As some of you may have noticed, I have a certain taste for… alternative culture. As such, I have more than a couple alternative friends who invite me to alternative events like Oddmall: Emporium of the Weird. It’s basically one giant event for dealers selling things like comics, postage stamp jewelery, duct tape bags with Pokemon designs, monocles, artificial severed limbs, sci-fi sculptures, wooden robots, and countless other things that you didn’t know existed, but now want to purchase for your home.
Tattoos in the midde of the hall were a bit of a surprise.
There was a guy selling nothing but sculptures with creepy baby faces.
I love this rocket ship sculpture. I hope shooting it from this angle made for a better photo.
For reasons I cannot describe, the fact that Optimus Prime support Pepsi makes me incredibly happy.
So, did you see those terrifying baby face sculptures up in the collage block? Well, Ari saw that booth too, and insisted on buying one. Not only that, but she couldn’t leave the Off The Wagon booth to go grab one, so I had to go get it for her. That’s right, I enables this:
And, on the off-chance that you still might be able to get to sleep tonight, I leave you with this:
I had an absolutely amazing time at the Kent Comic Arts Fest over the weekend. I even had this elaborate blog post to go with it, but wound up losing it due to some computer issues. I just wanted to put this up in the meantime though.
I took a few hours to go shoot Kent’s annual air show for Lost in Oscar Hotelthis weekend. Don’t forget to scroll over the photos; some have captions. Fun fact; I listened to Kenny Loggin’s Danger Zone on repeat while editing this shoot.
A pilot at the Kent Air Show. This photo became a part of the Lost in Oscar Hotel project.
I saw a nearby mother point to this decal and say to her kid “Look sweety, a camel!”
Four months ago I shot one of the Kent Community Dinners, and just this last week the story and photos made it to news print. I’m not entirely sure why it takes so long, but it’s definitely nice to see my work in physical print when I can.
I guess adulthood is a little like being back in elementary school in that being the one with the best toys goes a long way toward popularity. Turns out that the person who brings the light-up LED hula hoop is only slightly more popular than the guy who takes/ posts photos of the light up hula hoop. That puts me above when I actually was in elementary school and was the kid reading Harry Potter in the corner.
My friend Anna has a birthday coming up, and since she was the one who taught me the basics of the livetraceartIputonthesite, I thought that I would a new design just for the occasion. Problem is though, I have a tendency to go overboard, and made five. Now, I need some help from you guys to pick the best one. Just place your vote in the handy poll box. The winning print gets the honor of being an extra special birthday gift this Saturday. So be sure to vote, and if you’re feeling extra participatory, leave a comment down below telling me what you liked/hated about the designs above.
Things get a little dark for tonight’s post. It started when I noticed a butterfly in the grass while I was mowing and stopped to take photos. It stayed still enough for me to snap a few shots with my cell phone. When I saw it still wasn’t moving after that, I prodded it with a leaf. As the butterfly fell over it proved the poor creature was dead. I started to get up to resume mowing, but then it occurred to me that I would probably never have the opportunity to photograph a butterfly that won’t fly away ever again.
I gingerly picked up the butterfly with a dead leaf and walked it over to the nearest flowerbed. I propped it up in such a way that it would look like it was standing naturally. It became a sort of delicate balancing act to get it to stay in place. The legs are a giveaway though. When an insect dies, the legs curl up. If you look closely at the legs, the butterfly is actually standing on its knees instead of its feet.
While the photo itself feels a little morbid, I’ve seen way more twisted things in my modern art history class. Hell, almost every animal photographed before the early 1900s was stuffed since exposures could take as long as eight hours, and very few animals will sit still that long.
The post title itself is a reference to something I picked up in art history class too. The Memento Mori (Latin for a “reminder of death”) was a popular trope amongst Medieval and Renaissance artists. They would often include skeletons or a Grim Reaper in their paintings as a symbol of the inevitability of death. The term kept going through my mind as I posed the butterfly body on the dead flower, so I decided it was a fitting title.
So, there you go, in case awesome photos aren’t enough reason to come to the site, I now have lessons on insect biology and art history. What do you guys think; is the photo a bit too morbid, or is it permissible in this case for the creation of art? Let me know in the comments below.