As I was reviewing my Facebook profile today, I decided to remove “Barack Obama” as one of the pages I was following. I thought: “Obama-mania is over, he won, he’s in the juice, and I’m Canadian so I should move on.”
But through a series of random events (clicking on Mark Slutsky’s profile, then trying to see a YouTube link he posted of two angry camels in a car, which led me to a Russian blog), I was led back to Barack.
Or, more specifically, a whole slew of Barack-inspired portraits. I was very drawn to this first one, and if I were a little more crazy, I might consider hanging this in my house:
I never did see those two angry camels in a car. But this more than made up for it. Wouldn’t you agree?
There are times when I feel art is hopeless: inundated by music and the unpleasant plethora of bad art, that vision has become secondary. Yet every now and again I pull my head out of the sand, to realise that there is a whole world of non-music, multi-disciplinary art out there. I am reassured that musicians aren’t in it alone, knowing that there exists an equally unsettling amount of bad non-music art. Anyhow, not to say that I am a barometer of any sort on what makes art “good” or “bad,” but today I was intrigued by this…
I was just reading the pages of a blog I enjoy called design*sponge, and they were talking about a Korean artist named Yeondoo Jung. He had asked a bunch of 5 to 7 year old kids to do drawings which Jung then reinterpreted in photographs. Here’s an example, but you should check out the entire project called Wonderland.