Sunday, March 30, 2008

Pusy Gums Pwns The Physical Realm

DJ Douggpound and Pusy Gums Johnson. Together again for the first time. Little else can, or should, be said.

Just get yourself ready for the re-mix.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

"A modified heart, only with a mind, or brain"

Dear God of Production: please produce this in Region 1 encoding so I can bask in it daily on my North American system. Thank you.

Monday, March 24, 2008

All These Reputable Wallmates

Also in New York on April 2nd, "Lots of Things Like This," curated by Dave Eggers, will have its opening reception at Apexart, from 6 to 8 pm (I'll be stopping by early then bustling to Brooklyn for the afore-posted "Omega the Unknown" signing).

The show runs until May 10th, and though I've yet to see all the individual pieces involved, the cast is impressive (to put it mildly). That complete cast is:

Jean-Michel Basquiat, Leonard Cohen, David Berman, Ted Berrigan, Joe Brainard, Georges Braque, Jeffrey Brown, R. Crumb, Henry Darger, Marcel Duchamp, CM Evans, Shephard Fairey, David Godbold, Alasdair Gray, Philip Guston, Paul Hornschemeier, Jay Howell, Chris Johanson, Maira Kalman, Kenneth Koch, David Mamet, Quenton Miller, Tucker Nichols, Alice Notley, Ron Padgett, Raymond Pettibon, Dan Perjovschi, Amy Jean Porter, Steve Powers, Royal Art Lodge, Peter Saul, George Schneeman, Olga Scholten, David Shrigley, Shel Silverstein, Nedko Solakov, Ralph Steadman, William Steig, Saul Steinberg, Kurt Vonnegut

(Above: Kurt Vonnegut, Trout's Tomb, 2004)

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Omega in New York, Dartmouth

On April 2nd and 3rd, the gang behind Omega the Unknown will be convening on the east coast. April 2nd, the entire group (Jonthan Lethem, Farel Dalyrmple, Gary Panter, Karl Rusnak, and myself) will be signing at Rocketship in Brooklyn. The following day, Jonathan, Farel, and I will be hopping into a car and rolling toward Dartmouth College (whose motto "Vox clamantis in deserto", or, apparently, "a voice crying out in the wilderness," causes me concern... as does the fact that such a reputable school still can't spell me last name correctly), where James Sturm will moderate a discussion about... well, whatever it is that will spill out of our mouths. I look forward to making Ivy League-level fart jokes.

Friday, March 21, 2008

World Wide Nilsen

Speaking of Anders, be sure to stop by his fantastic new site, filled with a great mix of recent and past endeavors. And if you haven't seen Anders' cover for Simon Armitage's dramatization of The Odyssey, do yourself a favor: buy three, give two to friends. Everyone's a winner.

Ulysses in The Parisian Summer

With a nod to Anders, who posted some of his drawings for this show some time ago, I thought I'd post a few of the drawings I'll be presenting at our group show (Anders, Jeffrey Brown, and myself) at Galerie Anne Barrault this June in Paris.

Most of these are on the larger side (around 20x30") and serving as conceptual drawings for a planned book on Ulysses S. Grant. The book is years down the road, but when I was worrying over what to do for the show (the general theme of which is "Midwest"), I could think of few people more thoroughly Midwestern than good ol' Ulysses.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Another Way to Spell That Thing

For those that tire of attempting to piece together the many (some would argue superfluous) letters of my last name, this cover I've just finalized for the Korean edition of "Mother, Come Home" (complete with a wood pattern wrap-around band at the bottom) should offer an elegant solution. Or anyway, I think that's my name on there somewhere. For all I know, it says, "Horrible book! Avoid like the plague."

(Above, the book (back cover, spine, and front cover) with band; below, the book by itself)

End of a Space Odyssey

Farewell to Arthur C. Clarke, who warped millions of minds teaming up with Kubrick for "2001: A Space Odyssey." That cinematic icon seems to overshadow Clarke's contributions to the popularization of science and space exploration, and the nearly one hundred books he wrote, though they were massive achievements in their own right. All in all, an astronomical contribution from the son of a Minehead farmer.

Goodbye, Mr. Clarke.