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February 20, 2004

Friday Art Dump



British illustrator and designer, Richard Camp's website Galumpia is a veritable cornucopia of artistic and satiric riches that features this excellent gallery of collaged illustrations, some Quicktime fun, a slide show of English schoolyard rhymes matched up with paintings by the old masters, and a truly masterful parody of adult websites that uses photographic misdirection to con the viewer into believing that they're looking at actual pr0n. This excellent find comes to you courtesy of that always gnarly Presurfer dude.


This next link features the work of artist, Kurt Wenner. His incredible Trompe L'Oeil style makes these 2-dimensional sidewalk chalk drawings literally pop out of the pavement into your face. Thanks go out to new daddy nj for this one. Congratulations, nj and morissa!

I'm off for the Great White North now for a weekend of pampering with my sweetie. No updates for a while.

February 19, 2004

Is She Dating Matthew Barney Yet?

Orlan is a French performance artist whose canvas is her face; she undergoes plastic surgery to transform herself into various historical beauties and exhibits the grisly leftovers from each operation as part of her installations. Her main website is in French. Here's a site in English which explains her various oeuvres and also contains some disturbing photographs of her under the knife.

February 17, 2004

Wild Wheels

"The desire to express individuality by customizing and otherwise personalizing automobiles has been a part of car culture throughout its history."

Wild Wheels: Art for the Road from the Petersen Automotive Musuem in Los Angeles. If Kustom Kars are your thing, I'd highly recommend taking a look through their back catalogue of exhibits.

February 6, 2004

Popped My Cork

While I enjoyed seeing COPIA's nifty little corkscrew exhibit last weekend, the Virtual Corkscrew Museum makes their collection pale into insignificance.

February 2, 2004

The View Inside the Snowglobe

I arrived back home smack dab in the middle of a Winter storm; there's a foot of new snow on the ground. Somebody quick, remind me again why I live here.

Oh well, things could be worse. At least I don't have a artistic fetish that compels me to churn out vaguely occultish paintings of Wednesday Addams and Jesus.