Here's to pretentious gallery shows and the freedom of spray paint on concrete, to shoot'n the shit and over-questioning it all, to fucking and fucking things up, to dying to live and killing our selves over cigarettes and alcohol, to breathing life into anything and everything. Here's to the art we create out of it all.
Edward the gentleman in this now famous image has requested that no one buy shirts with his image.
From what I can gather Husmann/Tschaeni is an art group from Switzerland. Their artist statement explains: “A hell of positive energy with a small hint of hidden otherworldly darkness mixed with visual poetry and deep sensitive natural beauty. A daily biological presence combined with absurd undefined monstrous fantasy. […] A voice is heard above the chaos: ‘Our canvas forces us to think backwards … what’s painted can’t be painted over’. A feather enters your vision, and as it slowly transforms into an iron glove, you shift again. You now see people who live with cats, goats and fish in an idyllic lake valley. They are making art, the stories of their daily life. The last chapter of their great grandmothers, the birth of kittens, the passing of their goat, fallen trees in the neighbouring forest, the growing of their kids, the disappearing of childhood. Everything that surrounds them soaks into their art. Walking away, a little voice whispers, ‘welcome to our world’.”
Fucking rad is what this is.
A little bit psychedelic, and I love it.
Still lives shot by Arvida Bystrom for the zine collaboration with Valerie Phillips This is my drivers license 2013.