I love to make fun of the name — slap-smack, punch-crunch, kick-splat, tap-thud, bang-clank, pull-snap, sip-slurp — but perhaps it’s just jealousy. Because those bad boys over at Click-Boom really got it goin’ on. And I’m honored to have been asked to design the inaugural anniversary poster to the theme of teamwork, benefiting FirstWorks and silk screened by Booth Sartain. Here’s a sneak peak.
Congratulations Click-Boom!
Posted: July 30th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
Finally pulled together this raw footage. This was the bicycle ride, 2x/day, 5 days/week, 52 weeks/year, rain or shine, snow or wind, while living in Chicago. Awesome bike lanes. Suspicious pedestrians. Questionable drivers. Horrible roads. Invigorating ride.
Posted: March 29th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
Here’s a bit of old news, but I’ve been meaning to post this for quite some time. And driving out to a local electronics chain in the burbs Saturday night reinforced the interest and appropriateness as I gawked at the new LED billboards illuminating the sprawling conduits of the shopping mall mystique that is Germantown.
Billboards became illegal in Brazil beginning in 2007. There are great photo documentaries if you Google the story where you can see the old Sãu Paulo that looked like a cereal isle in the grocery store and the new São Paulo with the festive colored walls, architecturally blanketed hillsides and tree lines surrounding the city. The No Logo Flickr set mentioned here provides an artistically sculptural interpretation of the now empty billboard frames throughout the city.
And of course my pinko sensibilities are being caressed. Take a look. From Ping Magazine, Japan. Yes, the irony, that this story comes from the capital of in-your-face digital/LED/you-name-it/as-big-as-it-can-get advertising.
Photo: Tony de Marco
Posted: January 6th, 2008 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Tiger swallowtail. Coming up on two weeks since, and the arm is healing nicely. Jonesing for the monarch on the other forearm. Seems Underground Art has put the piece front and center in their portfolio. Nice work Paul, and thanx, I’ll be back soon.
Now, about what Hugo said…I mean, metaphorically, I’m there. Bush can’t really be the devil as there is no such thing. But it’s certainly nice to hear someone with such a mouthpiece say it out loud, and so loud. And to be so poetic with the “smell of sulfur” thing. It’s enlightening how critical American politicians are of Hugo’s autocratic cult-of-personality style leadership—they are obviously very familiar with these characteristics, though silent when it’s born of their own turf. I heard one commentator be quite on the mark by drawing a comparison between Hugo’s rhetoric and Bush’s. One from the left and one from the right doesn’t mean they’re not exactly the same. Of course, me being a pinko, I take it quite hard when a comrade is stylistically equated to Bush despite the legitimacy of the observation. Then again, it is Hugo. That guy’s a riot.
Posted: September 26th, 2006 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
We must allow ourselves to question the foundation our errors are built upon. Have we betrayed the solid ground of liberty with a capitalist theocracy? How fair is laissez-faire. They say “life’s not fair,” but aren’t we civilized, rationalized, so as not to be victimized and ostracized? Do we not seek unity to ensure our liberty? But are we unified or uniformed? As the architects of conformity build a monopolistic monarchy of privilege with a price, the defenders of democracy can’t pay the bills so their children are force fed the waste of wage labor gleaning beneath the frenzied feeding of the gluttonous. While in the slums of salvation the empty bellies burn with revolution while the brutal hunger strips their strength of scrutiny and they can only remit themselves as the rightful sacrifice of a system because life’s not fair and nothing is guaranteed in this constitutional corpse of a free new world built on the genocide of it’s natives. Our solid ground of liberty is not built upon the holy lands of our ancestors but on the desecrated remains of a holocaust by our own hands and yet we don’t understand why still we cry for liberty, equality, justice.
As our houses harbor prisons, the foundations of betrayal mask the mortar of misinformation. Awake from your crypts of condominiums. Outside there are skies and tides and trees that we commit treason against in the name of progress. And the truth is damned in the rivers and drained in the sewers of our discard of product and people and people as product. We are doomed with our earth because we lay our foundation of destruction into that which we destroy. And when our walls crumble we will sleep beneath a suspicious sky that knows our destiny much more than we destine ourselves to it. So we must awake now to knock down our walls before they crumble, pull up the foundations that pollute our land with poverty, and sow the seeds of liberty in solid ground. If you sleep now to lullabies that sing so sweetly of beautiful lies, you will not wake to sow the seed in open mouths that revolutions feed, to construct for humanity’s need, to crumble the capitalist’s greed, and set Mother Earth and her people free.
Posted: November 1st, 2002 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Sitting in my dad's Union 76 gas station, I would draw his race car (number 76) parked in the farthest stall. This was 1973, and I was in kindergarten. Being an artist at age 5 is cute, but at age 15 it became the antithesis of high school football running back soon to be cop, pastor, community patriot. The last straw for my dad came when he grounded me through almost an entire year after I quit the Vikings football team to devote all my time to the art club. At that time I knew there was no turning back. Concluded…
