You know, I’ve heard about “anger management” classes before. It’s a quaint concept, really. But as an artist, I’ve found something to be far more therapeutic than expressing my feelings in mere words to fellow sufferers. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not putting down anger management. It works beautifully for some – namely those who wish to curb their rage and mitigate the madness. Thus, I completely accept that.. Read More
“What if…” (5 creativity sparkers I need to do more)
Some days, yes. On such mornings, I try to ignite my imagination by employing the innocent phrase, “what if…?” Like… “What if… this bottle wasn’t a bottle?” (So what?) “Okay… What if… (*picks up peel with Dole sticker still on it*) this banana was alive? Before I ate it?” (You did that already.) “What… if I’m a bird?” (Did you take notes from Shia LaBeouf’s notebook before you plagiarized “The.. Read More
“Corpse Accordion” coming soon…
Wait. Wait. Wait a minute. I just stumbled across the most epic ingredients for a horror movie narrative. Via this ridiculous art sculpture I thought was video-shopped: My head was so shocked at the sight of this slinky head that I had to watch it three times: once to be wowed by the sorcery without trying to figure it out, once again to process what was going on, and then.. Read More
Can fashion phlebotomy charge my phone?
Mmmkay. I’m gonna try to do an honest to goodness mental rewind here on what my brain first did looking at this story that popped up in my feed today. When I see something like this, first thing I do is: look at the pretty picture and say “Oooh.”. Then I read the title. Then I read the subtext. Then click the link. And skim the article. Maybe. But right.. Read More
4chandy Warholism: screencaps are now art.
When I heard a computer screenshot sold for $90,900, I thought it was a hoax. Or maybe some super scandalous evidence of a post that’d been deleted by a celebrity or high ranking public official who had more money than grey matter, forgot the internet’s written in ink, and believed they could buy back digitally indelible commentary in order to erase it from reality. Nope. True to form, however, my.. Read More
Journey to the middle of the Mojave… for a swim
Anyone up for a bit of adventure this summer? How about retrieving a secret key and then following GPS coordinates to journey 90 miles deep into the Mojave desert where a hidden swimming pool awaits? It might sound like some silly film premise, but this chlorinated treasure is f’real – and it’s the doing of artist Alfredo Barsuglia. His motivation for putting an accessible body of water in such a.. Read More
Performance artist Narcissister’s nipple display
Did you know in New York you can bare your nipples? In public? Even if you have a vagina? Well, I mean, you can’t show the vagina part – only the nipples. Still, it’s kinda cool. So a performance artist is taking advantage of exactly that by going all out with her girls out. Dubbed the “topless superhero”, she’s been appearing in random photos in The Big Apple with her.. Read More
Great minds and their weird creative rituals
What puts you in a mood to make up creative magic? Music? Vodka? Nap? (“And how’s that werkin’ out fer ya?”) Creativity ain’t easy. It’s that brilliantly infuriating gift where we can’t always harness it to do our monetary bidding – yet it’ll wake you up at 3 A.M. in a sweat and beg you to scrawl down the fountaining thought-froth brimming from your brain like something you put in.. Read More
Fractured glass from the same lamp.
Mindy Kaling’s so cute. Yesterday, I saw her interview with Rainn Wilson for metaphysical milkshake (fun, paradoxical series in that it’s happening in the back of a child molester van, yet the aim is usually something inspiring about spirituality). Anyway, there was this one part that stuck with me. Mindy indicates she doesn’t “get” abstract art. She totally doesn’t mean it in a snobby or disinterested way. Actually, she wishes.. Read More
Performance art? LolWut?
Recently, I was enjoying Starbucks with a friend and talking about whatever people discuss at 5 AM between taking selfies and wishing they were still asleep. Somehow, the conversation switched to Marina Abromavic (by somehow, I mean I brought it up, likely out of nowhere) and proceeded to do the whole triple-fail-spectacular where I ask: “Do you know who she is?” and each follow up inuquiry leads to an exponentially.. Read More