Scott Scheidly’s Pink Series is so charming one almost forgets about all the human rights violations and massacres.
Almost.
In addition to enjoying his work, I think we should all delight in his artist bio:
“At age four I attempted my first art project by devouring a 10 pack of crayons thus turning my diaper into a Jackson Pollack. At age six I was introduced to the sweet nectar of school paste. At around this same time period I began producing turkey drawings by tracing my hand. At age seven I lost my thumb in an unfortunate Big Wheel accident ending my successful “Hand Turkey Period”. At age ten I ate more paste, however at age eleven I switched to water based paints & modeling clay. Between age twelve to sixteen I was in a daze from the paints I had eaten which I found out to be oil based. I did not produce much art during this time which we will call the “Your Sons Not Quite Right Period”. At age seventeen I had kicked my habits and refined my skills and began to earn money with art for the first time by doing fellow students art projects for lunch money. At age twenty I apparently graduated from the Art Institute of Pittsburgh and moved to Florida unbeknownst to me. I still live in Florida where I enjoy floundering about and painting pretty pictures, and I still eat paste now and again just to remind myself of my roots and how I ended up like this. Some day I hope not to be famous.”
Nusret Colpan, a Turkish artist who lived from 1952-2008, made intricate landscapes that can and will blow your mind if you click to enlarge them.
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When I look at these sugar skulls by ZSO, the little voice in my head whispers to them, “I want to be on you.” Which creeps me out, trust me. HOW DO YOU TALENT?
Scott Hove’s Cakeland series is almost enough to make me not want cake any more.
Almost.
Wait, who am I kidding? I totally want cake right now.
Hats by London couture hat designer Philip Treacy.
The paintings of Paul W Ruiz make me want to break out my oil paints, but that would mostly just result in the wholesale destruction of my home, not masterpieces.
