nobunny loves you

ah, nobunny. while some might laugh at the campy-ness of wearing a mask onstage, those folks are denying themselves a great pleasure, which is pure rock n' roll. from the lo-fi garage pop power of love visions, to the slightly more refined yet still garage-y first blood - or on the many other singles, splits and alter-ego albums and collaborations - he demonstrates his songwriting prowess with infectious melodies under a punk rock glaze. obviously, i wholeheartedly endorse the man's music. i've even had the opportunity to converse with him while completely ignorant of his identity, which then yielded me a copy of love visions full of doodles of my face.
so that brings us here, dear readers, which is the consummation of this tale, an old big eye thrift-store rembrandt transmuted into a humble take on the man-behind-the-mask mythology. if you'd like to see the starting point, do a google image search for "maio harlequin boy"; i probably should do that with all my recycled arts, but i'm as lazy and human as the lot of ya.
oh, and mr. nobunny, if you see this, why not make it your next album cover for whatever project is popping out of that prolific wellspring of a jam-maker you call a head? i'd be deeply honored.

thalidomide

geez, every once in awhile i'll read something, or take in a movie or show that'll really have me empathizing with some poor wretch's plight- whether its port-o-wine marks, starvation or genocide- i'll start getting sensitive and politically correct.

 luckily, i'm not feeling that way today, and am in fact reminiscing about the first time i heard of the epidemic of thalidomide babies. you see, i was sitting next my good friend timmy crowe, and we immediately seized upon the notion of flipper babies as a springboard for some gutbusters. he still quotes me to this day, "put me in the water, ma!". i'd like to say that my sense of humor has evolved somewhat since my adolescence, but that'd be a bald faced lie - if only this piece had a button to make it burp or fart, i think i could call it my magnum opus.

 seriously, this work doesn't even have flippers, just one disproportionate claw. it was cobbled  together from a bunch of thrift store bric-a-brac and whats-its, and holy shit it lights up! far fucking out man!

  i really just wanted to say thalidomide/flipper babies a couple times. i apologize to any i've offended, and believe me, it's more sincere than any "we're sorry" that ever came from a drug company.

philly aids thrift

i just finished some production work for the philadelphia aids thrift, in the form of two signs advertising the 'dollar room'. they truly promote/support a noble cause, and the store is stocked full of genuine people and far-out second hand treasures. you should drop by and buy some stuff, or volunteer, or even donate things or money, DO IT. while you're there, you can check out these beauties on the second floor. the signs are 1" pine, acrylic paint, wood stain and polyurethane.

caturday

cats have seized control of my mind. first, i constructed, from scratch, a giant cat tower / condo / tree jawn. now, i memorialize them in acrylic paint on scrap wood.

classic subtlety

hey, i'm gonna have a show soon and need to crank out some freshies. half what you see on this blog was sold off at the last public exhibition, so it's off to work i go!

bikini atoll

sorry i haven't rapped at you in awhile, but i've been busy getting laid off and visiting far-off locales. this little slice of velvet was a gift from my friend rachel gallo, who's having an art show at sweet jane vintage, 1820 e. passyunk, in gorgeous south philadelphia, this august the 13th. methinks the shin-dig starts at 6pm and should include refreshments- check it out! rachel you can pick up this new and improved 2nd-hand treasure whenever you want.

meredith and kevin

kevin ludwig and meredith lynne devine rendered in big eye style. you're next.

letterpress

"I, Benjamin Franklin, of Philadelphia, printer, late Minister Plenipotentiary from the United States of America to the Court of France, now President of the State of Pennsylvania, do make and declare my last will and testament as follows:..."

think about the lifetime achievements of ben franklin, his numerous inventions, the establishment of the post office, yet the title that is first in his will is: printer. the graphic arts are near and dear to me,  and i've spent some time of late getting acquainted with his end of the trade, movable type. i can tell you that compositing and setting the type is a labor intensive, cursing the sky, journey into madness kind o' adventure.  i'm really just  a sucker for archaic, arcane shit. my partner in crime, dan platt, is the proud owner of a showcard press model se-5, a hernia inducing piece of iron on which we produced the mighty fest 8 poster-

i drew this guy and had a flexo plate made, which we mounted on mdf board to get that magical .918". stay tuned for some other fly posters we've made, and some new paintings, too.

until next time,

geoff

america the beautiful

i spent many a year criss-crossing this great land of ours, and one of the most ubiquitous roadside attractions is walmart. it's not an exaggeration  to say that walmart has gutted small town life in the united states ; as walmart was pleased to announce in 2010, 'no one will beat us on price' -no mom and pop shop can. even more important than voting is where and how you spend your money, so take a stand, albeit a small one, for common decency... don't shop at walmart.

the original painting was a gift from my beautiful wife, and is another paint-by-numbers masterpiece, complete with goodwill pricetags on the back. she sure knows the way to a man's heart..