Exploding Dog

Ever check this place out? It's a brilliant gallery of art (and desktop pictures!) based on the suggestions from the artist's audience. I find that each piece is either a heart-fuck or a mind-fuck. This stems from the simple little people in his universe, who imply a huge amount of motion in their child's-scribble faces. We project all the hurt the pictured character must be feeling, onto them, and the whole situation. And when one character is happily oblivious to the others' apparent pain, it's even more painful. But beyond all that, the perfect world they live in (perfect because of it's lack of detail, and vibrant colors) strike me as especially poignant. The simplicity resonates outward into the ONLY thing. So, of COURSE it's a heart-fuck.

Also, with the format that the artist apparently needs to keep him inspired (understandable, considering the volume of works on the site!), there is always an opportunity to surprise us. All we see is the caption, so we begin categorizing our expectation (still vague to be sure), and when the image actually loads, it's (often) hilarious the direction he chose to go. And perhaps that's where the mind-fuck element comes from, too, since the distance between what the caption implies, and where he took the image causes our brains to trip, as if we think have tken the last step in a flight of stairs, and we are jolted to find another (and another and another, all at once).

Anyway, I came across this one, and found it especially hilarious, because, of course, the person who suggested the phrase was (probably) thinking about a woman, and whne it's changed into a substance abuse thing, come on! That's hilarious! Sometimes when I'm at a concert and like four songs in a row are love songs, I imagine that each song is being sung to a bottle of Jack Daniels, and suddenly it's fun again!