Category Archives: Underground Art

Surreal Sunday

And I’m not just talking about my attempts at writing and rewriting, this time. I’m sitting in my studio drinking caffè napoletana and browsing an amazing collection of surreal art. And that, I think, is my theme for today… art of the surreal and hyperreal. First up is Igor Morski, a Polish artist whose wonderful eerie paintings have not so much as lodged themselves in my mind as they’ve brutally carved a living space underneath the old chip wrappers and apple cores that surround my Muse’s workspace.

Igor Morski

On Netflix: We Are What We Are

One last post to wrap up the weekend. I saw this movie when it was at one of the local art cinemas in Atlanta. I wouldn’t exactly call it a horror film; more of a creepy-as-hell film than anything else. Except for one or two moments, played rather effectively, there are no jump out from under the bed boogity-boogity moments (that’s a film tech word, I swear). It definitely takes a well-used idea and puts a wonderful twist on it. On top of that, the very end surprised this jaded moviegoer because up until that point, I was pretty sure I knew how it was going to end and even found myself saying ‘well, these movies always end this way.’ It didn’t.

Do yourself a favour. Don’t read the reviews… some of the top ones have mild spoilers. Just turn out the lights and watch this. If you like slow, creepy, atmospheric films, you will love this one.

We Are What We Are

Dangerous Minds: The Work of Jack Chick

I don’t have much to add to the write-up in this article except to say that while I never collected Chick Publications’ comic tracts, I did periodically look them up online, for much the same reasons they give in the article. Also, when I ran the Navy Chapel in Newport, RI, I would get rid of them when people left them in the Church. I had no problem with religious tracts (still don’t, even though I don’t partake of that flavour of religion) but I did have a problem with racist and homophobic screeds and the particular virulent stream of anti-Catholicism that ran through a lot of them. Still, they can be fun to read, sometimes. Also, one of my early favourite songs by the criminally underrated punk-ish band Alice Donut was their single “Lisa’s Father,” a bitter, cynical, and darkly hilarious summary of one of the comics. (Possibly NSFW.)

God’s Cartoonist:  The Ongoing Bizarre Cult Following of Jack T. Chick