I’d say that Reason One I’m glad I have a decade between me and my fine art training is that I’ve finally learned to embrace my own taste without having to hide my love for the Lowbrow Art. While my instructors were doing their hardest to cram me into a feminist pigeonhole (something that is not as sexy as it sounds), I was trying unsuccessfully to tell them that what REALLY interested me was Pop Art and Surrealism. Imagine my surprise and elation to learn that there was, in fact, an art movement alternately known as Pop Surrealism–enter Lowbrow. I’m not a scholar on the topic, but dammit–I know what I like, and I like chicks, monsters, weirdness, and bright colors.
And–really–is there a finer subject for an artist than a lanky, top-hatted ghoul? Fuck the Pieta–THIS is the true embodiment of artistic skill. The tattered rags, the sunken cheeks, the zombie stare–brings a tear to your eye from the sheer magnificence. That, dear friends, is the art of D.W. Frydendall, and if you think THAT is cool, just check out this post-apocalyptic vision of madness:
Much as I love the clean-lined comix style of Mr. Frydendall, I reserve a special place in my heart for artists who work in traditional media, and I think I’ve fallen in love with the Greek Orthodox icon-inspired oil paintings of Jeremy Cross. He’s developed a visual vocabulary here that’s subversive, funny, eerie, and beautiful. Here are a few pieces from his “Botched Saints” series:
And, of course, if you’re like me and want to own a piece of art from one (or BOTH) of these artists, visit Hyaena Gallery
and prepare to empty your pockets.