Bright spring colors, nearly floral patterns, and… cut out portions of Barbie dolls… converge in Brooklyn artist Margaux Lange‘s line of bizarre art jewelry. Dismembered arms of Barbie dolls form sun-like bursts, Barbie breasts are...
Austin’s Hideout is an improv comedy club, concert venue, art gallery, and coffee shop all in one. A recent stint in this all-in-one haven led me to the eye-catching works of Hope Perkins, who, in this particular case, morbid curiosity and...
From this date, you have exactly two weeks to head on over to Roq La Rue Gallery to check out the exhibit by Seattle’s new transplant, Christian Van Minnen. Aptly titled “Neo Grotesque,” the show flaunts Van Minnen’s...
H. Mathis is quite the peculiar artist. He revels in AntiSuccess. He utilizes MySpace to get supplies he needs for art. He puts together secret art meetings (also with the assistance of CraigsList) that are so secretive that I don’t even quite...
"Above all, we're artists. It's about the craft and doing something different, not necessarily doing what's expected." -- Kacy Ritter
"Painting for me is like puking -- if you're sick, you're just gonna have to do it to feel better." -- Thea Wolfe
Scott Pinkmountain (formerly Scott Rosenberg) apparently used to be a somewhat hot-shit Bay Area avant-garde composer/free jazz saxophonist, but then decided that by immersing himself in that music, he’d forgotten the importance of good...
I See Beyond The Black Sun is one of those good news/bad news scenarios. The good news is that someone at the K Records office has been coming into some top notch micro dot acid. Unfortunately, that’s also the bad news, as it lead them to...