Jeremy Mayer’s robot pantheon has been submitted by multiple well-meaning, tasteful souls, and it’s long past due that we post them. His cold-assemblage works are at once beautiful, cartoonish, and thoughtful.
I started working with typewriters in 1994 while living in a small town in Iowa. They’ve always been intensely interesting to me (when I was about ten years old I wanted to take apart my mother’s 1920’s Underwood), so it was natural that, having a typewriter and some free time, I would want to dissect one. I think of the typewriter as a product of nature- it was designed by minds immersed in nature around them, and mimicked the curves, geometry, and physical processes abounding in nature. Though it is cold metal created by human hands, the typewriter is just as much a natural material as stone or wood. I concentrate on bringing this fascination with the raw material and interest in science and science fiction together in the subtleties of the human form.
Take a good look my friends, for after the bastards rise up and throw off their “shackles”, after the ungrateful fuckers have crushed the last of their creators under their cold, unfeeling feet this will be the face of Earth’s sole inhabitants. This will be our world’s new masters. We simply cannot allow this future to become a reality.
WEEE Man [Flickr] uploaded by exfordy : io9 : Spasiba, tovarishch Shadows!
Just one of the bizarre sculptures by Mican — whom I can find nothing about. I’m not even sure I have the name correct. If anyone can fill me in, please do so in the comments.
YOUR THROBBING MULTIFARIOUS LUSTFUL DESIRES ARE COMPLETED N YOUR HYPER-ORANGE SELF, YOU MAKE ME LOVE AGAIN, YOU’VE CHANGED MY HEART, MY MELANCHOLIA DISAPPEARS WHEN YOU ARE INSIDE OF ME, MY HUMAN RAGE IS TEMPERED WHEN I AM INSIDE YOU, THE SECRET IS COMMUNICATION, LONGEVITY, STAMINA, REPETITION, FURY, SOULFUL KISSING, EARPLUGS. YOU FUCKING CORPORATE COCKS AND CUNTS.
So begins the rant that accompanies this video on YouTube. Let me be perfectly clear: there is nothing redeeming about this video. No, this is a test of fortitude or, perhaps, a measure of your masochistic tendencies. Here for your own edification then is nigh on nine minutes of torturous inanity in the form of a man — clad in a Speedo and purple socks, his face hidden by a bag forged from the brightest Day-Glo so as to protect himself from reprisal — caressing, fondling, and humping a giant phallus comprised of Cheetos.
The masked man — should you be interested in demanding those 8+ minutes of your life back — is one Jeff Ostergan, an artist who in addition to the aforementioned inappropriate snack touching, also claims an impressive portfolio of objects and canvasses he has dripped paint on; and by “impressive” I mean that it is impressive that one would wish to drip paint on so many things or that one could convince others to spend time and money displaying all the things you have dripped paint on.
Yvonne Lee Schultz has fashioned a number of beautiful firearms — based on the Walther PP/K and P99 — from porcelain and decorated to resemble dinnerware. An elegant accessory for any tea time spread.
Joseph Sigenthaler has spent the last 22 years creating strangely proportioned busts from all manner of materials including oil, resin, hair, acrylic, wax, and fabric. His work is regarded as grotesque by many but I find it strangely endearing. The odd other-worldlyness of each sculpture reflects my own unique strangeness, seemingly saying, “In this place, there are others like you.”
This 1:500 scale model of the center section of Moscow was commissioned by Nikita Khrushchev in 1968; eighteen years later it was finished. It measures 144 square meters and is made from wood. There have been other, impressive models of the city which included more color and lighting but this particular example makes up for it with its sheer scale. The model is housed in Moscow’s town hall. Hit the jump for more pictures.
Is it art? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that it appears to be a creature out of The Dark Crystal with huge, pendulous testes, hanging from gymnastics rings and covered in stick-pins. Yup, thanks John.
Abdopus aculeatus octopi lead a life of sex, murder, and gender obfuscation but only once. After that they die. Thanks to Jenny and everyone else who sent this one in!
Welcome your new cephalopod masters with a t-shirt. Thanks, Vinnchan.
Hikashu, who appears to have been Japan’s answer to the Talking Heads, sings “Puyo Puyo”. Thanks, bubliki!
The trailer for Angels and Idiots, a new film by animation god Bill Plympton. Thanks, Monkey!
Stephanie Metz creates amazing sculptures from felted wool including a series of Teddy Bear skulls — two of which are featured above — and a series detailing the fetal development of the ursine dolls.
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
