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The Place-Based Architecture of Jeanne Gang

26 Sep

She won a MacArthur Genius Grant! That means $500,000, babies!!





12 Sep

My friend Sewon, whose lovely blog Maps and Fragments deserves its very own post(!), was right when she said “you might like this.” I do! I really do. Good work, Ji Hyun Yu.

The Black Apple

5 Sep

Emily Martin’s The Black Apple is one of my longest-running blog loves. Her art is part wistful, part spooky, and part cute. And recently her circus-inspired works have been reminding me of Geek Love. Emily’s recipes/crafting/fashion/decorating skillz inspire me.

This is Emily:

Here are some of her paintings (inexpensive prints, lockets, diaries and things available at her shop)!



Julia Dzikiewicz at the Art Prison!

2 Sep

The former prison in Lorton, Va recently got turned into the FREEĀ Workhouse Arts Center. I used to get so freaked out being driven by the prison as a kid, so now I love walking through the art-filled hallways and cells that used to hold the gruesome SOMEONE’S-IN-THE-BACKSEAT(!) serial killers of my imagination.

Julia Dzikiewicz is one of my favorite artists there, partially because her work is thoughtful, but mostly because it’s colorful and kind of scary. Here’s some of her stuff:

"Transformation by Nosebleed"



Little Odd Forest

26 Aug

This is Lynda Lye from Singapore, who totally does everything herself for these amazing products.

Here are some of the things she makes:

Katie Turner Illustrates Cute Boys

25 Aug

MORE CUTE BOYS. She has a nice flickr of her work, including her thesis for Parsons on cute boys. (The first and last images below are from that set.) Woah.

blood feast

growing up, then going home

gimme brains

how to win her love

roller girl

boy and his dog

Melanie Bilenker’s Creepy Cool Hair Art

23 Aug

Melanie says on her website:

The Victorians kept lockets of hair and miniature portraits painted with ground hair and pigment to secure the memory of a lost love. In much the same way, I secure my memories through photographic images rendered in lines of my own hair, the physical remnants. I do not reproduce events, but quiet minutes, the mundane, the domestic, the ordinary moments.

Like these: