings in Life and Death and Damien Hirst is the only comment that needs to be made of his entire oeuvre: “They’re bright and they’re zany – but there’s fuck all there at the end of the day.”
This does not stop his works from fetching incredible price tags, regardless of their actual originality. Hirst has made himself into a designer brand that can be slapped on just about anything from a fish in a jar, to a page of color dots. This is how he has come to be worth an estimated 388 million dollars, yet with all that money and means, why is he so furious about an unknown collage artist named Cartrain?
It’s probably pride. Cartrain has been getting a lot of attention from his collage portraits of Mr. Hirst combining images of his hyped work to catch his smug likeness. Notice the diamond skull to the right, originating from Hirst’s over-glorified piece titled “For the Love of God” (my sentiment exactly.) The piece perfectly captures an artist in his midlife crisis surviving on a bug diet to maintain his figure.
Unflinched by the obvious class divide, Hirst launched a full throttled attack with lawyers and actually claimed all but one of these works to have them destroyed. He’s gone even further demanding the 16 year old artist to pay 200 pounds in copyright fees for use of the images in the works that he just seized. Luckily this one to the right has been saved by a collector and shared with all of us.
Find out more about the pretentious lawyer loaded art wanker.
C’est en faisant n’importe quoi qu’on devient n’importe qui” in translation: “It’s by doing whatever that one becomes whoever.” – Remi Gaillard