Not sure if any of you reading my humble blog are aware of his work, but there is an incredible artist you should follow known as beeple on instagram, tumblr, etc. His works range from explorations on color, form, composition to insane political juxtapositions. I’ll let you explore on your own.
The following poem is based on some of his writing prompts to himself. The end result of the work alongside the captions are sometimes funny, sometimes a stretch, a crazy abstraction 2000 years into the future, or just a breadcrumb for himself. Are they captions? Are they things he writes down as a starting point to make his work? Who knows? Maybe he’ll use mine one day.
Either way, we are all influenced by others and their work. Winkelmann makes something each day to better himself and his work. I’m hoping typaphobe is the same type of effort for me. Let me know what you think of his work.
Angry baby cracking a whip like lady liberty leading the babies. On a pile of adults, holding another baby. Fangs, anger, flags. Mountains of adults and their bodies sit in crumpled piles deep into the background. The year is 3942. Meaning has bypassed itself.