James Maybe

Jan Willem Wennekes feeds our souls.

want to see a illustration of a fashionable dog smoking while looking wistful. Greg Clarke delivers.

Certainly I have none about this work by Eric White. There’s much more here than meets the eye.

Sooner or later you get to Robert Williams. This one is typical.

Mike Giant draws black and white art of women with tattoos, and more.

There are talents, there are geniuses, there are masters. Then there’s Ernst Haeckel.

If you look at a single painting by Chet Zar it’s startling and compelling. Look at dozens of them and the effect is creepy and belabored.

Peter Zokosky exposes the inner life of primates.

Once again I’m a sucker for all things in the scary/cute intersection. AJ Fosik has a whole collection of these sculptures.

The problem with most collages is that they are used as a crutch by artists who have lots of “ideas” but no talent. The same goes for artists who put words all over their artwork. Tony Fitzpatrick is the rare exception.

One of these days I’ll put together a post with a list of every “Last Supper” takeoff done by every artist of note. Meanwhile here’s a middling version called “Last Breakfast” by Ron English, who has made a career out of bloated images of Ronald McDonald.

Nobody does whimsy quite like Aaron and Ayumi Piland, the APAK people.