Saturday, March 21, 2009

Juxtapose Asks Andy Kehoe 20 Questons.

I'm in love with Andy Kehoe.  And apparently, so is Juxtapoz.   It's not "spin the bottle," butJuxtapoz asks Andy 20 questions here.

"Juxtapoz:  What is your first art-making memory as a kid?

Andy Kehoe:  My brother Ben and I used to sit around for hours and scribble away with crayons. 
We found one of our earliest drawings and it was of one guy screaming 'Poo Poo Poo!' and another guy screaming, 'Pee Pee Pee' and there were shooting each other with it. Maybe some early attempt at allegory... or maybe it's just about poo poo and pee pee."






Grant Morrison: "Under land of no free, am us home cowardly."

Sometimes I really enjoy the stories Grant tells (his work on the Invisibles, Doom Patrol, Hellblazer, the Authority).  Sometimes not so much (JLA, Batman, Xmen) and sometimes I'm just totally fucking baffled (Seaguy, Vampirella).

Regardless of my unimportant, underinformed, barely-counts-as-a-fanboy perspective, Grant is a brave, interesting, productive writer.   

Check out his bibliography here and decide for yourself.  Then go and read the Wired interview over here:

" We've deconstructed all our icons. We know politicians are lying assholes, we know soap stars are coke freaks, handsome actors are tranny weirdos and gorgeous supermodels are bulimic, neurotic wretches. We know our favorite comedians will turn out to be alcoholic perverts or suicidal depressives. Our reality shows have held up a scalding mirror to our yapping baboon faces and cheesy, obvious obsessions, our trashy, gossipy love of trivia and dirt.

We know we've fucked up the atmosphere and doomed the lovely polar bears and we can't even summon up the energy to feel guilty anymore. Let the pedophiles have the kids. There's nowhere left to turn and no one left to blame except, paradoxically, those slightly medieval guys without the industrial base. What's left to believe in? The only truly moral, truly goodhearted man left is a made-up comic book character! The only secular role models for a progressive, responsible, scientific-rational Enlightenment culture are … Kal-El of Krypton, aka Superman and his multicolored descendants!

So we chose not to deconstruct the superhero but to take him at face value, as a fiction that was trying to tell us something wonderful about ourselves. Somewhere, in our darkest night, we made up the story of a man who will never let us down and that seemed worth investigating."

Saturday, March 14, 2009

In The Blood.

For the last two decades, vampires and the media have had a mutually beneficial relationship.  Think Anne Rice, Buffy, Charlaine Harris, and (shudder) Stephenie Meyer.  Fall 0f 2009 promises to be bigger than ever, spearheaded by the October publication of Dacre Stoker's (the great-grandnephew of Bram) "Dracula the Un-Dead."

Why does anyone care?  

It's a great, enduring question and to my mind, no one has answered it well.  Including this fun and interesting article titled "In the Blood" in the New Yorker.

"Unclean, unclean!” Mina Harker screams, gathering her bloodied nightgown around her. In Chapter 21 of Bram Stoker’s “Dracula,” Mina’s friend John Seward, a psychiatrist in Purfleet, near London, tells how he and a colleague, warned that Mina might be in danger, broke into her bedroom one night and found her kneeling on the edge of her bed. Bending over her was a tall figure, dressed in black. “His right hand gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom. Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled down the man’s bare breast which was shown by his torn-open dress. The attitude of the two had a terrible resemblance to a child forcing a kitten’s nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink.” Mina’s husband, Jonathan, hypnotized by the intruder, lay on the bed, unconscious, a few inches from the scene of his wife’s violation."

In Absentia.

In absentia is Latin for "in the absence". In legal use it usually pertains to a defendant's right to be present in court proceedings (wikipedia).

While it might not be the technical definition, per se, I have been absent from this blog, and by definition - absent from doing any writing - for 8 months or more.   There are many reasons for my absence, but the truth is that I bowed in defeat to feelings of failure as a writer.  

Don't be mistaken.  This posting is not a cheerful signpost along a deserted stretch of interstate - "Hey!  All of you who were never listening anyway!  I'm back!  And I have a pile of candy and free money!"  

Only time will tell, but I hope that I'll look back at this post as an early sign of re-invigorated confidence in myself.  Perhaps in March of 2009, along with the warm and welcome sunshine, along with the first tiny green fingers of the daffodils, something is growing again in my mind. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Ray Ceasar.


Entirely lovely, cephalopodic goodness. Ebbtide, from Ray Caesar.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Idle Hands.



Fuck, I love this. A great song and a cheerful video of youthful destruction and blowing shit up. "Idle Hands" by the Gutter Twins.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Photos From The Road.


I'm a huge Cormac McCarthy fan. Blood Meridian is number one in my book, and despite Oprah's best intentions, I enjoyed The Road quite a bit as well. I got even more excited when initial casting news came out that Viggo Mortensen was starring as the father. Then these first set photos came out and now I'm geeked.


"Just how bleak is the movie adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's post-apocalyptic novel The Road, which just finished filming? So grim that the crew would film on overcast, foggy days, and they removed every hint of greenery from the movie's locations.

The Road is set in a burned America, ruined after an unknown disaster. A father (Viggo Mortensen) and son (Kodi Smit-McPhee) embark on a long journey to the coast. In addition to coping with the wrecked countryside, the pair are also stalked by a gang of cannibals. In a new piece, the New York Times describes the movie's look as monotone and bleak, The sky is gray, the rivers are black, and color is just a memory. The landscape is covered in ash, with soot falling perpetually from the air. The cities are blasted and abandoned. The roads are littered with corpses either charred or melted, their dreams."

Chip Kidd was in town a couple months ago, talking about designing the cover to "The Road." It was a good story, full of wry humor and details you'd never begin to guess at. I can't find a summary of the speech online, but here's an Esquire interview where he sums it up (in a much more charitable fashion):

"I went through several rounds with McCarthy before it was something he liked. You just never know. All authors are different with how they want this stuff to go.

My original idea was a totally burnt-out car, or one just on the roadside in black and white. The car was either on fire or it was a smoking hulk. I thought that was the best metaphor.

McCarthy wanted something much more austere. He didn't even want his name on the front. We had to gently persuade him that that was not a good idea. So the cover just became this black hole. His name is not all that legible, but it is there. It was kind of a compromise -- 'Okay, your name does have to be there, but it's not going to be screaming.' And it works -- the only colors he describes in the book are various shades of gray, black, and ash with a dash of blood.

The font is one of the oldest tricks in the book. You typeset text in a regular font, I think this was Rotis, and then you blow it up really big on a Xerox machine and then you shrink it down really small. The trick is to see just how much you can distress it and keep it readable. It's gotten harder to do because Xerox machines are so much better, but if you've got a wonderfully shitty machine it will look all corroded and gummy and yucky. It takes a bit of playing around, but it's really not that hard.

It was interesting to see The Road in bookstores amongst all the other stuff -- it called attention to itself by not calling attention to itself. I don't think we took unnecessary chances with it. The text has to be strong for that kind of cover to work for a less established writer, but you could say that about anything. "

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Halo 3, Brendan Canning, Indiana Jones and more.

Not writing. Not a word. I know I should be, but I'm not.

Instead I'm dorking around, trying to stay relaxed and enjoy the spring. That means time in the garden, movies, video games, music and copious amounts of junk food.

I bought an Xbox 360 recently and have been playing Halo 3 with a friend. Not that any of this is news, but the gameplay is swell and the art direction is nothing short of stunning. Fabulous concept art here, here and here. It's even older news, but I'll definitely be picking up "The Art of Halo" book as well.

At the top of my play list this week is: the single from the new Brendan Canning release, the new Tokyo Police Club disc, and "Hold On To Yourself" from the new Nick Cave disc.

Went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull on Friday and was sadly disappointed. Strike that. My expectations weren't very high - I was never the fan that these guys, these guys, this guy, or the fan fiction folks are - but the movie still managed to let me down with it's snore inducing combination of nostalgia, sentimentality, boring chase scenes and WTF plot. Thank god we still have The Dark Knight, Hulk, the Fall, and Hellboy 2 to look forward to.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Caia Koopman.


Caia Koopman "Epostle2". Caia is showing as part of the "Uncommon Gardens" exhibition at Thinkspace. More great stuff at her webpage, including this head-spinningly fabulous street deck (which is the most amazing thing ever and I must own).

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Chris Ware Illustrates an Episode of "This American Life".



Extremely cool.

Chris Ware illustrates/animates an episode of "This American Life". I've loved Chris's work since I first stumbled on a copy of "Acme Novelty Library" back at Chicago Comics.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2008


Friday, May 2, 2008

Inspiration.

Running low on energy and inspiration this week. Still, there were some good things in the mix:

Iron Man. Gene Wolfe's upcoming novel An Evil Guest. The new Hulk and Batman trailers. Wandering around NYC. Talking to David Hartwell, Patrick Neilsen Hayden and Tom Dohrety about Science Fiction and Fantasy. Free Comic Book Day. Iphone 3G gossip. New music from Portishead, Mirah, Jason Faulkner, Fleet Foxes, Tokyo Police Club, Foals, and Clinic.

Not writing a ton. Not out there running or playing a ton of guitar or drawing or doing anything creative, really. I got a new job that's great and terrible and is sucking a ton of energy out of me right now (more on that later).

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Black Grease.




"You're a storm

So emotional

Moody and Controlled "

"Black Grease" as performed by "The Black Angels" - song obsession of the moment.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Johnathan Weiner (VINER).




It's an all-art, all the time weekend.

Today's discovery - Johnathan Weiner (VINER). I stumbled across these glorious paintings in a featurette at Illustration Mundo. I love the motorcycle shot at the top of the page and I'm bat-shit crazy for the dark haired girl and her two black dogs.

Borrowed directly from the Illustration Munda bio:

"Jonathan Weiner (VINER) was born in 1976, in the suburbs of New York City. He and his identical twin brother were raised up and down the east coast of the United States. After graduating RISD in 1998, Viner moved to Brooklyn, NY and broke into the illustration world with several freelance gigs for the Village Voice. Before long his client list grew to include Rolling Stone, Playboy, Business Week, Simon & Schuster, Elektra Records, and Converse."

In 2002, Viner began showing his work in galleries. Demand for his work has been growing exponentially ever since. Jonathan is currently devoting himself to painting for gallery shows full time. He is working on a body of work to be shown in a major solo exhibition which opens in January of 2008 at Jonathan LeVine Gallery in New York City's Chelsea gallery district. "

Carnivora.




I'm not a huge car guy, but this show looks awesome (and includes work by Glenn Barr, Robert Crumb, Eric Joyner, Shag, Robert Williams, and many more):

"Carnivora. A Shadowy realm where flesh and machine coalesce into humanity's greatest technical achievement - the automobile. Indispensable extensions of our own nervous systems, cars are metallic monsters as dark and destructive as the men and women who drive them.

L’IMAGERIE GALLERY proudly invites you to join in celebrating its inaugural exhibition at its spacious new location with a gala star-studded grand opening reception. The LA presentation of this incredible sampling of the world’s most notorious artistic renegades coincides with the official publication release of the book. L’IMAGERIE will have on hand for sale the first exclusive West Coast copies of the edition, a truly significant chronicle and commentary on arguably the most critically defining icon of modern civilization.

In addition to the 62 artists exhibited at Detroit’s ©POP Gallery, Carnivora book artists Eduard Anikonov, Steve Cerio, Chris Conte, Cam deLeon, Mike Diana, Brian Horton, Travis Louie, Eric Joyner, Craig LaRotonda, Shag, Greg “StainboyReinel, Jeral Tidwell, Keith Weesner, and Robert Williams will join the exhibit at L’Imagerie Gallery, plus new original works are being produced for the show by Guy Aitchison, William B. Hand, David Trulli, Brian Viveros and Kenneth Williams. Artists who came to our attention after the book went to press and are joining the Carnivora exhibition at L’Imagerie Gallery with their paintings are: Kent Bash, Dean Fleming, Ken Keirns, Chris Peters, Bart Powers, Dwayne Vance and Charles Wish.


CARNIVORA - The Dark Art of Automobiles
May 3 - June 14, 2008

GRAND OPENING RECEPTION
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 at 7pm

L’IMAGERIE GALLERY
10555 Victory Boulevard • North Hollywood, CA 91606 • 818-762-8488
"

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Maps and Legends, Butcher Bird.

I picked up two new books today - both very exciting and both strangely ripe with synchronicity.

First there's Maps and Legends, the brand new collection of essays from Michael Chabon. I just blogged about his rejected Spider-man 2 script yesterday and had no idea this was out, no idea I wanted it until I stumbled across it in the store today. Mcsweeney's always produces beautiful works, but this is a masterpiece. The jacket is built in three peel away layers and is covered in charming line work (the flat JPEG does it zero justice - go buy this book). The endpapers and acknowledgements are creatively approached, lovingly drawn up to look like maps. Chabon is in fine form here - I stood in the bookstore, rapt, and read the first essay in its entirety. Great stuff! Best of all, proceeds to go the 826 organization, a more than worthy cause.

Description lifted from the Mcsweeney's page:

"Michael Chabon's sparkling first book of nonfiction is a love song in sixteen parts — a series of linked essays in praise of reading and writing, with subjects running from ghost stories to comic books, Sherlock Holmes to Cormac McCarthy. Throughout, Chabon energetically argues for a return to the thrilling, chilling origins of storytelling, rejecting the false walls around "serious" literature in favor of an wide-ranging affection. His own fiction, meanwhile, is explored from the perspective of personal history: post-collegiate desperation sparks his debut, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh; procrastination and doubt reveal the way toward Wonder Boys; a love of comics and a basement golem combine to create the Pulitzer Prize-winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay; and an enigmatic Yiddish phrasebook unfurls into The Yiddish Policeman's Union."

Next up is Butcher Bird, by Richard Kadrey. I saw this book in a B&N a couple of months ago and was impressed by the urban/dark fantasy cover copy, the William Gibson blurb and the glorious cover by Dan Dos Santos. Then I saw this article at IO9 about Kadrey's freaky fetish photography yesterday, so I figured the time was right to go and seek out the book. A Butcher Bird synopsis, excerpted from Publishers Weekly:

"The relatively normal life of San Francisco tattoo artist Spyder Lee goes thoroughly crazy when he's rescued from a mugger by Shrike, a mysterious blind woman who reveals that Lee's assailant was actually a demon. The wounds he suffered in the assault give him the ability to see the Dominions, other spheres of existence that regular mortals are unaware of. Soon Spyder finds himself hip-deep in demonic trouble, protecting his friend Lulu by offering his body to the organ-collecting Black and then dragging her off to join Shrike on a madcap journey to Hell, where they encounter monsters, Lucifer and even an alternate-time version of Lee himself ."



Friday, April 11, 2008

Seraphim and Spacemen.



Seraphim and Spacemen by Aaron Jasinski via Juxtapoz. The gallery is a bit difficult to navigate, but there's tons of great art on his site (I looove Darke Heart, Roses, Rayguns vs. Flowers and Self Help).

Michael Chabon's Script for Spider-man 2.

Oh wow. Michael Chabon's rejected script for Spider-man 2. This is priceless. Seriously amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you, McSweeney's.

"FADE IN: OVER CENTRAL PARK
Gorgeous fall day.
Hot-chestnut weather.
Spider-Man sails in off Central Park West on a line of silk.
King of the Manhattan skyline. Swinging from a turret of the Dakota."

Marion Peck.



Seriously, how can you beat that shit? Marion Peck. Interview at Josh Spear's great blog here. From the interview:



JS: You pull much of your imagery from dreams. My dreams are either useless compared to yours, or you have an amazingly vivid memory (or an equally amazing system for recording them). How do you do it?


MP: Well, when you first wake up, you must lie very still, and most importantly, think no thoughts about the daytime world. Just let yourself drift back into the night world, and then you can catch them. If you let yourself think a daytime thought, then poof! They are gone, like fishes in a black pool. Remembering your dreams depends mostly on how much you really want to remember them; on how much importance you are willing to give them. If you want them, they will come.



Actually, I don't remember mine nearly as well as I used to. For a while there, I was a real dream explorer. I vividly remembered several complete dreams every night, and I dreamed lucidly (i.e., knowing I was dreaming while I was dreaming) with more frequency. I would love, some day, to go back and explore more, just sleep and sleep and devote myself to my dreams. They are so endlessly amazing and fascinating. It seems to me dreaming is like an amazing portal each of us has to different worlds, yet we just ignore it because we do not understand it.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Mark Gonzalez.



I loved Mark Gonzalez when I was a teen skate rat. He was a skater, an art guy and had awesome taste in music. I stumbled across this newer, weird as hell EA video and can't stop watching it. I think he's onto something - art and skateboarding as a way to conquer boredom. The write a letter to god thing was wacky and weirdly endearing.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I (heart) Gamma World.


I stumbled across this brilliant "Gamma World" article on IO9 a couple weeks ago. What a glorious, dorked-out blast from the past.


But...being in a total, lame writer slump, I bookmarked it and moved on. Then I forgot to post about it. Then I avoided writing for a couple of days.


But I'm feeling brave this evening and feel some obligation to propagate the Gamma World good word. It was a great game and made a huge impact on my pimply, preteen science fiction loving self. Plus, I'm certain I would never have develop my great fondness for RIFTS had Gamma World not come first.


What I can't recall exactly is who introduced me to Gamma Word. I think it was my childhood best friend Kyle. I half hope so, cause that gives it a special something or other. On the other hand, I hope that it wasn't Kyle, 'cause I haven't talked to him in ten years and that would make it *weep* even fucking sadder.


From the article:

"Gamma World was role-playing game company TSR's attempt at a post-apocalyptic role-playing system. TSR hit the big time with the mega-successful Dungeons and Dragons franchise, but the company's history is littered with non-starters. Still, when it came out, Gamma World felt like a winner - edgy post-apocalypse adventuring humans, robots and mutated bunnies contend in the ruins of a future Earth. The rules themselves are more or less D&D lite - character stats, melee rounds, and randomized combat mechanics. You can play as a Pure Strain Human, of untainted genome, but the fun is in mutated humans, and even mutated animals with human intelligence - if you want to be a panda toting a Mark VII Blaster Rifle, you've got it."


The swell Wikipedia article (with spectacularly bad 2nd edition cover!) is here. More Gamma World goodness here and here. Download content here and here. GURPS Gamma World?!?! Discuss it here and maybe Steve Jackson will come around. Don't even get me started on Car Wars or Paranoia.








Saturday, March 29, 2008

Tekkonkinkreet.





Whoa. I just watched Tekkonkinkreet and was entirely blown away. this animated film is a visual powerhouse of style, color and imagination. The title is a play on "Tekkin Concrete", a Japanese word meaning "reinforced concrete." This lovely, feature-length film was released in 2006, directed by Michael Arias and animated by Studio 4°C (the studio that produced "The Animatrix"). It was adapted from the original manga "Black and White," a three-volume series by Taiyō Matsumoto, serialized between 1993 and 1994 in Shogakukan's Big Comic Spirits. Set in the splendid, bustling Japanese metropolis of "Treasure City" the tale centers on a pair of orphaned street kids: Black, the older, clever and "dark" personality and White, a sunny innocent. Together they fight off rival gangs, Yakuza professionals and bad-ass alien tough guys. The climax comes when the two are separated, and Black's darker nature begins to assert itself.

Friday, March 21, 2008

ABCD.

Macmillan was in last week to present the fall line. Mark, their sales director and a long-time friend (who used to sell me D&D books) gave me a peek at this absolutely amazing book from Marion Bataille. I'm in love with the lenticular cover, the elegant art deco look and feel. I adore each and every one of the 26 alphabetical pop ups. This book is a must-have for fans of pop ups, design, papercraft, and typography.


Monday, March 17, 2008

Questionaut.


Rather writing, getting exercise or socializing I'm playing Questionaut, a lovely flash game from Amanita Design, the studio that developed Samorost 1 and Samorost 2.