As a lover of contradiction, I can’t help but enjoy Gary Baseman’s latest limited edition toy, Creamy.
If you like your ice cream dazed, drooling and metallic (with a questionable “accident” leaking from the bottom of his cone), Creamy is your man.
Category: candy coated nightmares
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Here is a video collaboration from the absolutely unparalleled Mark Ryden (whose brilliance could inspire and fill an entirely separate blog) and the talented Marion Peck. The poor production just amps up the vintage charm.
Come for the sparkling tapestry of sweets…stay for the teddy bear vomit.
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I must give credit to dbx1 (whom I don’t know personally) for getting around to this project before I ever got the chance, and doing a lovely job.
Bravo!
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Kitsch and candy…does it get any better? Well, there’s kitsch IN candy, courtesy of photo prints by
Boopsiedaisy.
This one reminds me of those horrific “ball pits.” Even as a child, I thought these were the nauseating filth factories:
Her slightly disquieting combinations seems like the most logical thing in the world to me.
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The wonderful Louisa told me about Takashi Murakami’s exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum.
His work is almost too sweet to digest, save for the occasional third eye, strategic drips, odd spacing or other such detail that doesn’t let the observer quite rest into sugary oblivion.
I find his blend of high art, lowbrow and commerce intriguing.
Murakami’s style, called Superflat, is characterized by flat planes of color and graphic images involving a character style derived from anime and manga…Like Andy Warhol, Takashi Murakami takes low culture and repackages it, and sells it to the highest bidder in the “high-art” market. Unlike Warhol, Murakami also makes his repacked low culture available to all other markets in the form of paintings, sculptures, videos, T-shirts, key chains, mouse pads, plush dolls, cell phone caddies…(Wiki).
Murakami also teamed up with Louis Vuitton to manufacture some outlandishly priced handbags. I truly hope this was a satiric commentary on the lengths people will go to in order to possess limited edition high fashion items. I will NEVER understand the appeal of labels and logos. I’d love to slap some of my quirky artwork on a designer brand and laugh all the way to the bank. Suckers.
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I rejoice every time Camille Rose Garcia displays new art. I recently stumbled upon her Bird in the Hand exhibit at the Berlin branch of the Mary Karnowsky Gallery.
Incredible creations, dripping with sugar and poison.
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I’ve been searching for an artist who could capture the essence of my nightmares after downing a half gallon of Breyer’s Cherry Vanilla and falling asleep. EUREKA!
Taste the rainbow of fruit PAIN!
SheWalksSoftly 