Chicken or the Egg is an offbeat romantic comedy about a pig who has an EGGdiction to eating eggs. But when he falls in love with the hottest chicken in town, he must choose what comes first… the Chicken or the Egg.
Drawings of imagined worlds and fabricated forms by Michael Schall.
Although I do not draw from photographs, I use images to gain an understanding of how certain things are structured, such as the interweaving piping of oil refineries, or the layers of earth on a grand butte. I then use this structural understanding to create imagined worlds where these forms can do whatever I want them to, and it all looks believable, or almost believable. Once I have the overall composition established, the excitement for me, in my working process, is in the invention of the detail; it’s in rendering light and shadows off of completely fabricated forms to make my created worlds come to life. An interesting part of this process is that, since I’m not working from observation and since I never use rulers or guides, the way I draw changes during the progression of each piece.
(via Faith is Torment)
Once is a large-scale installation conceived by artist James Dive of The Glue Society for this year’s Sculpture by the Sea event in Aarhus, Denmark. The giant sculpture was created by compacting an entire amusement park, including rides, bumper cars and even prizes into a four metre cube.
The project is about the finality of a missed moment. Creating it was undoubtedly the most violent process I’ve ever embarked upon.
(via Junk Culture)
Illustrations by Emily Sutton influenced by her surroundings in Yorkshire, England.
(via Faith is Torment)
How to be Alone by Nich McElroy.
Between 2008 and 2010 I spent my summers walking in the Chugach and Talkeetna ranges in south-central Alaska. Alpine tundra, glacial valleys, bad weather, mountain huts. We would get sopping wet and stay up talking to keep warm. For the two years I worked on How to be alone I guarded my time walking in the mountains; I would carry around a 6×7 camera the size of a cinderblock and try to depict the big, indifferent, beautiful things I was seeing. I didn’t bring the photographs back to fetishize solitude or wilderness, but to remind myself that I had found sufficient space to shut-up, look and listen.
(via This is Paper)
