Posts Tagged ‘Art’
I’ve never heard of Goon Tower, which is forgivable since I tend to inhabit Fark-land more than SomethingAwful-land, but it’s a brilliant piece of geek creativity. Members of the SA forums got together and built the goon tower, a piece of artwork that references everything and anything. The references spread the realm of computer games (Zelda and Half-life, for instance), movies (Ghostbusters and The Matrix), popular Internet memes (tubgirl and peanut-butter-jelly-time), comics (X-men and Calvin and Hobbes), really OLD games (Knight Lore), books (Dune), history (ancient Rome and Hitler), art (Salvador Dalí and MC Escher), toys (Lego and Rubik’s Cube), news (Madeline McCann), and, well, pretty much everything inbetween. See how many references you can spot. Any favorite bits in there that you particularly like?
Me? I like the Rogue reference.
[Link: Goon Tower]
I figure you’re going to need a little help with this one, so here’s your clue; a music video from geek artists Lemon Demon (one of my favorite geek artists! I’ve blogged about him before, if you can recall that far back!) called “Ode To Crayola”. Not much of a clue, I admit, but it’s still something! Yep, it’s another quiz, since I figured y’all enjoyed the last one so much. This one is to do with Crayola crayons. Can you name all the Crayola colors? Bear in that the names of the colors have gotten a little wilder over the years, so the full complement of 120 crayons is a tall order–hence the clue to give you an idea of how the color names have changed. Still, you might do better than you think. I only scored a measly 46, so I figure you can probably do better than that.
So you’ve decided that your floor sucks. According to designer Olle Hemmendorff, the best temporary replacement? Draw yourself a new one!
Hemmendorff did not care for his own kitchen floor, but he didn’t want to remove it; the floor is wood, and he knew it would be of value when he decided to sell his apartment. So Hemmendorff picked up some self-adhesive plastic shelf liner and “papered” his floor!
Funky idea! I think it’s time our house had some cosmetic changes done to it!
Kinda makes you go “What. The. Frak.” doesn’t it? Every now and again a photo gets vomited up from the Internet without any context attached, and sometimes it’s just sheer luck if you manage to figure out what the heck is going on and why. Difficult one, isn’t it? It could be something staged. But the sheer randomness of what’s going on isn’t helping you make sense of the photo. Trust me, I’ve tried. And although I’ve seen this photo a couple of times, it’s the weird kind of image that either stays with you and haunts you, or despite your best efforts to make sense of it, you can’t so you forget. What IS that thing, anyhow?? It’s not a deformed human or anything, is it??
Ok, I’ll put you out of your misery. Personally, I never understood artists in this day and age, and Charlie White is no exception. I’m a man of words, not images, which explains why I’m a writer, not a photographer. In any event, the above photo is from a set called “Understanding Joshua”:
Understanding Joshua is a series of photos of a puppet meant to represent “complete fragility manifest in a body,” placed in various situations related to human relationships.
Another article states:
Using a humanoid puppet he calls “complete fragility manifest in a
body,” White presents human frailty through a fictional character, much
as a novelist might. [...] (H)is puppet, called Joshua, helps him to explore the themes of male
self-image and self-loathing. White places Joshua in a series of
vulnerable situations — at a cocktail party or a lover’s house — and
photographs the scene.
What this actually means is anybody’s guess, but the entire photoset (some NSFW) is bizarre. Which is, I suppose, what modern artists aim for.
So, does anyone want to explain to me what Mr White is trying to communicate with these photos?
I stumbled across this cool blog on not-your-average-statue-from-around-the-world.
I enjoy the creativity and admire the ability to create these statues!
The statue of the guy bashing his head against a brick wall resonated with me … mainly ‘cos that’s how I feel at work right now!
The statue is supposed to be in front of the Ernst & Young building, Los Angeles, US … so, just a thought: is this representative of how the banks suck your soul from your body, after taking all your cash? Or is this the inevitable position one assumes after dealing with one of these institutions?
I love me my twee creepy little stories, so settle down nicely by the fire while it pours with rain outside, and listen to this. My granny had a prohibition of putting up any pictures on the walls in the house that feature any eyes. From what I remember, she used to say that “things” could inhabit the pictures and watch you, or give you the “evil eye”. Not too sure about that myself, but this little gem of a story is right up there with some of my other favorite creepy stories.
Fortean Times has an article about a series of paintings they call the Crying Boy. The paintings (and reprints) all feature a portrait of a boy (not the same boy all the time) with tears running down his cheeks. The paintings are said to be cursed. Allegedly, hanging one of these paintings up is to invite trouble, and a burnt house. The fun part is that in each of the cases where a Crying Boy becursed house went up in flames, the said painting had survived untouched:
Rotherham fire station officer Alan Wilkinson who, it emerged, had personally logged 50 ‘Crying Boy’ fires dating back to 1973, dismissed any connection with the supernatural, having satisfied himself that most of them had been caused by human carelessness. But despite his pragmatism, he could not explain how the prints had survived infernos which generated heat sufficient to strip plaster from walls. His wife had her own theory: “I always say it’s the tears that put the fire out.”
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the stories had been started—and were being fueled by—The Sun tabloid paper, so a pinch of salt should go with paying attention to this story. So how much credence to the story did the boss of The Sun give it?
When the assistant editor took down a picture of Churchill, which had been hanging on the newsroom wall since the Falklands War, and replaced it with a Crying Boy, the mystery was resolved: “MacKenzie, bustling into the newsroom at his normal half-run, stopped dead in his tracks and went white. ‘Take that down,’ he snapped. ‘I don’t like it. It’s bad luck.’”
And what of the fireman, Alan Wilkinson?
Fireman Alan Wilkinson reacted in a similar fashion when his colleagues presented him with a framed Crying Boy on his retirement from the brigade. Like Kelvin MacKenzie, he denied being superstitious, but nevertheless immediately returned the painting, saying: “No thanks, you can keep it.”
The article then goes on to say:
Wilkinson admitted that he had been presented with another Crying Boy print by a worried woman who turned up at his home one night. He took it to work “as a joke” and mounted it on the office wall of the fire station. Within days, he was ordered by his superiors to take it down. Heaping irony upon comedy, the story continued: “The same day, an oven in the upstairs kitchen overheated and the firemen’s dinners were burned.”
Still, as far as creepy little stories go, it’s right up there with the other haunted painting. Does anyone out there have an actual copy of one of these prints? Has anything odd happened to you?
Sleep tight, children!
Via the Broadsheet, I came across this site which held a contest where people got to submit photos of and vote for the most phallic buildings in the world. It’s seriously funny stuff.
Less funny and more graphic was this, a moving art exhibit in Finland that is basically a big vagina on wheels that you can sit in. (Seriously…) You may not want to look at this one at work.
The original Broadsheet post on this is here.