Vahge (v-AH-zhe) is a Brooklyn-based collage artist who I’ve been lucky to meet recently. She makes figures stitched together from various magazine models that vaguely seem like Frankensteinian dolls living in old Victorian houses. They appear proper and full of etiquette while at the same time having a darker edge, often being made up of [...]
The band I’ve listened to most over the last six or so years is undisputedly Montreal’s A Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band. (or A Silver Mt. Zion, for short). Often called post-rock along the lines of Godspeed You Black Emperor! (an easy comparison as the bands overlap 2-3 members), I tend to think of them more as punk rock with cellos and violins with all members sharing the singing.
David Hollenbach makes collaged paintings for editorial illustrations, or as his dad (loosely paraphrased) says, ‘He takes that crap magazines sell, rips it up and sells their shit right back to them’. If you like moody ‘crap’ that looks effortlessly dreamed into being, then Hollenbach’s work is a must-see.
So as an artist, I am a control freak over making images and I don’t understand how this happens, but somehow Kurt Huggins and Zelda Devon collaborate with each other and create some amazing illustrations.
My friend introduced me to Paul Madonna’s work. He does these amazing, mostly monochromatic, ink-washed drawings of cities (mostly San Francisco, where he is based) that often have poetic, almost non-sequitur, captions. The result is often an almost haiku-esue narrative. His drawings are printed as comics called All Over Coffee for the SF Chronicle.
A friend showed me this and now it is a staple of inside jokes between myself and a half-dozen friends. The bare-naked want of this dog for his bacon is a metaphor for this cruel world’s naked soul, starved for oil, drugs, and sex. In the metaphor, to my girlfriend’s telling, she is the bacon.