Ian Stevenson‘s drawings are mad, weird, very funny and a little bit sick which is good to see. After all a little bit of sickness makes for a healthy mind. Yes they’re incredibly simple but, like Shrigley, it’s not the technique so much as the whole idea, the concept, the brutally honest sentiment, a reflection and critique of contemporary life. Laugh out loud and then go look at his other drawings. They’re all great fun.
He has a lengthy biog on his site and I thought I’d stick it up here if only to give you a sense of his rambling brain:
Ian is a professional man, secure in his sexuality and proud of his body. He attended Camberwell College of Arts between 1996 and 9 where he learned to make things look pretty on a variety of surfaces including paper and fabric … Hawking himself on a dirty alley named graphic design, he was picked up in the slick limousine of a famous company who, for no reason at all except to add the illusion of foul play, will remain nameless, where he stayed for three circles of the Earth’s orbit around our Sun (that firey, heartless life-giver), making many good things there including videos for songs by a band and little creatures and t-shirts and so on and so forth.
Abandoning computers, Ian now grabs his pen hard and with vigor. He manipulates it in ways never before heard or seen on this little Earth. Your face will implode when faced with his fluids (from his pen). “Begone, airbrushing; farewell, anti-aliasing,” he chats, dashing his computer against the rocks “I am a man – a man, you hear? I need my hands to be dirty with inky residue I want to feel my body. Men, men alone, men together need not for effeminate graphic design. They need pictures of weird animals and stuff”. So he strides free in the world, a man standing alone in the world, naked and beautiful for all to see naked.
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