When I read this article about Amber Tamblyn tricking Tyrese via email into thinking she was Amber Rose, I had no idea who either Amber was. Now I know.
It’s funny that as alienated as we are from animals in this modern world, people still feel compelled to draw them as if it were one of our core instincts. Argentine artist Maria Elina does excellent drawings of anthropomorphized animals. Excellent, I say. Trust me, I look at the internet all day.
Honestly, writing about art (and music, for that matter) is kind of an awful task because good art speaks for itself. Such is the case with Ben Wheele’s surreal sculptures and videos. I use the word ‘surreal’ to describe 90% of the art I like not because I’m a lazy writer, but because there’s really not much more to say, and I like surreal and grotesque shit.
I’ve definitely been in certain states where the tiles in bathrooms mesmerize me in their regularity and symmetry. I wonder how these irregular tiles by Classon Koivisto Rune would make me feel.
“CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert and spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random and perpetually intoxicated.” That’s what Jared Africa’s work makes me think.
So, in case you still believe America is a free country, here’s a video of some demonstrations the military conducted of their newest toy: a long-distance, non-lethal heat ray. It protects our freedom, you see, because only the taking away of freedom protects freedom.
I’ll admit, I fell for Mike Daisey’s monologue about visiting an iPad factory in China when it aired on This American Life because I have an entrenched distrust of our overblown consumerist culture, which relies on massive and unimaginably cruel exploitation of people and resources around the world.
‘Every real feeling or desire we possess has been bought, sold, or hijacked, debased or alternatively hyped into unreality, repressed or recuperated. Almost everything we care about has been turned into a commodity. But under our mountain of new gadgets and consumer items, in the midst of the ‘new leisured society’ and its cultural spectacles, we find ourselves cut off from real communication, frustrated and unhappy. Our isolation causes us to imagine that other people are happy and we wonder why such happiness eludes us’. Thoughts?