sammy slabbinck – “toe dipper” (2017)

“Toe dipper”. Original paper collage by Sammy Slabbinck, 2017.

Sammy Slabbinck (°1977) renders dynamic collage prints & original paper collagescombining  found imagery with contemporary compositional styles. The images are cut up into pieces and redistributed, playing with exaggeration and proportions .Other times, the images are placed in a reverse context, juxtaposing modern ideals with traditional states of mind.

More collage work HERE.

maud octallinn – super fière sur mon bulldozer (2017)

From “EN TERRAIN TENDRE”, Maud Octallinn’s first album. Download it HERE.

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VIDÉO
Réalisation : Vincent Pianina et Bertrand Sallé

MUSIQUE
Texte et musique : Maud Octallinn
Avec l’aide de : Laurent Sériès (percussions et bruitages) Enregistrement, mixage et mastering : Igor Moreno

amy leibrand

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“My name is Amy Leibrand. I reside deep in the suburbs of Columbus, Ohio. I am a science writer. This is just a fancy way of saying I take data and summarize it.”

Read more of this interview and see more of her work and some of her compositing techniques HERE.

Amy’s own website is also well worth checking out, HERE. This is excerpted from her artist’s statement:

“My work shifts between visceral, uncomfortable, intimate self-portraits and surreal travel narratives; by nature, I am a wanderer, both in body and in mind. Colossal legs that dwarf a desert, forest, mountain landscape reveal the discomfort I feel in my surroundings, and the endless search for satisfaction, perhaps even a nod to escape. Turning the camera on myself, self-portraits illustrate the endless conflict between internal and external dialogue: pretty versus ugly, fearless versus cowardly, and so on. Using subtle odd, dreamlike, humoristic and disturbing elements, my intent is to objectify not only my own emotions, but those of the viewer. I want the viewer to become part of my work, as their reaction has as much to do with the art as the artwork itself.”

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ella jara – phoenix of the sabbathi

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This is a page taken from FLEURZINE, a zine curated and illustrated by Julia Mary Grey. You can go and download this beautiful work of art for free on her site, HERE.

The name was inspired by Fleurmach, and six pieces of writing from this blog appear in the publication. This piece is by Fleurmach contributor NoHolyCows.

amilcar patel – in the long hot aftermath of liberation

long hot aftermathThis is a page taken from FLEURZINE, a zine curated and illustrated by Julia Mary Grey. You can go and download this beautiful work of art for free on her site, HERE.

The name was inspired by Fleurmach, and six pieces of writing from this blog appear in the publication!

erin case – to be absolved

Erin Case - "To be absolved". Analogue collage.

Erin Case – “To be absolved”.  Analogue collage.

Erin Case is an award winning visual artist based in Midland, Michigan, with a focus in collage. Working in both analog and digital methods, she is regarded for the marriage of surrealism, sincerity, and evocativeness that is present throughout her body of work. Check out more of her work HERE.

rose window

 

Erin Case - "Rose Window". Digital collage, 2013

Erin Case:”Rose Window”
Digital collage, 2013

Erin Case is an award winning visual artist based in Midland, Michigan, with a focus in collage. Working in both analog and digital methods, she is regarded for the marriage of surrealism, sincerity, and evocativeness that is present throughout her body of work. Check out more of her work HERE.

erin case – haircut eight

Erin Case: "Haircut 8" Digital collage with Andrew Tamlyn, 2012

Erin Case: “Haircut 8”
Digital collage with Andrew Tamlyn, 2012

Erin Case is an award winning visual artist based in Midland, Michigan, with a focus in collage. Working in both analog and digital methods, she is regarded for the marriage of surrealism, sincerity, and evocativeness that is present throughout her body of work. Check out more of her work HERE.

pablo neruda – too many names

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Albane Simon – ‘Eruption’

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night.

No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it is without a name.

When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.

It is so long, the spring
which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year lasts four centuries.

When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not I while I slept?

This means to say that scarcely
have we landed into life
than we come as if new-born;
let us not fill our mouths
with so many faltering names,
with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much signing of papers.

I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crackling, living fragrance.