artchipel:

David Jien (USA)

David Jien’s art takes visitors into a world filled with adventure, danger and sex. Old-fashioned romance simmers beneath the surfaces of the 30-year-old’s super-cool drawings, suffusing their action-packed dramas with unexpected tenderness. Artist’s works on paper tell his life story — not literally, like so much of the self-infatuated navel-gazing that digital technology makes possible, but with a more generous, user-friendly mix of poetic license, youthful excess, dreamy passion and labor-intensive devotion. Jien treats the facts of his biography — first-generation Taiwanese American, veteran tagger who spent time in jail and recent art school graduate — as raw material for the fantastic stories that unfold in his pictures. Inspired by such disparate sources as Nintendo, Persian miniatures, Chinese scrolls, Homer, Chaucer, Stanley Kubrick, Roald Dahl, Henry Darger and Trenton Doyle Hancock, Jien’s art brings far-flung elements into a form-savvy epic that is familiar and formidable and a thrill to get lost in. (see more: David Pagel reviews David Jien’s “The Plight of the Who” at Richard Heller Gallery)

© All images courtesy of the artist

[more David Jien | artist found at juxtapoz]

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exhibition-ism:

Really digging the print work of Chicago based artist Ryan Duggan

Be sure to check out his store here


inkeddolls:

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Last Night on Stephen’s Dreams

I was about to eat a baby snake that was part of my salad but it started crying so I let it go near a tree where it started fighting with the chameleons on the tree. The snake slithered off so I picked up one chameleon (which I think was the queen) and it kept wriggling around and it bit me as this fin popped out of it’s head. My finger hurt from the bite so I figured out a way to hold it by the neck so it would stop biting me. 



Fuck the 90s. Everyone was poor and dressed horribly.


The dog and I both came down with a case of the sniffles.


I’m not crazy, I’m just talking to a dog.


The morning sky is a most brilliant shade of sapphire.


I’m a firm believer in the saying “you are what you eat”. To that end, I’ve decided to only eat spaghetti until I’m long and thin like angelhair.


Is no one else disturbed by the fact that exactly 100 years ago there was a giant war in which millions of people just like us were sent to their death for no reason at all? Or that people thought they were achieving something when they were being sent out of the trenches into machine gun fire?


My dreams are getting realer and realer and more disturbing. I really just want them to stop. Such is life.


I can do anything I want, if only I wanted to do anything.


I like giving people gifts