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Art…or Something like it

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January 20th, 2010

Archan Nair 409x400 Art...or Something like itStarring out into the vastness of the big ol’ blue sky. Your head on the grass. Some ants scouting your arm but you don’t care. Maybe you got some booze in you. Maybe pollen gets you high enough. You’re just there, laying on the ground. Counting those puffy things in the sky and watching them slowly change into something you recognize. This must be some kind of wonderful you say to yourself. Then. Suddenly. What strikes your daydreaming eye but a rainbow. Big and demanding in its presence. Just hanging there like some granny bra on a clothes line, gawking at you, almost mocking you. In all it’s colours and in all its radiance. It’s calling to you. Commanding you to gaze at it and shower it with praise and compliments of how beautiful it is. Truly a symbol of something tranquil, crafted only by something divine. You smile at it. Sure. Thinking what would happen if you tossed it into a rusty blender. [ Continue Reading ]

Archan Nair: What’s in a Name?

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April 30th, 2009

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Boys! Girls! Friends! Lovers

You really should take a look at the rest of this guy’s work before you read any further.  Really.  I was going to put a different piece up  as this isn’t necessarily representative of the rest of the work of his that I’ve seen, but I figured that a photograph of a naked girl bathing in a cartoon Fantasyland would serve as a better statement of the nature of blog readers than some of the rest of Archan Nair’s quasi-surreal, graphic-design-inspired work. As I went through the images, I was reminded at once of those artists from the sixties through eighties– pop guys, guys like this and this– who made names for themselves for marketing schlock in packages that this crazy, product-driven cookie-cutter culture ate whole without pallet cleansers– and the crazier ones, the bad boys and the junkies who were hot as much for their crazed personalities and their ways of wooing Time Magazine into building little monuments for them to sell even more consumerist product glut.

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