Looking at David Ball’s mixed-media paintings is analogous to staring at alien creatures that function as your reflection. They exist in a parallel universe where life is represented through cultural fragments that are made to unlock as opposed to enslave. When watched, the paper hearts of these colorful creatures feverishly swell and sputter, “friend or foe?” Trapped in an undefined narrative, they are frozen in motion, in a space and time that dances on the inside of eyelids. Ball, who …
Author: Tracy Jones
A couple weeks ago Flying Lotus aka Steven Ellison shared Sendspace and Mediafire links. It was in celebration of reaching 300k followers, “thanks for everything .. im feelin all emo about this…,” he tweeted. The links contained 24-tracks, all outtakes and a remix of Kanye West’s “Black Skinhead” featuring Thundercat on bass. Ellison labeled the outtakes Ideas+drafts+loops (2013) and that’s exactly what the downloaders got. They were scraps that fell into what one could easily imagined to be his bottomless pit …
It’s a Sunday night, The Knitting Factory, downtown Manhattan. 9/11 was four years ago. New York City is fighting to get passed the cutting down of its two middle fingers. Ground zero is still a gapping wound. In response, America has dropped cluster bombs on children, invaded Iraq under false pretense, and rolled tanks down Broadway. Taps are on everybody’s phone. Show goers at the Factory are looking to combat the worst of human behavior. They’re here to see Swamburger, …
The evolution of Sam Grant’s art has gone through mutations searching to settle on a well-fitted aesthetic. Some of his earlier output involved a man nailed to the cross of a satellite dreaming of space, F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) made a wrist doubt its pulse while a woman turned her back to a pathetic mushroom cloud. After years of producing paintings, illustrations, and collages, he started making zines. They were attempts at using story to evoke absurdity, humor, and …
For the past seven years David Young V has been living in San Francisco, CA, obsessively building his career as an artist. His series of intricate pen and ink paintings reveal a future generation whose ancestral umbilical chord has been cut off from the past. There is no United States, it’s tribal country, a post apocalyptic San Francisco where there’s left, right, fascism and neutrality. Tribes co-exist in an effort to survive, oppress, liberate, enslave or uplift each other. It’s …
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