June 18, 2014

Baron Fig Inspirational Posters

11:12 pm in art,design,illustration,life Daniel Fishel

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danielfishel

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Most inspirational posters are kind of lame but recently Baron Fig launched a poster project that changes that. Baron Fig wanted to create posters that represented a celebration of the makers spirit. So they asked a bunch of illustrators and designers to create a poster based on a quote and a simple color pallet. 100% of the proceeds from the posters go directly to the artist.

Click here to see all of the posters and possible buy one yourself.

Oh and Baron Fig is a company that makes beautiful sketchbooks too!


October 30, 2013

Building a Box

11:23 am in art,comics,community,conversations,life,lifestyle Ulises Farinas

“Where do you get your ideas?” is a question any motherfucker who’s made anything, has been asked. And you never hear them confess, “Shit, i stole that from somewhere” But when you see trends come and go, styles being bitten and everything looking the same, why don’t we ask “Where did the ideas go?” And they went down the human centipede of people making work based on all the shit they’ve swallowed their whole lives. The entire value system of art is a stock market emperor with no clothes, and no one can admit that the only reason we like anything is because someone told us to.

High art, low art, pulp and indie, all the indications of taste we use to say what is good and what is bad, its just an artificial system. People don’t go out and just enjoy an 80’s action movie on its own merits, they gotta get it repackaged and sold them as Drive or Deathproof. People can’t admit they enjoyed Michael Bay’s Transformers, they gotta get it sold to them as Guillermo Del Toro’s rain-fest Pacific Rim. But it’s bullshit, we determine what has value, not according to our interests, but according to consensus. And when you really wanna admit you like something that has not been agreed on for you beforehand, you gotta call it ‘guilty pleasure’ ‘irony’ and ‘so bad its good’

The taste makers have drank the kool-aid of increasingly anonymous corporate created art, where Banksy is some kind of pioneer, but the dude is a globe trotting british boy just like every other british boy leaving their marks on colonies a century before. When the taggers are still considered savages. And this is where the ideas went, because we’ve lost all critical thinking, lost all sense of scale and awe and wonder. So the only way we know what’s beautiful is by the amount of retweets, reblogs and buzzfeeds its fed.

It’s no way to be an artist. I don’t see any value in art, i see value in hard work. I love the shitty movies, i love Vin Diesel and the Rock, i love seeing cult classics that ended up cult classics by quirks of fate and not by stylistic design. Because when you see a low budget movie, with shitty dialogue and terrible fx, you know it only got to your screen after some hard ass work. You got Super 8 trying to be the next Goonies, forgetting that Goonies felt natural, felt like us, and this movie feels like Haley Joe Osment as A.I wanting to be a real boy.  There’s no craft in it, no work, just J.J.Abrams as a creative automaton that puts on the appearance of love so that you’ll love him.

And all that shit i just wrote, was just to get here: Work. There’s three things i hear every time i go home to see my parents. Work hard, move forward, and sacrifice. Discipline, Momentum, and Loss. The Three forward facing walls of the Idea Box. “Where do you get your ideas?” From putting the work in. When you’re working, and you gotta keep moving, you don’t got time to care about other people’s work, other people’s success, other people’s bullshit. You lose something every day. You lose life, you fall out of touch, you lose energy. Death and Taxes, but death is taxes. You try to budget your time, save some for yourself, but when you’re held accountable, death does the math and you always come up short. You can go to comic cons, and see the same motherfuckers selling the same indie comic shit they were selling for years. Oh, this time around it got an ignatz, but what the fuck is a golden brick when you ain’t got gold, just bricks? If every cartoonist out there, did a proper accounting of their work, of their value, 3/4 of the tables at small press fests would be left empty. When you realize you’re hungry cause you’re pressing a stapler instead of a george forman grill, you’ll skip the con and its hundred dollar tables and hotels and gas.

But what is a cartoonist taught of value? You got kramers ergot filled with chicken scratch and half your friends will say “That’s comics too!” You got comics teachers who have spent all their years to become cartoonists and ended up teachers, and teaching someone else how to get to their mid-stage pokemon evolution is the best they’ll do. No one who’s a squirtle, should learn how to become blastoise from a wartortle. The best teachers didn’t fall short and settle for teaching, they aimed high at teaching and became charizards of that shit. For every art comix cartoonist that praises Schulz, Herriman, Herge and McCay, ain’t none of them ever stop their baby doodling to actually accept that there’s value in a beautiful drawing. And i mean beautiful in that straight-up, nice-to-look-at, conventional way. We aren’t taught value, and so we aren’t taught that to make something valuable, it must be rare, and to make something rare, takes time, patience and skill. Takes work.

Our comics heroes went to war, our comics community goes to conventions. When they came back, they made some of the most beautiful enduring works of art in the last century. When we come back, we have a heavy bag of comics, given away for free, the price waived if you’re so kind enough to trade. But who would give away a sandwich when they were hungry? You don’t get to complain about comics being hard, if the only way you can be doing comics is by living on easy street. Life is hard, but its really difficult to believe it when a cartoonist says it, over chilled whiskey in a hotel room on the weekend. I live a life of luxury, of first world convenience, and the only way i honor my parents, is if i have the option of drawing comics for a living, i’m gonna treat it like i’m a god damn farmer. Work the land, reap what i sow, draw blood from a stone.


The Idea Box

10:00 am in art,comics,dreaming,life Ulises Farinas

I’m Ulises Farinas. I was thinking about what I’d want to write, but i usually find writing for it’s own sake, to be difficult and laborious. I need parameters, i need goals, i can’t just sit down and think “Here comes some hot fiyah’ made of words!” On Mister Misses, those parameters are set by the questions that I’m asked. Other times, something has moved me to anger and i gotta just rant it out. Rarely, do I enjoy anything enough to recommend it to others. Every time I’m asked, what’s the last great thing I’ve seen, read, experienced, etc. it’s always a memory that’s already 6 months old.

I’m not satisfied with comics, with movies, with popular culture. But mostly, I’m not satisfied with myself. I’m not a good enough artist, or a story teller. I can draw more, draw bigger, and draw better. I can keep my head down, aim for mediocrity, and succeed beyond my mildest dreams. I work in comics, and its an industry that rewards mediocrity. You draw your books, you do them on time, and you don’t aim for the stars, you don’t miss the moon. At the end of the day, a successful cartoonist is most likely middle class, poorly dressed, overweight and devoid of any true creative endeavors. You’ll get excited when your creator-owned comic is just another spiderman knock off or a pastiche of your own life through a cheap filter, and you’ll raise your money on kickstarter, or sell it on comixology, and tell people about it at after parties.

And then you’re home, you count how many business cards you have left, you get in bed, you got nothing. An overpriced apartment in brooklyn, a hangover, and the accomplishments of a 15 year old going on 45. That’s the fear that gnaws at me every evening. This is unacceptable.

For many years, I’ve wanted to write about my Father, but he’s still alive and i often feel like if i write about him, its like I’m writing an obituary. So rather than talk about the life he lead, I’ll talk about the things he still teaches me. Maybe first of all, fuck being a poor artist. Grow up poor and you’ll get all the education you need. But it’s bigger than that. In an effort to keep these things at the forefront of my mind, I’ve conceived the Idea Box.

The Idea Box is everything i’ve learned about being an artist that has nothing to do with picking up a pencil. There’s a million books about how to draw anatomy, how to draw comics, there’s art school for cartooning that teaches you how to use a xerox machine for $35,000. And really, it doesn’t amount to shit if at the end of the day, you’re done drawing your comic, and all you can feel is ‘Now what?” So i won’t focus on those things, when i finally put down my pencil and i’m done with drawing for the day, its not some rhetorical question. Every night, i ask “Now what?” and i have to be okay with the answer. How i arrive at that answer, will be the Idea Box.

I’m Ulises Farinas, you can find me here –

ulisesfarinas.com

https://www.facebook.com/ulises.farinas

 

 


October 24, 2013

Creating a Clamor Magazine Digital Archive

12:41 pm in art,community,faesthetic,life,web,zines dustin hostetler

There was a time when Toledo, Ohio (home of Faesthetic) was a hot bed of zine publishing. While now long gone, Clamor magazine was at the forefront of the publishing revolution. Filled with aggressive & forward thinking politics, it defined a generation’s belief system and helped many of us find our political voices. To this day, I credit Clamor with motivating me to publish Faesthetic on a regular basis. Clamor impacted many people’s lives. Hell, they were one of the first magazines to publish my illustrations.

Archives of the entire Clamor library are available for free online here. Now the publishers are back, and looking to make the entire archive more user friendly and searchable, and they need your help. Please consider supporting making Clamor more accessible for the next generation of zine publishers and political extremists. ;)


April 4, 2013

Jensine Eckwall

2:30 pm in art,illustration,life,prints Daniel Fishel

Jensine Eckwall

Jensine Eckwall is an illustrator and print maker based out of Brooklyn, NY whose work is nothing less than exceptional.

Check out her work here: http://jensineeckwall.com/

Follow her work on tumblr: http://jensineeckwall.tumblr.com/


November 15, 2012

RIP Justin Van Hoy & The Dutch Press

I am deeply saddened to pass along the news that a dear friend has passed away. Justin Van Hoy was one of the most motivated and focused designers I’ve ever had the privilege of calling my pal.

I met him when I first started publishing Faesthetic and producing my own artwork. We both starting hustling right around the same time and often shared stories and experiences related to the industry. When he relocated to Los Angeles I would pick his brain about all of the amazing people he was meeting.

Early on he worked for and with Shepard Fairey, and through Shep ended up having fantastic artistic relationships with crazy creatives like Mark the Cobra Snake. He also worked very closely with our mutual friend Roger Gastman.

He worked on several of Roger’s books, and through that experience he caught the publishing bug. Only recently did Justin’s brand new book make it to the shelves… Milk & Honey: Contemporary Art in California.

The publishing of this new book wasn’t Justin’s only proof that LA had accepted him as one of their own. His involvement with THIS gallery proved he was completely dedicated to his adopted city.

My heart goes out to his beautiful wife Holly. I am seriously seriously bummed about this loss. His long battle with cancer inspired many of us. He fought to live, and lived life to the fullest. Take a moment to remind yourself how wonderful it is to be alive, and tell all of your friends you love them.

Our friend Zach Gibson said it best… “so many people will be so sad today.”


June 5, 2012

Scott Bakal

1:51 pm in illustration,life,lifestyle Daniel Fishel

Believe it or not, Scott Bakal has been working as an artist for almost 20 years. His work feels as fresh and energetic as something made by a twenty-something year old, which is something that all artist want to accomplish. If you haven’t seen Scott’s work before, check it out! It’s really good: http://www.scottbakal.com/


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