I've long admired happy mutant illustrator Dan Hillier, who produces beautiful line-art collages that combine Victorian woodcuts with original illustration to produce beautiful and surreal effects. He's just uploaded a passel of new work, including the wonderful "Wayfarer," above. You can buy 'em as prints online, or from his stall in the Sunday Upmarket in London's Brick Lane.
"timeRemapExportHD" by Adrien M / Claire B. My friend Dustin Hostetler put it well: "I feel like in 50 to 100 years, when mankind looks back on this era of technology advancement, this is the sort of piece they’ll reference as the moment the computers started making art for us."
Over at Submitterator, anelson sends us this surreal video of a child playing with a huge pack of Saint Bernards in a temperate rainforest in British Columbia. I love the idea of being surrounded by these panting, gallumphing beasts.
A preserved turd from the colon of William S Burroughs is at the center of a plan to create a piece of "cutting edge bioart." The turd was preserved by WSB's pals, and his estate have donated it to the project. Artists Tony Allard and Adam Zaretsky will extract DNA from the bolus, and go on to produce a kind of bloody, icky mess called "Mutate or Die":
1: Take a glob of William S. Burroughs' preserved shit
2: Isolate the DNA with a kit
3: Make, many, many copies of the DNA we extract
4: Soak the DNA in gold dust
5: Load the DNA dust into a genegun (a modified air pistol)
6: Fire the DNA dust into a mix of fresh sperm, blood and shit
7: Call the genetically modified mix of blood, shit, and sperm a living bioart, a new media paint, a living cut-up literary device and/or a mutant sculpture.
Brian Cook put together this lovely Snow White/Magritte mashup tee for Threadless: "I love art history and I love classic cartoons so I was really excited when this little ditty popped into my head."
Goats The Corndog Imperative is the second collection of the transcendently silly webcomic Goats, a surreal car-crash of a comic that reads like a raunchy Douglas Adams as filtered through a couple thousand Slashdot posts.
In volume two, our heroes, Jon and Phillip, two greyscale geeks from the Manhattan 3 dimension continue to suffer for the sin of killing God, turning him into a porkchop and eating him, then replacing him with Woody Allen bearing a laptop that he doesn't know how to work. First they spend an eternity in a transdimensional bar, then they are separately kidnapped by interdimensional cults who expect them to reprogram the fabric of reality to correct the Mayan 2012 date bug.
Dimension-hopping and epic, Goats veers between obscene jokes, thought-provoking philosophical rumination on the nature of reality, geek humor, and super-violent action sequences. Reading these pages, one can only conclude that Jonathan Rosenberg's browser history must be a thing of beauty to behold.
Rosenberg continues to walk the razor-edged line between silly and dumb, and does not slip onto the dumb side. Goats is recommended reading for those who believe that the universe is configurable and contingent, for those who laugh at comments in source-code, and for those who are interested in extended "farmer's daughter" jokes that turn, somehow, into jokes about the difficult business of embracing both freedom and heavy armaments.
1: Take a glob of William S. Burroughs' preserved shit
