Jul 22 2011

#83 “Huh?”

From Jeremy in Atlanta, Georgia

Just one question for you to ponder today.

Who is more strange: the man who collects pictures of wolves drawn by strangers -or- the man who draws a tiny wolf in the corner of a Post-It Note, wads it into a ball, places it an envelope with a short, scribbled through copy of an Allen Ginsberg poem on the back and mails it to the first man?


Jul 10 2011

#71 “Beyond Words”

From Owen in Cambridge, England.

Sometimes an artistic work comes along that is lightyears beyond what any audience would have anticipated and completely revolutionizes the art world as we know it. These works are so rare, so special, so groundbreaking and important, that they often possess the power to bring people to tears but also drive others to the point of madness. So… feast your eyes on this post if you dare, for today I deliver unto you just such a work.

Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the sketch that will define the euphoric dreams and worst nightmares of an entire generation. I give you the brainchild of a man in the twisted throes of a beautifully artistic seizure. I give you the bastard love-child of Salvador Dali and Dr. Seuss, of Andy Warhol and Where’s Waldo?, of Alan Moore and Jackson Pollock.

I give you… the elegantly disturbing artwork of a man simply known as Owen.

What dark reaches of his brain was Owen forced to explore in order to bring about a piece with such a unique perspective on the wolf? In what realm of surreality did he delve? Did he perhaps wade too deeply in the swamp of a perverse imagination? Examine this work and dare to decide for yourself. Before you lies a world of mechanized madness, of nerdy wolf octopi, of creatures beyond description, of things which cannot be believed and hitherto have not been conceived.

It is yet unclear what the history books of tomorrow will share regarding this revolutionary artwork of today, but I challenge you this: remember this hour, remember the moment that you laid eyes upon this freak of the art world, so that years later as your grandchildren gather at the feet of your hovering jet-powered rocking chair, you will be able to tell them of this momentous day, the day you first made contact with the work of Owen.