Thursday, December 31, 2009

A last minute 2009 read and the decision to jump into the future of true love.



There comes times in long long waves when one begins to question ones actions and selves to push oneself to become lighter. See yourself in a thousand perspectives, see what you are when youre outside and strive to better eye the soul without so much emotional static warping the gravity. Kill the negative memories of past lives, learn to let go of yourself and relearn to float. Remember the good and proceed and turn to light. Fitting then, today, that this would have such an affect on me with the decade of complaint finally dying out with little more than a murmur and a realm of new, ever expanding possibilities permeating the air - It smells like the future, and the real one this time. It smells of evolution.

Often, a proper guide; a catalyst, is in order, to light the darkness of the simply unknown.

Madman Atomic Comics is a flare in a labyrinth of confused memories and a feverishly evolving beast in a new world of its own creation.

Growing up, in retrospect, always included these little flashes of resonance when you experience a tiny sliver of certain things, and it leaves a little sear in your headmeats forever; its always there, waiting for you to water it. Ive always loved that.

I remember seeing Madman a fair bit growing up, in wizard ads and comicshops and in toy form and all that, and the wonderfully simple design of his character left such a sear, to be continued over 10 years later.

So here i am, this book filled with stardust in my hands and so many layers working in unison its fucking staggering.

Michael Allred both writes and draws this, which is something i have an IMMENSE respect for, and Laura Allred, his wife, is the equally amazing colorist without which so much of the soul would be absent. Think like 40's or 50's scifi transplanted to now with colors so vibrant they melt your eyes and line weights so perfect it boggles your mind, and you start to get an idea of whats going on here. Its nonstop experimental panelwork, styles and storytelling the whole time. Theres a 17 page sequence of Madman searching through nothing trying to find what he and it is and why and what he has to do with it. Well every panel of these pages is him viewing himself from outside perspectives of himself, and each is in a different recognizable style of iconic artists and timelines of the last fifty years, all done flawlessly. I dont want to get sperm all over my mouth here, but id go as far as to say with some confidence that its one of the most brilliant comic sequences ive ever seen. I got chills.

And yeah, when i find something i really like, i fucking ramble and ramble about it, but thats because when you find something that attaches to your spine and changes you, you want to make it available to everyone, just in case it enriches someone else when they need it.

So hopefully my hooey and tom foolery will have seared a bit of Madman into your braingoo hive, like a little timebombed seed.

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Be safe tonight guys, but refuse to hold back.
I'll see you on the other side. <3

Thursday, December 24, 2009

::jumps into the wintery aether::

Manifesting for a sec today to wish any lost soul reading this over christmas a splendid one.

Off to family now, looking strangely forward to it.

Ready your jet packs, 2010 is nearly here.

See you soon <3

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Readin.



So i picked this one up the other day since i've seen it on many a "greatest comics of the decade" lists this week via whitechapel.

Its about pure, magical, first love.

Just read it and remember way back when love was the strongest concept you could possibly imagine.

Art & Science



A rant of truth by Ariana Osborne.

2009 is dying.

Oof.

I just read a post by Warren Ellis in which he details how the year 2009, full of rage and fear of soon becoming extinct, is attempting to kill him before the last box on the calendar is over and done with.

It's here.

Well i'm beginning to believe him. This month my mother had surgery on her left eye; then had it again to fix what they fucked up the first time. Right now she can only partially see from it, and shes been out of commission for weeks so i've had to pick up the extra tab on things. No matter the technology existing, it all comes down to whether you have enough money to rent it, and moneys tight. Also today i learned that i'm going to be evicted because my room mate(and little brother) has a exponentially growing drug problem that i've really been too self involved to give proper attention to. I dont care about the place, but i should be watching out for him better, and I intend to.

Anyway, thats how the great wave is, and it should provide some fertilizer for TRIBE. Even still, i'll be glad to watch this year die away and for the next to blossom brightly.

Fuck you 2009.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

a little something with a background


click for bigbig

enjoy your saturday night meatbags <3

Friday, December 18, 2009

drawling parade

So like i said ive been using pretty much all my free time to draw to limber up for TRIBE. Everything; people places and things, lots of stuff im not used to drawling.

Heres some from the last few days:




(gotta point out the scanner darkened the hell out of this one^)





there are more here, click click.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Readin



Almost finished with the newest paper ramblegem from Warren Ellis, jammed with articles, stories, reviews and drunken ramblings from the man, fed to you as neat little nuggets.

Brilliant stuff.

Buy here, its 15 bucks.

Now

I feel like ive stepped out of a multimonth hibernation this week.

The numbness is gone, so all the mincey, hollow projects ive been pushing forward to stay too busy to think about the last however many months will halt to make room for something ive been adding bits to for months and that ive wanted to do since forever but never had the material.

So i dont want to lay too much out because once i set up expectations to meet the pressure makes it a job and can affect the piece-

-But what i will tell you is that drawing output will shoot up in the upcoming weeks because i need to limber the fuck up if im going to draw and write(with the help of ClonT) a multibook comic series(at least a miniseries) called TRIBE.

Present day, a dying city, class segregation, monumental consumerism, aggressively expanding gated communities, filth, love, money, power and a massive tribe of conflicted young people right in the middle of it.

Its looking to be a nice outlet for personal shit since its now coming in waves, and i got an idea yesterday about a little bit of audience participation(since ill most likely post new bits every week or two, freakangels status) from time to time.

Still worldbuilding it, but its getting meaty.

Im excited and nervous <3

Saturday, December 12, 2009

new stuff on the morrow

deathly ill for days, with a heavy chance of bum showers.

determined to scrape my way out of bed tomorrow and tinker in the webosphere.

until then loves, this is bonesandrobots, from what i hear.

beepboopbeep.

Monday, December 7, 2009

ch-ch-ch-ch-check it

When WeWereHere dropped a month or so ago, there was a lot of bloody, personal shit hitting the fans here at B&R, so we didnt really give the proper time nor effort to talk about what was really a pretty massive project for us.

So lets now then, shall we?

Ok so background. Sometime last year I had an idea to get a large group of people together(most of whom were SR chaps) and circulate sketchbooks to one another, adding to them as they come and sending them along. After figuring all the details, we realized that it wouldve been very complicated and expensive(though id still like to set up a mutated version at some point) to send 50+ sketchbooks all over the world in a circle, even after detailing a continental hub system and all that, it was just too much.

While we were right in the midst of looking at our options, SR died. Out of nowhere, hacked to bits and disappeared. This severed the only connection most of us had to one another, and since the entire project was being handled there, we lost everything. No real names, no emails, no web sites, no trails, nothing, just memories. My magical friend Bloo let me know about a small street art site that many of the SR refugees were landing at called Concrete-Canvas. This was the age of the ridiculous online streetart site war things.

Jesus thats another story, but such a mentally handicapped one that if you werent there youll never hear about it from any reliable source.

Anyway, a fair bit of us eventually concentrated at CC, and Lament(who was then a growing part of my life, and another story) and I decided that the next best thing to the sketchbook roundabout would be to collect work from everyone and compile it into book format and everyone could just order one for much cheaper than shipping a sketchbook around the world would have been, by far, and way easier than 50+ of them at once.

So a few months and way too many prototypes(including a discontinued hard cover version, of which like 4 exist) later, Concrete Canvas: The Sketchbook was born. It was crazy and fun and amazing and it was so cool to get the response we got and to include so many really great artists and meet so many neat new people and it was just really a time for celebration, for we had actually done it.


preview

So once we saw the support people were giving to the book, we decided to do another, with all new people. There was talk of doing one every 2 or 3 months like a bimonthly artbookmagthing, but it just didnt happen at the time(although Inkflow 3 seems like a pleasant idea now). Most of the handling was done on the revamped SR forum, so a name change was in order(plus the fact that we got sick of hearing "Hell yeah! Concrete-Canvas is awesome for putting together that book!!!!1!11one!" You bastards.) So another few months of tedious work and Inkflow vol. 2(CC: The Sketchbook vol. 2) was born a bloody, vaginal birth; sleeker and more finely tuned than the last; we knew what we were doing.


preview

Splendid words and support were still at our backs, it was wonderful to be a part of. It was then that the idea for a street book came up. We have to get as many creative people together that we can and compile all of the works into a sort of end of 2009 street art bible party time snapshot, featuring all the CC and Inkflow alumni as well as as much additional currently active streetheads as we can fit, dont we?

Why yes. Yes we do. A book to prove we were here.

As it turned out, after the announcement, we had collected so much work from so many people so quickly, that we had to change the size format from 7"x7", 80 pages to 8"x10", 120 pages, all mashed with an eclectic mix of streetart disciplines by hundreds of artists from all over the world. Old kids and new kids, people you know and know of, and people you dont. We got a few cool kids(Indigo, Seventenths, Shez and Bustart) to interview one another about themselves and the world, top it off with a wonderfully detailed custom-crafted cover by Lament, and youve got a giant printed collection of current and future Street Artists' works in 2009.

Bam, and now its all printed up and available to jam straight into your eyes, and any other orifice you wish.


preview

This is a year of street art in the world, and WeWereHere.

All of us, together.


-h

Monday ReFacings

Can you tell what ive been watching this week i wonder?



as a side note i didnt realize i hooked the wrong arm until it was done.

yep, i fudged it.

Good magic hour.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Colossus under construction

The clouds are rolling.



The clouds have finally rolled in today to equalize this plastic town. Theyre dark and heavy, ready to cry. Ive been allowing myself very very little sleep lately, i figured it would allow me to get a lot more work done but being a zombie 21 or even 24 hours a day isnt quite as good a system as being in a normal state of mind 16 or 18 hours a day, as a result, daywalking will be reintroduced shortly. Ive been going into town more to get it beneath my feet, but it leaves something to be desired, theres just nothing there.

The thing about trying to evolve and vamp art culture in a small town is that it has nothing to vamp, its all on you to create a scene from scratch.

I need some grenades.

Friday, December 4, 2009

evening moonbats

This is bonesandrobots.

terrible roadrunner isp blocked the web dimension again.

have a splendid weekend kids, fun things coming when i get a connection.

Good magic hour.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Ridepack!

Man, its pack week this week for me, tis the season!

This is from Ride, who you may recognize from Inkflow or WeWereHere or somewhere else entirely. Like Bmore, son!



Thanks a lot man, its almost time for a mega slap mission.

Check out Rides werk here.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

throw on a log


There seems to be holes in the mandatory wired consciousness time requirements i gave myself to keep this place going. its 9:45am and i havent slept, probably wont. The weeks been nice; received a desktop computron a bit faster than my laptop but with 5 times the space, tis now a mediatron fortress and my laptop orbits and docks it occasionally for its infofeedings. robobots recently coming to life and all that. barely any screws, would you believe it? just a mass of tabs keeping it together, its splendid; and alive from what i hear. no clouds for a long while, just dull blue skies forever. morning light interrupting things.

todays already like a dream, might as well ride it.

pleasant dreams today.

Noshipack!


A big pack o slaps and a badass tin :D

Thanks very much Noshi, supahcool as always.

Expect a prizeback.



Wander around behind her here.
(POST SOME WORK ON THE BLOG NOSH OR LINK ME TO SOME)

Late Monday ReFacings

Yep been busy busy all week, but heres some:



Tuesday, November 24, 2009

readin



transmetropolitan volume 4: the new scum

Ventura's WAV project.

Now for a little local news:



(renderings, i hope you knew that)


The city of ventura is nearing completion of its new WAV(WorkingArtistsVentura) building. It is to have 69 live/work spaces; 54 specifically built, priced and tailored to artists of all kinds; the other 15 priced to help the recently homeless get back on their feet. To offset the low costs of the artist spaces, there will sit 13 large, full-market priced condos atop the 4 story structure. The building also has a built-in main gallery for tenants to host shows and parties and shite whenever they want/need. On top of all that badassery, theres 6000 square feet of commercial space on the bottom floor that the city hopes will fill up with art stores, galleries, shops, cafes, jazz clubs, all that shit that comes with the culture.

And thats exactly what it is, a cultural planter; a grow your own arts district.

i say yes.

Good morning neurons.


lets make it a good one, shall we?
Ive always liked that when a paper gets a lot of marks on it it becomes something else, like a treasure map or a skeleton or an adventure.

Monday ReFacings

Oh hai, have some drawings on money.


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Flairs - Truckers Delight

Had to post this bit of brilliance.

Soap&Skin

Ok, so usually it goes like this: Theres a guy with a mechanical heart, the beat of the creature, then theres a girl with golden vocal cords, bringing a haunting softness to the creature and giving it words, its a formula i quite like, you always get the impression at first that shes there to keep the beast at bay, but the deeper you go the more often you realize that the beast is her. Lamb, The Knife, Olive, Bloem de Ligny, Esthero, early Bjork; they were all wide eyed, brilliant young songwriters with golden cords paired up with brilliant madmen with piles of electronic equipment.

Anyway, the rambling leads to this. Soap&Skin is another one of those creatures, but its not a 2 man operation, its a 19 year old girl, and she can fucking play.

You should listen to her new album, Lovetune for Vacuum. Its a mesh of strings and chunky beats.

Heres the first single, Thanatos:


soapandskin.com


i see the morning photons through the closed shades, i think it may be time to go to sleep.

good night meat sacks. good night soap&skin. good night moon.

good night.

Put the foil on the chest and prepare for mighty infodump

We live in an age that no longer shows signs of a technological/cultural telescopic nature, we are now in the age of the all powerful, constant flow of information; the right now, the quick and the dirty of self-imposed evolution, and the corrosion that running on broken legs brings with it.

Youre all neurons now, this is whats been happening in the last week or so in your world.

Implantable Silicon-Silk Electronics: The new highways of cyberizing.


IBM builds a supercomputer thats smarter than a cat.


Apple files a patent on a technology making adbombs possible on any device, anytime.


According to maths, there is something outside the boundaries of the universe.


London announces a massive architech cloud structure for the 2012 Olympics.


Scientists grow rabbit wangs in a lab.


The Pirate Bay tracker, shut down for good.


Russian bums found to have killed and partially eaten a man; sell the remainder to a kebab joint.


Peruvian gang kills people to sell their fat as cosmetics.


Macheteman jacks tacos from some guy.


The birdmen are near: Parachuting; without one.


First ever U.S. reefer cafe opens in Portland.



Womens Viagra created.




Bacon flavored popcorn exists.






This is a microsoft store in the year 2009:


and remember, keep away from that angeldust kids







So whats going on this week in your world? Electric veins, supercomputers acting as animal brains, the foundation of adbombs and infoclouds, human body harvesting, a death of a tracker and bacon flavored everything.

The year 2010 will be here in a little over a month, where are you?