Archive for July, 2009
Shown above is Landscape XXX by Hans Ruedi Giger, aka H. R. Giger. This son of a Swiss Chemist (no, not that one, though Giger’s works certainly seem to be influenced by Hoffman’s famous concoction). Giger is extraordinarily talented, his works exactingly rendered. He creates disturbed, fantastical visions of biomechanical lizards and aliens. His works and influence are inescapable. Yet up until nowÂ I haven’t posted a single one of his works….
Artwork of unknown name from the portfolioÂ Elphenden by artist Serge Tretiakov.
By and large political street art, or street art with a message, is crap. The very best players create beautiful propaganda, while most of the others are cheap-shot artists, whiney ideologues or humorless vandals who produce works completely devoid of subtlety or introspection. Banksy, whoâ€™s work Stop and Search is pictured above, works at a level so far above the others thereâ€™s really no comparison.
Illustrator MÃ¡rio Fonseca starts with a photograph, then builds up an illustration layer by layer, starting with traditional art tools, then moving to the computer. The results are extrodinary compositions of line and color, techno-realistic versions of Mike Giant’s illustrated women. Â See the extended for another example of MÃ¡rio’s work.
If I remember the story correctly from high school history class, the Spartans punished their wrongdoers twice: once for doing something wrong, and once for getting caught.Â Last week French street artistÂ Zevs was arrested for pouring paint on a Chanel logo he had just slapped up outside a Giorgio ArmaniÂ store in Hong Kong. A friend videotaped the mischief. He was arrested immediately thereafter and pled guilty to one count of criminal damage. If there’s any justice in this world, he will be punished thrice: once for his criminal act, once for getting caught, and once for wasting everyone’s time with art that is, at best, pretty nonsense, as in the painting above, and at worst is repetitive, boring, and with only the slightest hint at meaning — bad graffiti carried out by a malicious, OCD-suffering retard all juiced-up after reading though his stack ofÂ Adbusters.