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Alexa Meade

Alexa Meade is a 24 year-old artist who has innovated a Trompe-L’Oeil painting technique that can perceptually compress three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional plane. Her work is a fusion of installation, painting, performance, photography, and video art.

Rather than painting a representational picture on a flat canvas, Meade paints her representational image directly on top of her three-dimensional subjects. The subject and its representation become one and the same. Essentially, her art imitates life on top of life.

Meade’s approach to portraiture questions our understanding of the body and identity. Meade coats her models with a mask of paint, obscuring the body while intimately exposing it, creating an unflinchingly raw account of the person. The painted second skin perceptually dissolves the body into a 2D caricature. The subjects become art objects as they are transformed into re-interpretations of themselves. In turn, the models’ identities become altered by their new skin, embodying Meade’s dictated definition of their image to the viewer.

Meade’s project plays on the tensions between being and permanence. The physical painting exists only for mere hours and is obliterated when the model sheds its metaphorical skin. What endures is an artifact of the performance, a 2D photograph extracted from the 3D scene. The photographic presentations create a tension between the smoothness of the physical photographs and the tactility of the painted installations captured within them, blurring the lines between what is depicted and depiction itself.

To view her latest work, check Alexa’s Flickr page. And her web-site.


Jeremy Geddes

The White Cosmonaut, artwork by Jeremy Geddes.
Jeremy Geddes is based in Melbourne where he spends his time creating photo realistic paintings that portray extremes in emotion. He’s been published in several books and magazines, picking up a Spectrum Gold Award for his comic cover Doomed #4. He was born in NZ, but grew up in Geelong, these days he lives in Brunswick, Melbourne. He’s been painting full time since 2003, before that he’s working in video game development, and before that art school…. Very interesting Interview with Jeremy Geddes, read the full Interview with Jeremy at Australian Edge.

Jeremy Geddes for magazine Schön! 9, text by Sarah Fox.

Check his blog and web-site.

Valentin Podpomogov

I’ve met Valya when I was around 10 years old, I remember him very well, he’s an amazing painter from Armenia.
Here’s the story about Valentin Podpomogov, the story I read from his site, very inspiring and interesting.
Valentin Podpomogov is not an immigrant. Most likely, he will never be. It’s his pictures that are migrating to America: in Los Angeles alone there are already more than a dozen of them.
He lives where he was born – Yerevan, the city where he was born. His second name reveals that his father was Ukrainian – it’s his mother who was Armenian — he considers himself to be a refined Armenian. People in Yerevan say about him: “Valushka? He’s the salt of Armenia”, or “those who don’t know Podpomogov, don’t know Armenia”. Yes, he is an Armenian artist; every cell in his body has absorbed the country’s essence, its culture, pride and pain. But let’s look at his story from the beginning.

Valentin was born long ago. In 1924. He grew up something of an idler, a loafer who was reluctant to study. He even boasts of how he was kept back in fourth grade for an extra year, before, to his relief, he was expelled. Since then he never misses a chance of telling people that he has a fourth grade education. And as regards to literacy “our Valushka” is the second Pirosmanishvili (but only not regarding the style of painting — he is not a primitive, but even as some people assert, which by the way I do not agree with, he is the Armenian Rembrandt). But a fourth grade education never stopped him from becoming the art director of the Yerevan city soviet.
Yet painting was not his first love: His biggest artistic passion always was cinema (though even that came second after drinking and carousing, at which he was an unsurpassed master). For almost all his life Valya worked in the ”Armenfilm” film studio as art director, creating a series of beautifully designed films. It was in this field that we met, when, just after graduating from the Art-Theatrical institute, I was made his assistant. The world of cinema seemed like a fairy tale for me – made more unreal by the fact that I was working with Podpomogov. I was very proud that my teacher at the institute was the venerable sculptor Ara Sarkissian, whose monumental statues embellish the squares of Yerevan. But the training that I got with Podpomogov gave me more than all the five years at the institute. He was a heaven-sent artist, who never needed to study the teaching of anyone. You should have seen him sketching plans for film sets!

After getting his fee two months before filming began, he would immediately go on a spree. A week would pass…then another …a month – and Valya, as he would say himself – won’t “dry up”. It could seem to the people around him that he was merely carousing. But somewhere, under his skull there was serious work going on – the idea of the appearance of a future film was being born, thought over and finally polished. And finally, a week, sometimes even a day before the due time Valya would sit in front of the plane-table. And the compositions would-flow on the paper from under his hand, appearing in such detail, that these would seem to be a photograph. He seemed to be a genius at these moments, a conduit of the heavenly powers. He was working like that 20 years ago, and he lives and works the same way now. And, by the way, he believes in parallel worlds, higher state of consciousness, the supernatural, in the way that only “connected” ones can believe – the geniuses and big talents. Podpomogov was a friend to the whole of Yerevan. People of different professions, ages, and views would come to him. Beside him, they would feel themselves to be in a different dimension. And if he was in the right mood they would laugh till they were exhausted.
Valya, a man of weak constitution, almost feeble – “elegant-compact”, was bald from youth. But he never had any complex about it; on the contrary, he always played up his appearance. He permanently had a beret or a cap hiding his bald head, but he never misses a chance to demonstrate it with pride. And when for example he puts an old, crumpled hat and pulls it down over his eyes, and wears four gloves on his hands and feet and starts to jump over the room and screech pretending to be a scared monkey, everyone will be laughing like a drain.
Valya was always sick of preciosity and stiffness, he would always think of a trick or a joke to shock people. And his tricks were endless. It’s not accidentally that his close friend for years was “the great joker” Henri Hovhanessian, the director of the comedy film “Three plus Two”. Valya has congenital heart disease. “No disease can kill me” – he says –“I am preserved in alcohol”.
Another time an emergency was called for him, and the doctor asked worriedly “Patient, what do you feel?”(and Valya’s heart is pounding wildly, with intermission). And the “patient”, pretending to be a drummer started to beat on the table with his hands a discordant tattoo, demonstrating his heart rhythm. Or, another time, when he was writhing in pain on the floor with renal colic, he gave the doctor a tricky question “Doctor, is this cancer?”
“No, my dear, it’s only stones,” comforted the doctor.
“Stones?”, -asked Valya, comically, cunningly squinting his eyes. “And what’s under the stones?”
Whenever he was put in hospital it became a party for the whole staff. Once, hospitalized over Easter, he decorated amazingly beautiful eggs for all of them, and a poster appeared over the doors – painted with typographical perfection — with the following text: “Soviet Union patients are the healthiest patients in the world!”
For two third of his life, Valya did everything but paint. Cinema, cartoons, layout and design work. He was also an unsurpassed master of decorative design. And taking into consideration, that he created everything at the last moment before the deadline, you can imagine how nervous and angry the leadership of the republic became trying to catch him before the May and November holidays. His endless fantasy and creativity had no boundaries.

The best grave monuments in Yerevan cemetery are either personally made by Valya or based on his sketches. There is so much elegance, taste and mastery in everything that the hand of this seemingly unserious joker-idler has touched. Everything is made with his hands both in his house and studio. A fireplace with an embossed bas-relief of Prometheus, a bar decorated with theatrical masks and a huge lobster in the center; stair-patterned balusters. Style? Fin-de-seicle eclecticism with a hint of Middle Ages. Real ancient weapons on the walls. Until Valya got a studio – and he didn’t have one for quite a longtime – his flat served as one. His wife and two children had to huddle in the corners of the flat, and the center of the living room was constantly occupied by the workbench. The floors were covered with sawdust, spots of paint and glue. Folks tolerated everything without a sound, I would say devoutly. It seemed that something unspoken was floating in the air: Everything is permissible to Valya – he is a genius.
And when he finally got a studio – a damp basement without windows or doors, but with rats — and started to turn it into a masterpiece, he absolutely forgot that he had a home and a family. He lived and worked there. And his folks would come and visit him there. Though he would come home on family occasions…with a bunch of friends in tow. For many years we were persuading him to start painting seriously. But he would refuse. But finally we managed to persuade him. He had lived a full half century by then. (He went even better than Van Gogh, who started to paint when he was already quite mature, but never even lived to Valya’s fifties). He painted an amazingly expressive sad monkey, and called it “Nostalgia”. His-monkey astounded the whole of Yerevan. Since then, Valya has done nothing but paint. Though he doesn’t paint as much as we’d like, and that’s not because he’s working hard and thoroughly on each painting. On the contrary, he does everything very quickly, everything comes easily to him (and even if he has difficulties, nobody knows about them). The reason is that his drinking and socializing still comes first. His principle is: friendship – is a round the clock notion. And the doors of his studio are never closed – despite his huge, black, satanic looking dog. Valya adores dogs. Many years ago he had two boxer dogs. And when one of them was run over, the best doctors of the city, the best surgeons, all of them his close friends, carried out the surgery on his dog at his apartment, on his dining table. Valya is rich in friends, who are attracted to him by his great charm. Today, in his studio, you can meet filmmakers and composers, doctors and artists, scientists and young actors and actresses… Now they all respectfully style Valya “the maestro”, but speak to him the same friendly way. And, knowing Valya’s temper, this old fashioned and high-flown word brings smile to peoples’ faces.
Valya has dug more space under his studio and built there a medieval “bar of horrors” for friends, complete with glowing skulls and scary masks, among which is one made by me – the mask of Yama – the Indian god of death. Oh, the talent of Valya Podpomogov! It’s usually vain to try to tell about paintings with words. They must be not just “looked at”, but seen and understood and lived. But Podpomogov’s paintings are somewhat different. His paintings can be “told” like Shakespeare’s plays. All the paintings that I will tell you about (and those which I won’t manage to tell about as well) were born before my eyes. He would come to my studio to share with an idea, start making sketches, always emotional and inspired. Then he would disappear for some time and then appear again – this time to call me to see his idea, finally realized in oils.
He paints in the style of the “old masters”. Color is secondary for him: his palette is mainly silver-gray. The most important thing is the idea. And everything is subjected to the idea – the line, the shape, the style. His paintings are entire philosophical treatises, I would say mystical, full of inner strength and drama.
Here for example on the big canvas we see a most monumental work of human hands – conglomeration of nations and cultures, a conical tower, with temples and pyramids of Egypt at the foot ….higher are Armenian Christian temples and a lovingly detailed image of Zvartnots on a cloud… The tower ends with crystals of modern skyscrapers, stretching to the sky. Above the tower, like a crown of thorns, is an atomic mushroom cloud, which has killed all the creators of this grand monument, built over many millennia. Swarms of rats (which are not afraid of radiation) are rushing to the deserted buildings. Mea Culpa.
Here are two mighty iron oxen dragging a plough, trying to turn bare rock – this is the symbol of Armenia, tilled with hard work. “Strana Hajastan” (“Country Armenia”).
Valya thinks that friendship can also enslave. And he created a wonderful painting, encased in an ancient oval bronze frame. “In memory of a friend”. A skull of a noble horse with a long, carefully brushed mane is painted with a touching expressiveness, like a traditional social portrait. There is a bridle on the skull with a loop hang on a hook and a horseshoe on the wall. What are these? Weapons of power or love?

“Funeral of God” – this is the original title; the painting appeared in catalogues as Perpetual Motion. Covered with capes, bow-backed more with grief than the burden, endless figures of people, stretching to the horizon, are carrying the crucified Jesus. We see only his feet and the strong beam of light, radiating from Jesus to the sky.
Valya uses the theme of God in his works several times, never recurring the same way twice. Each time he finds new solution, different from anything and anyone.
“Crucifix” – only the shell, the excoriated skin of the crucified body is floating in the air. The soul has flown away, as a bird from a destroyed nest.
Jesus on his knees is painted as detailed as a self-portrait (actually it is a self-portrait). There are tears in Jesus’ eyes. Hands are stretched-to the audience with a silent reproach full of pain: “People! What have you done with the World entrusted to you?”
“The Last Supper” – light is pouring from above, and the shadow of Jesus already has the crown of thorns on its head. Instead of 12 Apostles on the left and on the right of Jesus there are candles and their shadows on the walls are of people in capes. One of the candles has gone out and smokes, the wisps wrapping around Jesus. This is certainly Judas.
The candle is a permanent element of Valya’s paintings, a sparkle of hope, even in the most tragic, desperate situation.

An apotheosis of the “symphony” of candles can be found in the painting “Immortality”. Imagine a rocky road at night, stretching to the sky. And only candles on the road, as strolling people are shimmering as stars in distance. The burnt candle-ends on the foreground have merged into a solid mass, and naked human bodies are visible in it. And a transparent mighty candle burns over all of this, all along the height of the vertical canvas. This is a hymn to the genius of mankind. Valya has dedicated this picture to his adored Shakespeare, maybe because he is also a little bit of a Shakespeare himself.
Podpomogov’s pictures are usually a protest against injustice in all its manifestations. “Struggle”. One more Crucifix? Yes. But this time the Nature is crucified on the Crucifix of Civilization made of concrete. A naked dry tree is writhing in its death throes, sinking the roots into the crackled earth. It is still alive, it is still struggling.
Valya considers the frame to be an indispensable part of the picture; its mounting but also its continuation. That’s why he makes them himself. He can reproduce the texture of any material. If smoke – it visually flows weightless and even smells like smoke. If cinder – it seems to burn if you touch. Because of this, he’s dismissed by some critics as a mere craftsman, comparing him reproachfully with Shilov.

Podpomogov was deeply affected by the Armenian Genocide of 1915. He dedicated several pictures to this. The most monumental of these is the “Requiem”. A huge canvas. Pieces of ruined buildings standing on flagstones (signs of civilization). A miraculously spared temple — or rather its framework — in the distance. A mighty, half broken bell overthrown on the foreground. Wind is stirring up clouds of dust. The site of fire is still smoking, making us, the watchers, participants of that time, that tragedy. The black sky is hanging over the desecrated Earth. But in the very center, a heavenly window has opened from between the clouds, and a divine light is pouring vigorously on Earth.

When the troubles in Sumgait and Karabagh began, Podpomogov dedicated to a series of emotionally saturated, grand and mournful, and certainly very specific paintings, to these events.
It’s hard to associate Podpomogov’s works and their subjects with the image of the person who creates them – the idler, the debauchee, the joker. Which is the real one? As a biographical note I could say: of course the one in his works. As an artist, he is lonely and dark in the depths of his soul. And his real inside being is expressed in his works. And the rest – is a mask…masquerade… disguise. But I won’t say anything of the kind. Because I know him too well and for too long. He is equally sincere and “acts himself”, both when he makes his friends to to exhaustion, or creates paintings full of tragedy, which make you shiver and fear for the future of mankind. An interesting detail – whatever Valya paints (and he never paints from a model), in every work he paints himself, whether it is his famous sad monkey in “Nostalgia” , or the “Homer”, sitting comfortable in the keyhole, kneeling Jesus or the victim of the Nazi concentration camp (“Consecration”), shot through the head. These are all Valya, easily recognizable. Different everywhere, but always touching, tragic and grand in his universal loneliness.
The bronze “Fire keeper” over his fire place and the Virgin with child ( he painted it for the Holy See at Echmiadzin – but the Catholic’s decided in the end that Mary’s eyes were too “wild”, too sinful), and the crucified skin of Jesus – have similar hands and feet – those of his, Valya’s.

A big round hall is given over to Podmomogov’s paintings in the museum of contemporary art in Yerevan. Most of the biggest Armenian collectors have his paintings. From the very beginning, in the times of the convertible “hard trouble”, they were sold for foreign currencies and the prices for them flewup. The cheapest ones now cost several thousand dollars. Today, Podpomogov is considered to be the most successful living artist in Armenia.
People come to buy his works from Europe and America, try to smuggle them through the customs. And here, in LA, there are even some fakes, passed off as Podpomogov’s original works.
The art critic Henry Igitian, in his foreword to Valya’s catalogue, calls him a man of a bygone generation. I cannot agree with that, and I amsure that Valya himself does not agree with that. He may be one according to the years he has lived, but not according to his spirit. And to disprove his words I will tell about the last “trick” of our maestro. There was a rumor between Armenians in LA, that Valya had died. I and my husband rushed to call him at home. His daughter,Zheka, told us, that the rumors about his death were somewhat exaggerated, but Valya was in the hospital. We called him to the hospital. And what did we hear? “Congratulate me!” – He shouted into the phone – I got married! We are spending a marvelous time here in hospital!”

Remember, Rubens married Helena Furman, when he was 55, and she was 17. Valya went better than the great Rubens. He is 72 in April! And his darling, who has amazing eyes (Valya had a weakness for beautiful women eyes for all his life), is a youthful girl who came five years ago to his studio, and stayed there – having fallen madly in love with him. They live together till now in that damp and cold basement, where in winter time frost glistens on the walls.

Text by Eleonora Mandalian, read also Press about Maestro Valya, please, visit his web-site.

Moxy Creative House

The amazing guys over at Moxy Creative House have created these great posters, illustrating cult movies ‘Dress the Part’ or their latest ‘Framework’ collection highlighting the most iconic men’s eye-wear of the last 100 years. This series includes a compilation posters featuring 28 of the most iconic glasses from male personalities in music, film, entertainment, and politics.
‘Dress the Part’


and ‘Cheers’ for the 2010 World Cup

Check all the others posters from ‘Cheers’ choose a country yourself.
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Mapping Stereotypes

Really stunning and fun!
An Graphic Designer Slash Visual Artist, his name is Yanko Tsvetkov.

He works as a freelance graphic designer, illustrator and photographer with more than 10 years experience in digital image creation, editing and design services for advertising agencies, private clients and educational organizations. He is also specialized in web design (HTML and CSS). In his free time, he enjoy working on concept art projects. Currently lives in London, UK.
Have a look, there ‘Where he lives’

‘Europe According to USA’

‘Europe According to The Vatican’

‘South America According to USA’

‘Europe According to Germany’

‘Europe According to Russia’

‘Europe According to France’

‘Europe According to Poland’

‘Europe According to Italy’

‘Italy According to Posh Italians’

‘Europe According to Bulgaria’

‘Europe According to Britain’

‘Europe According to Gay Men’

So, check his website!

Dalton Ghetti

Reflecting on his childhood in Brazil, Dalton M. Ghetti recalls that most children carried either a penknife or razor blade to sharpen their pencils. At eight years of age, Ghetti began incising the wooden shafts of his pencils with intricate geometric patterns, prefiguring his later focus on carving pencil lead. Ghetti’s work with pencils is part of the complex, worldwide phenomenon of miniature carving, with examples as diverse as American prison inmates carving aspirin, and the Chinese carving poetry on human hair. Ghetti’s subject matter reflects on both his employment as a carpenter and his personal experiences. Hammer reproduces the common carpenter’s tool, as well as referencing carpentry itself by using a carpenter’s pencil as its medium. The traumatic events of 9/11 resulted in the minimal, yet powerful work Twin Towers, which conveys a sense of meditative memorial, despite its small scale. —R.K

Born and raised in Brazil, Dalton M. Ghetti came to the U.S. as a young adult. He earned an associate degree in architecture from Norwalk Community Technical College and makes a living as a carpenter and house remodeler. For more than a decade, Ghetti has been carving tiny, intricate objects on pencil points. His solo exhibitions in Connecticut include Silvermine Guild Arts Center, New Canaan (Director’s Choice exhibition); Lockwood-Mathews Mansion Museum, Norwalk; the Fairfield Arts Council; and ArtEx Gallery, Stamford Museum and Nature Center. A member of Silvermine Guild of Artists, his work has been featured on several Web sites for drawing enthusiasts, including the blogs Pencil Revolution and Cardboard Monocle.

Cédric Rivrain

Paris-based artist Cédric Rivrain has been drawing since the age of 18 and has illustrated and designed for prestigious fashion houses including John Galliano, Martine Sitbon and Yazbukey. He grew up in a medical environment and combines this background with his fashion experience to create more personal work, opening up a door into delicate and dreamy scenes that feature self-portraits and depictions of friends such as Natasha Ramsay, Olympia Le-Tan, Masha Orlov, Charlotte Chesnais, Lily Cole and Chloé Sevigny.
The significance the anatomical plays for him can be seen in the band-aids adorning some of his subjects, it’s all that is covering their bodies or faces, as Cédric favours nudes over designer clothing. Through bandage and dissection he distances himself from fashion to uncover its inherent beauty. Drawings is his first solo exhibition at the Brachfeld Gallery in Paris and he has previously shown at Maria Luisa, Le Bon Marché and Christie’s and contributed to publications as diverse as Tokion, Numéro and A magazine.
To read the interview from DazedDigital.

Cédric Rivrain for Maison Michel Spring–Summer 2010.
Since 1936, the Maison Michel has continued to perfect its art. Creating hats for the most prestigious studios, it is recognised today for its vast capacity to explore shapes and materials.
Laetitia Crahay, Head of accessories and jewellery at CHANEL and Artistic Director of the Maison Michel, has designed since 2006 Ready-to-Wear hats and hair accessories. Fresh and seductive, with a strong identity, and perfectly in the spirit of the times, her creations have already become essentials.
Between an ultra-feminine refinement and a rock spirit, the 2010 Spring-Summer collection revisits a large repertoire of classic shapes, from wide-brimmed hats to top hats, boaters and trilbys. Accessories, headbands and jewels for the hair unite feathers, lace, pearls or chains and blur the lines with humour.
Talented illustrator Cédric RIVRAIN brings the collection, worn by Laetitia’s friends, to life.
Discover a selection of hats and hair accessories of the Spring–Summer 2010 and previous collection.

Cédric Rivrain‘s and Maison Michel‘s website.

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