Someone spent a lot of time on this sculpture, but what I like best about it is that it’s made out of wood, hopefully culled from a rain forest somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, and fastened to a board with a toxic adhesive derived from the bile of boogeymen and tested on lab-rabbits’ eyes as required by the EPA.
It also takes electrical energy to view it. Real electrical energy with tungsten filaments heating up the atmosphere to prevent imminent Global Cooling. Cutsey little weenie curly fluorescent lamps just don’t cut it here.
I suppose you could mount it on a wall perpendicular to the rays of the sun, but then you could only see the image for about 30 seconds two times a year. If the day is overcast after you and your friends rearranged work schedules just to view it, you’re screwed, and that would suck donkeys big time.
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Hungarian artist Géza Szöllősi is someone I’d like to meet, if only to ask, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Here’s a guy sitting around surfing the internet on taxidermy and a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Hey guys! Check it out! I’m gonna put a basketball bladder into a cow’s head!” and all his buddies snort Dreher’s beer out of their noses and spill their tallboys onto their laps to give him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Cheeky sculpture by Seymore Butz? Looking through the rearview in a two-seater? Booty in the eye of the beholder? See bottoms? When the moon hits your eye? Buttinskis? Crackhead? Eigel Asses?
Don’t be bummed; you won’t be left behind. We’ve got your backside covered.
[Found here.]
Someone put a lot of thought and effort into this creation, and it probably has some hidden emotional or socio-political message, but hell if I can suss it.
Maybe it serves to house bats, and at dusk each night a swarm spirals out of its “mouth” for an insect feeding frenzy. Or it’s a trash receptacle/composter. Could be a poorly camouflaged audio speaker system that sends odd and mildly disturbing tones throughout the neighborhood. I like the patina on the copper clad tricycle, though.
I don’t know about you, but I’m saving up to get a matching pair.
[Image found here.]
Sculptural graffiti is cool. Painted vandalism is not. [Found here.]
Noche de Rabanos (Night of the Radishes) takes place every year, on the 23rd of December, in Oaxaca,Spain and is one of the most impressive vegetable festivals around the world.
The radish was brought to the Americas in the 16th century, and back then the vendors used to carve them and use them on their market stalls to attract customers. Although the origins of the festival cannot be traced to an exact period, it is considered that it all began in the year 1897, when the mayor of Oaxaca organized the first radish-art exposition. Everever since that first celebration, every year, this humble vegetable is meticulously carved into animals, warriors, kings, dancers and pretty much any shape you can imagine. The artists sometimes make use of other vegetables, like onion or lettuce to complete their work. There’s also a prize for the most beautiful piece displayed.
The carver’s work begins about three days in advance and on the 23rd of December, the day of the festival, the results of all their hard work is presented to the public. On that same day, especially in the morning, children have the chance to learn this incredible art of radish-carving, or at least some of its secrets.
The celebrations don’t end that day. They continue on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with other joyful “fiestas”, parades of floats, fireworks music and dancing.
[More images here.]
Almost missed it, but Happy Birthday, Axe Cop!
For those of you who have never run across the artwork of Jim Woodring, you’re missing out on some of the most surreal (and sometimes disturbing) pen and inkwork that I’ve seen. Woodring based a lot of his subject matter on hallucinations he had as a child, and decided to record them on paper.
His most recognizable character is Frank, a good guy who goes on bizarre adventures, often accompanied by Madame Pupshaw (sort of a cat) and Pushpaw (sort of a dog). None of the characters speak.
We’ve posted some of Woodring’s work previously. He did me a nice favor once, so I don’t mind suggesting that you visit his store for unusual gifts for the hard to get folk.
[Crossposted here.]
Whoa. There’s some serious WTF**kage here. Here’s a blowed-up and enhanced version:
There’s so much voodoo here I don’t know where to begin. Besides the Demon Cow ressurected by lightning and the Skull and Crossbones Medusa, there’s Michael Frank, a hoodoo man and a ninja turtle. At lower right is the scariest by far: Alfalfa as Dame Edna with a Darth Vader/Troll mask.
Nope. I’m not even gonna touch the doorbell… just back away slowly and hope the demons don’t follow.
Tacky Raccoons 