Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
I'm strongly considering going to New York Adorned for my next one. Honestly, I would be hard pressed to do a lot better. They have a great roster of super-talented artists. My boy Jay recently got a half sleeve done by Stephanie Tamez, and it looks spectacular. There's a word I don't use too often!
She also is responsible for this awesome tattoo I unwittingly have admired on a waitress at this place in the East Village. She's got this effing sick peacock on her back, and I've always thought it was simultaneously mind blowingly hot and just a beautiful illustration. So I was pretty suprised when Jay and I went by and flipped through her portfolio to find it in there. Heck I'd know that peacock anywhere!
I'm still thinking it over while I get closer and closer to specifically what I want done, but she's a great artist. Hell, Adorned is run by the GREAT Chris O'Donnell (not the actor) so you know everyone's an amazing artist. I've also heard a lot of good things about Shinji.
So there you have it, folks. Erik is thinking about doing this thing and maybe having someone do it, but he's not sure who. What an insightful post!
On December 6th Dr. Sketchy's presents rockstars Lady J and Nik Syn in a tribute to heavy metal. NEW VENUE- the Slipper Room. NEW TIME- 4-7 pm.
Dr Sketchy's Anti-Art School
Ah! Tribute to heavy metal? Maybe I'll stop being wishy washy and just go this time...
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I honestly don't know how the bunnyfish made it onto Sara's radar-- I have been an admirer of their work for awhile so maybe it was osmosis that she discovered them. But then she started emailing me funny pictures of the bunnyfish's travels around the globe a year or so ago. She's freaking obsessed. I don't mind if she knows from me posting it here that I am getting her one for Christmas. That's right Sara. So don't go buy yourself one, dammit.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I would like to school you on something.
An artist by the name of Steve Brodner.
He fucking rules.
Hey, not to be crass! Not to be vulgar! But it's just true. He rules SO much that there's no other possible adjective strong enough to describe how much he DOES rule.
He's basically the reigning king of editoral cartooning at the moment. His book, 'Freedom Fries' is something I happened upon in Borders a couple of years back and nearly yelped with glee. It was embarassing, and I quickly snatched it up and brought it home. As an artist, I definitely pick it up from time to time and thumb through it. He's an amazing artist, one you should definitely study if you are at all interested in caricaturing, cartooning, editorial work, satire, whatever.
Freedom Fries on Amazon
All images copyright- Steve Brodner, obviously
Monday, November 3, 2008
But last night, guyz, I just want to tell you about last night.
Last night was my esteemed colleague Johanna's birthday. She just turned the ripe old age of 28.
It was pretty sweet. Would you like to know why?
It was the night that somebody stole my fucking wallet out of my back pocket of my jeans. While I wore them. SERIOUSLY. HOW THE HELL?? I wasn't drinking, friends. I wasn't drunk. And I am a pretty aware guy. And the jeans were kinda tight due to an embarassing issue with my building's dryer-- I discovered this when I put them on last night but having no other jeans handy (that were clean) I just sucked it up and squeeeezed my way into them. I am bewildered, perplexed, at a LOSS as to how somebody lifted my wallet. Like, how the hell could they get it out? I could barely pull it out at the bar. I know for a fact it went back IN the pocket-- it was so tight I had to reach back with both hands to shove it on in there.
My unlimited metrocard was in there too. $81 down the drain. Thank God for Johanna demanding a birthday shot from me, because when i went to pay, suddenly I discovered the wallet was missing. The culprit maybe only had like an hour TOPS ahead of me so I made like Johnny on the Spot and called the credit card companies to cancel. By sheer dumb luck I had left my Chase debit at home. So that's good, I guess. Grezi lent me a few bucks so I could get the train back home.
What a lame night. For me. Not Johanna. Her birthday was oodles of awesome. Congrats, Johanna. You do not suck, although getting my wallet stolen on your birthday does. But that's not your fault.