Today I bring you the pastel worlds of Taiwanese digital artist Hsiao Ron Cheng.
These are the world where strange children play, and drift…peacefully disembodied…through the ether.
It looks like there used to be a livejournal for di0_0ib, but the link I’m providing is the biggest current collection of work I could find online (sent by a kind reader in response to a mystery artist post).
All dib0_0ib work seems to be done on sketchbook pages. This is some pretty intense sketching, filled with bizarre creatures from alien world’s (and some interesting variations on creatures from our own).
Apparently, today is Black Cat Appreciation Day (who knew?). Far be it from me to miss ANY opportunity to show some love for black cats (I’ve been cuddling with my beloved Dr. Morbius all morning).
I present the latest addition to Dr. Morbius and Ms. Nimbus’s ever expanding toy collection. I think you’ll agree it’s pretty much the greatest cat toy ever made: The Prancing Prey Puppet Teaser!
Yep, it’s a Freddy Krueger glove…with MICE. I was hoping to get some quality action shots, but alas, cats are not always the best photo subjects on cue. However, I don’t see how anyone could resist buying a Prancing Prey Puppet Teaser at first glance!
Tell me your favorite black cat (or any cat) story.
I can’t find any lengthy articles about this particular piece, but here we have a reliquary of Lucrezia Borgia’s hair, created in the 1920’s.
It’s a pretty fantastic piece (which reminds me of today’s steampunk sculptures…but clearly precedes them by many decades). She’s got quite a lovely natural hair color. Most women need to get that out of a bottle.
It’s worth reading the bio, as Lucrezia Borgia is shrouded in all manner of scandalous allegations.
You’d be surprised how different bakeries execute the task of making a “frog cake.”
From the fine folks at Cake Wrecks.
I never got into video game consoles, but I loved Mario Bros. on the original Nintendo as a kid.
Now, Josh Millard has developed a sequel of sorts: Ennuigi, in which we are invited to “spend some time with a depressed, laconic Luigi as he chain smokes and wanders through a crumbling Mushroom Kingdom, ruminating on ontology, ethics, family, identity, and the mistakes he and his brother have made.”
This is a shot at a collection of ideas I had a few years ago, about looking critically at the universe of Super Mario Bros. in light of the total lack of explicit narrative in the original game in particular. Who are these strange men? What motivates them? By what right do they wreak the havoc they do on this strange place? What do they feel about where they are and what they’re doing?
And so, this is one lens through which to look at all that, with Luigi, the second brother, the also-ran, as a complicit onlooker, wandering now through some fractured, rotting liminal place in this strange world, reflecting on it all in scattered fragments.
What do you think, Nintendo fans?