oh my goth!

please don't ever title anything "meloncholy". even if there's no word in the english language that can possibly describe your piece of whatever-that-needs-a-title so precisely that your heart bursts into flames everytime you look at it and say it to yourself in your head. even out of irony. especially out of irony. especially if your other works contain the words death, dead goat, girl w/ dead goat, bonemouth, or a self-portrait that's a photo of your freshly shorn pink taco. i know that growing up in the 90s has the ability to propel one's self-discovery into the wonderful world of darkness and open the gates to fabulous things like purple velvet coffins and peter joel-witkin but, seriously... don't.

all that aside, chloe piene's drawings may be "dark and eery", but there's something really sophisticated about the way she chooses to shape her forms through contours and specifically chosen areas of detail. each intuitively drawn line looks like suspended strands of string that can unravel into a heap like a three dimensional object. there are similarities to egon shiele especially in the hand details which are major points in the skeelz department, and as much as i hate on her cliché dipictions of skeletors, there's a definitive beauty and sexual draw towards the uncanny that is well played and thought out in some of her drawings. beware of her later works. they are (double gasp!) video stills. probably of her writhing in dirt or period blood or something. yeck~


















i realize this isn't a very interesting entry unless you're a geek about drawing the human form or a closet darklord, so click here to see some pretty stuff by audrey kawasaki.