That feeling when you discover an artist who you simply have to tell people about is one of the best feelings. My excitement fires off on all cylinders, and I want to share my discovery as quickly as possible.The work of Swan Bones is enchanting to the point you don't want to step away from… Continue reading Swan Bones
Etsy is a treasure trove of creative souls. I can happily spend hours slipping in out and out of stores. I firmly believe that it's one of the best places to go if you have a desire to discover a new artist. I'm currently enamored with Foxnest.
I am one of these people who feeds on fear. I relish being terrified, and attempt on a daily basis to hunt down film, art, music and places in the world outside that will set my pulse racing, and leave me on edge for at least a day or so. The art of Sam Wolfe… Continue reading Master Of The Night – The Art Of Sam Wolfe Connelly
Paper is beauty, pure, simple beauty. I go nuts over a pile of new, white printer paper, so imagine my euphoria when I found myself face to face with the work of Maude White, an artist who takes paper, cuts it and creates magic.I have great respect for paper. When I cut, the thin membranous… Continue reading Intricacy
This will sound most bizarre (remember which site you're on) but when I look at this selection of work from Dutch artist Aline Eras, I feel as though I have a hair ball stuck in my throat, that keeps trying to make it's way up into my mouth, to wrap itself around my teeth. I've… Continue reading Hair In My Throat
Connecting with a piece of art is one of the finest pleasures in life. Connecting with a collection of art is an almost overwhelmingly glorious experience. Elise Mahan has rubbed stars, ice, forests and handfuls of northern light into the four chambers of this heart of mine.
I'm quite enamored by the work of monster maker D.L Marian and think that the top sculpture looks scarily like myself, though her dress is way cooler than anything I have in my wardrobe.
Oh the fuck k. Darla Jackson may I ask where you've been when I've had money in my pocket? My heart is currently hanging out through the hole it burst through.
'Harbour' by the one and only Polly Morgan.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 