The red, and orange and the sounds all around her

Colin_Johnson-Born
Hi, I’m a colorholic. Show me the right paintings and my jaw goes slack and my mind zones out like a druggie rediscovering the pleasures of smack after 10 years of abstinence. OK, maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. But there must be something about the experience of viewing an exquisitely colored work of art that allows it to cross my blood brain barrier before I’m able to intellectualize it.

Shown above is “Born” by Colin Johnson.

You live in a church, where you sleep with voodoo dolls

Scott_G_Brooks-Food_Chain
Sometimes I like to think of every painting as a mystery, or perhaps as a crime scene. Something is happening, or has happened, and you are there to figure it out. Interpret every object, every color. What was put in, and what has gone missing from the work? At times a mystery is so compelling you are drawn in right away, scanning the art until you can piece together enough clues to figure out the underlying drama. Other times the mystery is shallow, or you suspect that the artist has put together a random collection of elements, and the search for meaning is like looking for genius in a work by Jackson Pollack. What you end up finding will say more about you than the artist…
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Constant fear

Marcus_Schafer-Shoe_Shine_witch
In the tradition of Wizard of Oz visual/musical mashups, I suggest you look at “Shoe Shine Witch” by Marcus Schäfer while listening to the song that gave this post its title, by Bohren & Der Club of Gore. Click on the image for the large version, start the song, sit back, and pretend you’re stoned. Keep track of where your eyes go and if your thinking changes as you listen to the song.

If you want it bad you gotta steal your own fuel

Vladimir_Kato-Straight_Huffin
Many “urban” artists have a style that appears haphazard, with colors and lines jumbled together in ways that are bold enough to mask any lack of underlying artistic talent. The inclusion of words, as in other genres, is used as a crutch by those incapable of expressing their ideas with image alone.
Vladimir Kato, a Toronto artist by way of Yugoslavia (which I was reminded recently to always preface with “the former”), combines rich color with detailed work that at first glance appears to fall into all the same traps as his urban comrades. But look closely at “Straight Huffin” and you can see that the shapes are exactingly rendered, the splatters and drips and solid colors combining well with the wonderfully chaotic fur and background. Even the words are well integrated, though probably redundant unless Vladimir’s goal is irony or clarification of how his work should be classified.