Zsofia Dome takes my breath away with her detailed illustrations. It was this anthropomorphic root series that made me need to track down her work.
I’m also particularly impressed with her tarot series, in which she loosely sticks to the themes of the universal Rider Waite deck, but takes some fantastic artistic liberty.
The Tower…
Death:
The High Priest:
The Moon:
I do hope she comes out with an actual deck at some point. I’d be thrilled to add it to my collection!
I personally can’t feast on eggs due to a pretty wicked digestive intolerance that developed a few years ago, but that’s no reason to avoid showing the Egg-A-Matic.
Food is great. Things are great. Food shaped like things is great. Especially if skulls are involved. This is one of those products to which my initial response is “If I had kids, I’d definitely get this” and simultaneously “My inner child counts as kids.”
I love how the yolk forms a makeshift brain, which is great for people who want to say they eat brains without resorting to full fledged Zombinism.
To alleviate the awkwardness Valentine’s Day brings about for many of us, I offer a series of couples who are almost guaranteed to be more awkward than you are.
Easy, tiger.
I can’t see anything in front of me except the afterimage of plaid, which is now burned into my retinas.
This picture has everything: attitude, questionable posing, mixed animal prints, and a killer devotional subtitle.
I know you’re probably tired of seeing all the parakeet bayonet photos online…but just in case…
Listen, what you do with phallic fruit behind closed doors is your business, but nobody needs to see this.
Is that a DRAGON in her hair?
Awkward? Maybe. But I’d get a portrait like this is a heartbeat.
We’re closing in on the day of the year that Hallmark has determined we should love each other. There are lots of standard hearts and flowers circulating the Interwebs right now, but here’s a tune for those of us whose tastes are a little…off center. This one is for my fellow geeks! Celebrate your geek love.
Lyrics: Nobody’s cool as we, nor quite as esoterically far out.
We’re so far out it’s creepy!
I don’t think they’ll ever get the groovy standards that we set for love,
but they’re not smart like we be.
They have no roses.
Subconsciously they envy us a lot.
They look down their noses and see a couple of dorks with more love than they have got!
When they see us holding hands, they wish that they were geeks in love.
And when they hear our favorite bands, they wish that they were geeks in love.
We rattle off our in-jokes while they wish that they were geeks in love.
And while we make each other smile, they wish that they were geeks in…
La la la,
la la la,
la-lubbidy da-diddy love.
La la la,
la la la,
ka-boominy whoah-nelly love.
La la la,
la la la,
ga-shibbidy-waffles-and-love.
La la la,
la la la, la love.
As far as I can tell, while other lovers go through hell,
we’ll know we’re too cool for damnation.
We may not be cutting edge, but we won’t take the mainstream pledge,
for we don’t need your admiration!
They may not show it, it doesn’t fit their made-up little roles.
They don’t even know it, but jealousy abounds within their souls.
When they see us on the street, they wish that they were geeks in love.
And when they hear us trick-or-treat, they wish that they were geeks in love.
As we lock arms and skip away, they wish that they were geeks in love.
And you can almost hear them say they wish that they were geeks in…
La la la,
la la la,
la-lubbidy-do-diddy-love.
La la la,
la la la,
fa-doobidy-ding-dong-love.
La la la,
la la la,
za-muppety-puppety-love.
La la la,
la la la,
sha-peppity-bismol-love.
La la la,
la la la,
a-bubbly-lava-lamp-love.
La la la,
la la la,
ma-spockity-nimoy-love.
La la la,
la la la,
da-ponkity-ponkity-love.
La la la,
la la la,
geekity-geekity-geeks in love.
A few weeks ago, I posted these adorable little creatures in a Desktop Goodies roundup.
A helpful reader linked me to the Snopes article debunking the claim that these are indeed real animals (my sources said they were, and in this case I didn’t do any further research! I wanted to believe!).
These babies are the work of plush artist Marina Yamkoskaia, and her other creations are every bit as capable of activating extreme cuteness aggression.
My unbelievably talented friend William Basso introduced me to the work of Mariko Ando, an artist and printmaker born in Japan and currently based in Vancouver.
What will you find here? BUNNIES. And lots of them. Which is fine by me, because I’m a fan of all things Lagomorphic.
This is probably one of my favorite illustrations ever. One look, and I want to dive right into this place. A squishy, gorgeous bed in a tree, complete with chandelier, my own swing and the company of owls? YES PLEASE.
I love her lush, finely detailed style.
Is this fish holding a “recipe for vegans?” I’m surprised more animals don’t carry around vegan cookbooks.
For those of marvelously morbid persuasion (who have some money to burn), Vegan Treats has a limited edition box of chocolates just in time for Valentine’s Day entitled Fatally Yours.
Packaged appropriately in a custom black heart with gold-embossed “Fatally Yours”. Each chocolate is delicately handmade and finished in gold leaf before being placed in a custom made insert tray for extra protection before dissecting.
Each box contains:
White Chocolate Bones and Skeletal Hands
Blood-red Velvet White Chocolate Candies
Hazelnut Praline Tiramisu
Caramel-filled (and anatomically correct) Hearts
Peanut Butter Cup Coffins
Coconut Candy
Malt-filled Swiss Chocolate
Passion-less Fruit with Fragrant Vanilla Bean
Jumbo Speculoos skull
Jumbo Peanut Butter Cup Skull
Cookies and Cream White Chocolate Torso
This chocolate is very well crafted; quite lovely to look at indeed. The $87 price tag makes it a pretty hefty splurge for chocolate, but if anyone has sampled the fine products of Vegan Treats, let me know your review.