I love the black and white portrait work of Australian illustrator, Anthony Hayes, whose artwork has adorned vinyl toys, shoes and the walls, no doubt, of his grateful friends.

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The rough and frantic style of French graphic novelist Antoine Dode gives his panels an expressive and interestingly textured feel. Can’t wait to read hard copies of his work.

Stumbling across the comics of artist Vanessa Davis just made my day. Her personal meanderings and sketchy style just make me want to read every little thing I can get my hands on. I especially enjoy the memior-esque series she’s been creating for Tablet Mag. I can’t think of any better way to procrastinate on a weekday afternoon.

Chinese artist Yan Wei, aka Kokomoo, creeps me out. Her linear, black and white drawings of cute little girls with maniacal grins and soulless eyes look deep into my psyche with a hunger for destruction and pain. Luckily, in their two dimensional forms, they are unable to leap off the page and sink their sharp little teeth into my soft flesh. Instead, I can enjoy their evil cuteness from a safe distance, while pondering the reasons why Kokomoo’s style gets darker and darker as the years go on.

At some point her illustrations changed from angelic to demonic, and while I don’t want to meet any of these frightening little girls in a dark alleyway, I think that Kokomoo’s descent into darkness has made her a better artist. I wish I could read her blog to find out the inspiration behind her latest works, but unfortunately I don’t understand Mandarin.

I’ve been reading Julia Wertz’s web comic, The Fart Party, which is simply a first person account of her every day life. The artwork is pretty rudimentary, but that works to the comic’s advantage, making it rather accessible and earnest seeming. Updated every few days, it’s not hard to keep up, and you never have to wait long to get your next fix.

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Yes! Take me here, to this wonderful place where big headed people listen to Gnarls Barkley through sleek looking, kick-ass headphones. Sigh. If only ‘photo realism’ was a place down the road.