look i love his work, and he's from oaxaca too!!
hombre en gris, by Rufino Tamayo 
Full Version: VISUAL! VISUAL! VISUAL! VISUAL! Artist You Dig!
my uncle brians a professional artist, along with being a keygrip for movies, tv, and commercials...
but heres the site for all his artwork
http://www.bhreynolds.com/
but heres the site for all his artwork
http://www.bhreynolds.com/
QUOTE(casbah rebel @ Jul 11 2004, 11:04 PM)
my uncle brians a professional artist, along with being a keygrip for movies, tv, and commercials...
but heres the site for all his artwork
http://www.bhreynolds.com/
but heres the site for all his artwork
http://www.bhreynolds.com/
Very nice! I like this one..
QUOTE(Sarah @ Jul 11 2004, 10:55 PM)
aawwww
look i love his work, and he's from oaxaca too!!
hombre en gris, by Rufino Tamayo
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look i love his work, and he's from oaxaca too!!
hombre en gris, by Rufino Tamayo
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ahh You have very nice taste.
He's a Zapotecan Indian.. My step mother actually knew him. He's dead now. 
anyhoot.. I love this painting by him.
QUOTE(zapatista @ Jul 7 2004, 12:49 AM)
QUOTE(insurrection @ Jul 6 2004, 09:32 AM)
tool, zack, the nightwatchman, the prodigy, juno reactor, astral projection, hallucinogen
How could have you missed the paintings right above your post?.... it's ARTIST!! not music.. oh poo.. I give up.
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QUOTE(insurrection @ Jul 6 2004, 11:44 PM)
QUOTE(zapatista @ Jul 7 2004, 01:49 AM)
QUOTE(insurrection @ Jul 6 2004, 09:32 AM)
tool, zack, the nightwatchman, the prodigy, juno reactor, astral projection, hallucinogen
How could have you missed the paintings right above your post?.... it's ARTIST!! not music.. oh poo.. I give up.
theyre artists.... artists dont have to create visual art
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actually both maynard and adam jones from tool are visual artists, so they would count. Anyone who has seen a Tool show and has been mesmerized by the video art projected during the performances knows exactly what im talking about. Very impressive indeed.
i just have to share this...this is beautiful... it's human...
Blue Dancer by Gini Severini
Blue Dancer by Gini Severini
Rage Against the Machine is my favorite.
then (not in any order) : Smashing Pumpkins, Soundgarden, Nirvana, Audioslave, Incubus, Taproot, Coldplay, Foo Fighters, Alien Ant Farm, Jane's Addiction, Drowning Pool, Adema, Sugarcult, Queens of the Stone Age, The Strokes, The Hives, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Vines, The White Stripes.
Alot of "The bands"
I like too many bands to list but the first 4 after RATM are my other favorites.
then (not in any order) : Smashing Pumpkins, Soundgarden, Nirvana, Audioslave, Incubus, Taproot, Coldplay, Foo Fighters, Alien Ant Farm, Jane's Addiction, Drowning Pool, Adema, Sugarcult, Queens of the Stone Age, The Strokes, The Hives, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Vines, The White Stripes.
Alot of "The bands"
I like too many bands to list but the first 4 after RATM are my other favorites.
ummm... 
....aaaaanyhoo....
great stuff... the 2 previous posts...
....aaaaanyhoo....great stuff... the 2 previous posts...
another artist i like is H.R. Geiger, his work is pretty dark, depressing, and sometimes perverted, but i think its really beautiful and imaginative...
youll probably recognise his work from the Alien movies...he designed the alien and whatnot, he won an oscar for it too
http://www.hrgiger.com/
http://www.giger.com/
youll probably recognise his work from the Alien movies...he designed the alien and whatnot, he won an oscar for it too
http://www.hrgiger.com/
http://www.giger.com/
QUOTE(ozorage @ Jul 17 2004, 12:05 AM)
ummm... ....aaaaanyhoo....
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casbah rebel, Giger is awesome.. good one.
Hollis Siglerreflective.
Artist
Well i could say U2 (sell outs, but great music)
or Prince
then I could say
Pulic Emeny
or KRS-1
But how about getting real OLD SCHOOL
and go the one or the original pop culture revolutionaries
the Man in Black
Johny Cash
the Album Live at Folsom and San Quintin
"i shot a man just to watch Him die"
Wanted man
this man was a legend
and he keept on doing it for YEARS 40+
latter
Well i could say U2 (sell outs, but great music)
or Prince
then I could say
Pulic Emeny
or KRS-1
But how about getting real OLD SCHOOL
and go the one or the original pop culture revolutionaries
the Man in Black
Johny Cash
the Album Live at Folsom and San Quintin
"i shot a man just to watch Him die"
Wanted man
this man was a legend
and he keept on doing it for YEARS 40+
latter
omg.. I'm going to freak out!
QUOTE(zapatista @ Jul 19 2004, 11:05 PM)
omg.. I'm going to freak out!
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Y
Por que
Did you look at the thread?
meh, it's cool.. I give up.
meh, it's cool.. I give up.
TOO TOO FUNNY!!! 
maybe... can you change the title? algo como... "VISUAL Artist You Dig!!" ... you know... solo pa'que sepan what the hell's going on...
any way what is art?
shouldn't anything go?
maybe not
some sort of elitist artistic thing going
I DUNNO
shouldn't anything go?
maybe not
some sort of elitist artistic thing going
I DUNNO
not even mang...
it's just
cuz even tho the title doesn't specify what particular type of Artist You Dig... the thread is specifically and obviously focusing on VISUAL Artists such as Painters, Sculptures, Photographers, Cartoonist... etc... ya dig?
Musical Artists have their own Room on this forum...
it's no biggie...
it's just funny and slightly annoying that people continue to post a nice little list of their favorite musical artists here...
it's just
cuz even tho the title doesn't specify what particular type of Artist You Dig... the thread is specifically and obviously focusing on VISUAL Artists such as Painters, Sculptures, Photographers, Cartoonist... etc... ya dig? Musical Artists have their own Room on this forum...
it's no biggie...
it's just funny and slightly annoying that people continue to post a nice little list of their favorite musical artists here...
TOPIC TITLE.. EDITED... I WILL LOSE IT IF THIS HAPPENS AGAIN!
i dont get it, wouldnt it be under the music section if it also pertained to musicians? people are becoming less inclined to put 2 and 2 together these days, mankind is evolving backwards
people are becoming less inclined to put 2 and 2 together these days, mankind is evolving backwards
holy crap! that shit's fuUuUuNny!! 
it was necessary tho...
... pero IF it does happen again... yea... 
... i'll lose it tambien...
that shit's fuUuUuNny!! it was necessary tho...
... pero IF it does happen again... yea... ... i'll lose it tambien...
ran into this just now...
the Muralist and his Muse
...good stuff... nice pics of James de la Vega's work...
the Muralist and his Muse
...good stuff... nice pics of James de la Vega's work...
AWESOME!! You ever catch that episode of Arthur he was on I was telling you about?
ok i dunno who this is by, but a friend just sent me the link to the image..
from the early cave paintings of cro-magnon man to divinci to van goh to this....
now thats a picture
i dunno who this is by, but a friend just sent me the link to the image..from the early cave paintings of cro-magnon man to divinci to van goh to this....
now thats a picture
NO! I haven't! 
...and now...each time i watch Arthur i have that in mind... pero NADA! oh well...
...and now...each time i watch Arthur i have that in mind... pero NADA! oh well...
QUOTE(casbah rebel @ Jul 20 2004, 12:56 AM)
now thats a picture
bubble booty...
QUOTE(casbah rebel @ Jul 20 2004, 12:56 AM)
ok i dunno who this is by, but a friend just sent me the link to the image..
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Whaaaa!!!??? Christopher Walken!? haha find out who did that!
EDIT: got it.. Brandon Bird.. haha
OK the visuals that accompany this post dont do this guy justice, but there is this guy named Flossch Crawford who lives in Phoenix, Az. He is seriously mental. Anyway, his story is basically that he believes wholeheartedly that he was abducted by aliens at some point in his life, and that the government is secretly policing the skies above us, not allowing alien visitors to fly below a certain altitude.
I am super skeptical about these people, but this guy is for real. I mean obviously not about being abducted, but you should see some of his art. He draw schematics for alien spaceships, down to the fucking engines and how they work. Like he draws these intricate ink drawings 24/7 and his apartment is littered with them. He is really an inventive and talented artist.
He also creates spaceships for himself to fly in, but seeing as his budget is limited (he only survives on what he gets from the government for his veteran status (but he would tell you its his check to keep quiet about the "real" stuff he knows). His spaceships are bicycles with cardboard covers made for them, and there is a photo of him on one of them with this post.
Basically what ive been able to find out is that the military did tests on him with drugs, but im not sure how much i believe that. even though that would explain his lunacy.
The drawings of the spaceships on the image arent the good intricate ones i was talking about. The person that included this on the cover for a chs that i have chose a poor drawing to use, any kid could draw that.
Anyway, folk art is something that interests me.
I am super skeptical about these people, but this guy is for real. I mean obviously not about being abducted, but you should see some of his art. He draw schematics for alien spaceships, down to the fucking engines and how they work. Like he draws these intricate ink drawings 24/7 and his apartment is littered with them. He is really an inventive and talented artist.
He also creates spaceships for himself to fly in, but seeing as his budget is limited (he only survives on what he gets from the government for his veteran status (but he would tell you its his check to keep quiet about the "real" stuff he knows). His spaceships are bicycles with cardboard covers made for them, and there is a photo of him on one of them with this post.
Basically what ive been able to find out is that the military did tests on him with drugs, but im not sure how much i believe that. even though that would explain his lunacy.
The drawings of the spaceships on the image arent the good intricate ones i was talking about. The person that included this on the cover for a chs that i have chose a poor drawing to use, any kid could draw that.
Anyway, folk art is something that interests me.
QUOTE(Holter @ Jul 20 2004, 01:34 AM)
OK the visuals that accompany this post dont do this guy justice, but there is this guy named Flossch Crawford who lives in Phoenix, Az. He is seriously mental. Anyway, his story is basically that he believes wholeheartedly that he was abducted by aliens at some point in his life, and that the government is secretly policing the skies above us, not allowing alien visitors to fly below a certain altitude.
I am super skeptical about these people, but this guy is for real. I mean obviously not about being abducted, but you should see some of his art. He draw schematics for alien spaceships, down to the fucking engines and how they work. Like he draws these intricate ink drawings 24/7 and his apartment is littered with them. He is really an inventive and talented artist.
He also creates spaceships for himself to fly in, but seeing as his budget is limited (he only survives on what he gets from the government for his veteran status (but he would tell you its his check to keep quiet about the "real" stuff he knows). His spaceships are bicycles with cardboard covers made for them, and there is a photo of him on one of them with this post.
Basically what ive been able to find out is that the military did tests on him with drugs, but im not sure how much i believe that. even though that would explain his lunacy.
The drawings of the spaceships on the image arent the good intricate ones i was talking about. The person that included this on the cover for a chs that i have chose a poor drawing to use, any kid could draw that.
Anyway, folk art is something that interests me.
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I am super skeptical about these people, but this guy is for real. I mean obviously not about being abducted, but you should see some of his art. He draw schematics for alien spaceships, down to the fucking engines and how they work. Like he draws these intricate ink drawings 24/7 and his apartment is littered with them. He is really an inventive and talented artist.
He also creates spaceships for himself to fly in, but seeing as his budget is limited (he only survives on what he gets from the government for his veteran status (but he would tell you its his check to keep quiet about the "real" stuff he knows). His spaceships are bicycles with cardboard covers made for them, and there is a photo of him on one of them with this post.
Basically what ive been able to find out is that the military did tests on him with drugs, but im not sure how much i believe that. even though that would explain his lunacy.
The drawings of the spaceships on the image arent the good intricate ones i was talking about. The person that included this on the cover for a chs that i have chose a poor drawing to use, any kid could draw that.
Anyway, folk art is something that interests me.
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Jeeze.. it's hard to find stuff on this guy..
oh you totally wont find anything. he is a nobody for sure. I have never seen anything else on him cept this video of him. I met him once and the dude is out there! you would have loved this folk art class i took in college. my professor has been teaching it since the 70's and each year he goes on a vacation and takes slides of all these different folk artists. He is big time into mexican folk art and assemblage stuff. He is an artist himself, but i dont know if there is anything bout him out there
ron gasowski
ron gasowski
this is all I could find....
Bike to the future
Mastermind behind Valley's "unidentified non-flying objects" revealed!
BY DEWEY WEBB
feedback@newtimes.com
From the Week of Thursday, August 8, 1996
If Pee-wee Herman ever participates in a bicycle rodeo on Mars, it's a cinch his entry won't hold a candle to the unidentified non-flying object that's been keeping Valley motorists guessing for the past several years.
A souped-up cardboard cabin attached to a bicycle frame, the winged craft is hard to ignore as it tools past traffic on the sidewalk, its reflectors, spinners and Hot Wheels decals glistening in the sun.
Perhaps you've seen it and thought it looked like something Our Gang might have cooked up after a Buck Rogers double feature.
Maybe you thought it resembled the sort of thing you'd see trailing behind a float in a small-town parade.
Or maybe you're one of those cynics who dismissed it as merely a crackpot's version of an AirStream trailer.
But as it whizzed by your car while you were stuck at a red light, you looked. And if you're like everyone else, you wondered who--or what--was attached to the two furiously pumping legs. A child? A nut? What the hell's going on here?
Adding to the puzzle has been the craft's constantly mutating color and design: Red one month, yellow the next, the rocket bike rarely looked the same twice.
Nor did the vehicle's erratic pattern of travel offer many clues. Although the mystery cyclist was frequently seen in the 3200 block of East Indian School Road, others reported seeing him downtown or near Seventh Avenue and Osborn.
Baffled by the contradictory reports, motorists scratched their heads and contemplated the unthinkable: Was it possible there was an entire fleet of rocket bikes zooming the sidewalks of Phoenix?
For at least one driver, spotting the mysterious "bicycle man" has become a real-life game of Where's Waldo? that helps kill time when gridlock develops.
"I now find myself looking for him whenever I'm out in traffic," explains one commuter who first began seeing the enigmatic cyclist in the neighborhood of 32nd Street and Indian School more than a year ago. "Months would go by without seeing him and just when I was sure he'd disappeared forever, here he'd pop up again. It got to be a challenge, seeing if I could find him whenever I was driving somewhere."
Comparing bike-man spottings to UFO sightings, this particular motorist enjoys speculating on the rocket bike's true purpose. "Is this thing functional?" he wonders. "If so, how?
"To me, one of the most fascinating things was how beat-up the thing looked," continues the "bike man" aficionado. "As this thing pedaled along the sidewalk, pieces of duct tape were flapping in the breeze like pendants. I always marveled that the thing didn't collapse around whoever was riding it. Obviously, this wasn't something new; this was real commitment on someone's part."
That someone is vehicular visionary Flossch (pronounced "Flash") Crawford. Dressed in his standard pilot's outfit--Adidas shoes, bicycling shorts and a skintight tee shirt--Crawford climbs out from under the cab of his latest "car," a two-piece corrugated cardboard shell that looks like an AWOL test vehicle from the laboratory of Dr. Seuss.
"This is about survival," muses Crawford, a short, wiry fellow of indeterminate age who attributes his startlingly orange-red hair to his Swedish/Asian/African heritage. Casting a critical eye at his most recent model, he explains, "See, I needed a car to get around. I now have that car--a two-wheeled car that keeps me cool in the summer, and warm in the winter."
Inclement weather's no problem. "I feel like it's an honor to ride it in the rain," says Crawford. "It's so incredible. Everything's nice and gray outside, and I'm inside, keepin' dry."
Crawford holds up his hands. "See, I've even got windshield wipers. And they work beautifully. This car's a trip, isn't it?"
To say the least. Using items that he salvages from Dumpsters or buys at thrift shops, Crawford transforms old bicycles into Tom Swiftian objects of wonder. Since moving to Phoenix in 1992, he's built at least eight cars and has a notebook filled with designs for dozens more. Today, the earlier prototypes exist only in photographs and videotapes whose labels bear Egyptian-style hieroglyphics that only Crawford can understand. "I'm doing good if I can get one bike at a time," he says of his latest, a white job called "B'Claytayacht," a bastardization of the Spanish word for "bicycle."
The bike currently stands in a cluttered back bedroom "workshop" of the modest apartment near the Phoenix Country Club that Crawford shares with two friends. Wired to aluminum rods attached to the bike's frame is the cab, a cardboard housing outfitted with a Plexiglas windshield. There are also side and rear windows, most of them plastered with parking-permit stickers. Inside the cab, a piece of linoleum flooring serves as an instrument panel--"instruments" being an oscillating siren and a transistor radio. A plastic grid that fits over a hole in the front of the cab provides "air conditioning."
Another cardboard aperture, this one fitted over the rear wheel of the battered Kodiak, sports cardboard fins and rudders. According to Crawford, the rear assembly makes the bike more aerodynamically efficient.
In the cosmic bike path that is Flossch Crawford's life, the origins of his dream machines are shrouded in mystery that mere mortals can only guess at.
"It's a long story, but, basically, it's a design from our future," explains Crawford, who goes on to tell the story anyway.
Born in 1944, the New Jersey native did a short hitch in the Marines as a teenager, followed by a stint in the Peace Corps. In the late Sixties, he moved to California, where he eked out a living panhandling, first in Hollywood (where he appeared as an extra in such counterculture flicks as I Love You, Alice B. Toklas and Alex in Wonderland), and later in the Bay Area as a member of the Earth People's Party commune. Somewhere along the line, he wound up in Phoenix, where he's been living on government disability checks since 1992.
It's a meandering yarn filled with hazy references to outer space, alien abduction, "grays" and "lost time," but the story's gist seems to be that Flossch Crawford is obsessed with turning bikes into cars for much the same reason that Richard Dreyfuss was compelled to mold mashed potatoes into mountains in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Consider the evidence.
* In 1943, the year before Crawford's birth, his father was working as a merchant seaman in Philadelphia right around the time the Navy conducted the Philadelphia Experiment. During the course of the hush-hush experiment (now notorious among conspiracy buffs), a battleship supposedly entered another dimension and was transported into the future.
* In the midst of a rash of UFO sightings over the Eastern seaboard in the early Fifties, 8-year-old Flossch communicated with a flying saucer directly over the New Jersey housing project where he lived.
* While living in a Bay Area commune in the Sixties, Crawford believes he may have been part of a secret government test involving anti-aging drugs. ("If that's true, I'd like to tell whoever's responsible that they were very successful," says the 52-year-old, smiling.)
And if there's any further doubt that this creative "street freak" was destined to change transportation as we on Earth now know it, check out his birth certificate. The doctor who delivered him was one Oscar Goldman--the same name as the character who was the boss of the Six Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman!
Coincidence? Flossch Crawford doesn't think so.
"It all ties together," he insists. "I know this whole time-travel/space thing gets a little heavy for some people, but it's true."
If this foggy scenario doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense, well, Crawford seems to be accustomed to playing to bewildered audiences.
"Okay, we'll skip the space stuff for a minute," he says. "Most people can't even believe I designed this car. They think it's some kind of advertising promotion or that I built it out of a kit. That's why now I'm trying to concentrate on the corporate end of it and maybe make some money off my cars."
Unlike his research-and-development department, Crawford admits the marketing end of his operation could use some work. To date, the only real money he's made from the car came from a Valley toy manufacturer who commissioned a custom-made model for $165.
"This is great 'tramp art,'" says Jeff Myers, who owns the toy company where Crawford works several days a week as a janitor. "I asked if he wanted to build me one and he said, 'Sure!' It's not like he's got a real busy schedule--except for a little time travel. He always wants to take it out for a ride, but I won't let him. I know he'll trash it."
Recalling how he once totaled an earlier model during a drunken test ride down a stairwell, the grinning Crawford claims he's guilty as charged.
"Oh, boy!" he exclaims. "I was having a great time, and I decided to go for a ride! The plastic sounded just like glass when it shattered. Two guys inside the apartment thought a car had hit the building, but it was just me. Again, no injury, but the noise was tremendous."
According to the inventor, it's unlikely that even a teetotaling cyclist will ever see a 10,000-mile checkup in one of his cars. "They're only made of paper, so after a while they just deteriorate," explains Crawford, who's currently experimenting with thicker cardboard and clear plastic tape. "When I threw the last one away, the top was so wrinkled it looked like a big, red chewing-gum wrapper."
Looking to the months ahead, he's now working on a poncholike protector that will wrap around the bottom of the cab, keeping his legs warm in winter.
Flattening out a piece of postal tape on the fantastic fuselage, Flossch Crawford has a flash.
"When I first came to town, there was a guy who hung out in downtown Phoenix who wore a cardboard box and that's all," he says. "No shorts or underwear underneath--just these two straps that held it up. People asked me if I was related to, or knew anything about, this naked guy in the cardboard box."
Pointing at the bike, Crawford says, "Look at this! We're talking about superior design here. I cut the cardboard up and put it back together again, painted it. . . . In their heads, though, [people] thought what I was doing was so spaced out that I had to be related to this guy wearing a box. Was I insulted? Yes, mildly."
Flossch Crawford laughs. "The funny thing was, he left just weeks after I arrived. Literally, just disappeared. Maybe I blew him away. Hmmm, 'This town isn't big enough for the two of us, buddy.'
phoenixnewtimes.com | originally published: August 8, 1996
Bike to the future
Mastermind behind Valley's "unidentified non-flying objects" revealed!
BY DEWEY WEBB
feedback@newtimes.com
From the Week of Thursday, August 8, 1996
If Pee-wee Herman ever participates in a bicycle rodeo on Mars, it's a cinch his entry won't hold a candle to the unidentified non-flying object that's been keeping Valley motorists guessing for the past several years.
A souped-up cardboard cabin attached to a bicycle frame, the winged craft is hard to ignore as it tools past traffic on the sidewalk, its reflectors, spinners and Hot Wheels decals glistening in the sun.
Perhaps you've seen it and thought it looked like something Our Gang might have cooked up after a Buck Rogers double feature.
Maybe you thought it resembled the sort of thing you'd see trailing behind a float in a small-town parade.
Or maybe you're one of those cynics who dismissed it as merely a crackpot's version of an AirStream trailer.
But as it whizzed by your car while you were stuck at a red light, you looked. And if you're like everyone else, you wondered who--or what--was attached to the two furiously pumping legs. A child? A nut? What the hell's going on here?
Adding to the puzzle has been the craft's constantly mutating color and design: Red one month, yellow the next, the rocket bike rarely looked the same twice.
Nor did the vehicle's erratic pattern of travel offer many clues. Although the mystery cyclist was frequently seen in the 3200 block of East Indian School Road, others reported seeing him downtown or near Seventh Avenue and Osborn.
Baffled by the contradictory reports, motorists scratched their heads and contemplated the unthinkable: Was it possible there was an entire fleet of rocket bikes zooming the sidewalks of Phoenix?
For at least one driver, spotting the mysterious "bicycle man" has become a real-life game of Where's Waldo? that helps kill time when gridlock develops.
"I now find myself looking for him whenever I'm out in traffic," explains one commuter who first began seeing the enigmatic cyclist in the neighborhood of 32nd Street and Indian School more than a year ago. "Months would go by without seeing him and just when I was sure he'd disappeared forever, here he'd pop up again. It got to be a challenge, seeing if I could find him whenever I was driving somewhere."
Comparing bike-man spottings to UFO sightings, this particular motorist enjoys speculating on the rocket bike's true purpose. "Is this thing functional?" he wonders. "If so, how?
"To me, one of the most fascinating things was how beat-up the thing looked," continues the "bike man" aficionado. "As this thing pedaled along the sidewalk, pieces of duct tape were flapping in the breeze like pendants. I always marveled that the thing didn't collapse around whoever was riding it. Obviously, this wasn't something new; this was real commitment on someone's part."
That someone is vehicular visionary Flossch (pronounced "Flash") Crawford. Dressed in his standard pilot's outfit--Adidas shoes, bicycling shorts and a skintight tee shirt--Crawford climbs out from under the cab of his latest "car," a two-piece corrugated cardboard shell that looks like an AWOL test vehicle from the laboratory of Dr. Seuss.
"This is about survival," muses Crawford, a short, wiry fellow of indeterminate age who attributes his startlingly orange-red hair to his Swedish/Asian/African heritage. Casting a critical eye at his most recent model, he explains, "See, I needed a car to get around. I now have that car--a two-wheeled car that keeps me cool in the summer, and warm in the winter."
Inclement weather's no problem. "I feel like it's an honor to ride it in the rain," says Crawford. "It's so incredible. Everything's nice and gray outside, and I'm inside, keepin' dry."
Crawford holds up his hands. "See, I've even got windshield wipers. And they work beautifully. This car's a trip, isn't it?"
To say the least. Using items that he salvages from Dumpsters or buys at thrift shops, Crawford transforms old bicycles into Tom Swiftian objects of wonder. Since moving to Phoenix in 1992, he's built at least eight cars and has a notebook filled with designs for dozens more. Today, the earlier prototypes exist only in photographs and videotapes whose labels bear Egyptian-style hieroglyphics that only Crawford can understand. "I'm doing good if I can get one bike at a time," he says of his latest, a white job called "B'Claytayacht," a bastardization of the Spanish word for "bicycle."
The bike currently stands in a cluttered back bedroom "workshop" of the modest apartment near the Phoenix Country Club that Crawford shares with two friends. Wired to aluminum rods attached to the bike's frame is the cab, a cardboard housing outfitted with a Plexiglas windshield. There are also side and rear windows, most of them plastered with parking-permit stickers. Inside the cab, a piece of linoleum flooring serves as an instrument panel--"instruments" being an oscillating siren and a transistor radio. A plastic grid that fits over a hole in the front of the cab provides "air conditioning."
Another cardboard aperture, this one fitted over the rear wheel of the battered Kodiak, sports cardboard fins and rudders. According to Crawford, the rear assembly makes the bike more aerodynamically efficient.
In the cosmic bike path that is Flossch Crawford's life, the origins of his dream machines are shrouded in mystery that mere mortals can only guess at.
"It's a long story, but, basically, it's a design from our future," explains Crawford, who goes on to tell the story anyway.
Born in 1944, the New Jersey native did a short hitch in the Marines as a teenager, followed by a stint in the Peace Corps. In the late Sixties, he moved to California, where he eked out a living panhandling, first in Hollywood (where he appeared as an extra in such counterculture flicks as I Love You, Alice B. Toklas and Alex in Wonderland), and later in the Bay Area as a member of the Earth People's Party commune. Somewhere along the line, he wound up in Phoenix, where he's been living on government disability checks since 1992.
It's a meandering yarn filled with hazy references to outer space, alien abduction, "grays" and "lost time," but the story's gist seems to be that Flossch Crawford is obsessed with turning bikes into cars for much the same reason that Richard Dreyfuss was compelled to mold mashed potatoes into mountains in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Consider the evidence.
* In 1943, the year before Crawford's birth, his father was working as a merchant seaman in Philadelphia right around the time the Navy conducted the Philadelphia Experiment. During the course of the hush-hush experiment (now notorious among conspiracy buffs), a battleship supposedly entered another dimension and was transported into the future.
* In the midst of a rash of UFO sightings over the Eastern seaboard in the early Fifties, 8-year-old Flossch communicated with a flying saucer directly over the New Jersey housing project where he lived.
* While living in a Bay Area commune in the Sixties, Crawford believes he may have been part of a secret government test involving anti-aging drugs. ("If that's true, I'd like to tell whoever's responsible that they were very successful," says the 52-year-old, smiling.)
And if there's any further doubt that this creative "street freak" was destined to change transportation as we on Earth now know it, check out his birth certificate. The doctor who delivered him was one Oscar Goldman--the same name as the character who was the boss of the Six Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman!
Coincidence? Flossch Crawford doesn't think so.
"It all ties together," he insists. "I know this whole time-travel/space thing gets a little heavy for some people, but it's true."
If this foggy scenario doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense, well, Crawford seems to be accustomed to playing to bewildered audiences.
"Okay, we'll skip the space stuff for a minute," he says. "Most people can't even believe I designed this car. They think it's some kind of advertising promotion or that I built it out of a kit. That's why now I'm trying to concentrate on the corporate end of it and maybe make some money off my cars."
Unlike his research-and-development department, Crawford admits the marketing end of his operation could use some work. To date, the only real money he's made from the car came from a Valley toy manufacturer who commissioned a custom-made model for $165.
"This is great 'tramp art,'" says Jeff Myers, who owns the toy company where Crawford works several days a week as a janitor. "I asked if he wanted to build me one and he said, 'Sure!' It's not like he's got a real busy schedule--except for a little time travel. He always wants to take it out for a ride, but I won't let him. I know he'll trash it."
Recalling how he once totaled an earlier model during a drunken test ride down a stairwell, the grinning Crawford claims he's guilty as charged.
"Oh, boy!" he exclaims. "I was having a great time, and I decided to go for a ride! The plastic sounded just like glass when it shattered. Two guys inside the apartment thought a car had hit the building, but it was just me. Again, no injury, but the noise was tremendous."
According to the inventor, it's unlikely that even a teetotaling cyclist will ever see a 10,000-mile checkup in one of his cars. "They're only made of paper, so after a while they just deteriorate," explains Crawford, who's currently experimenting with thicker cardboard and clear plastic tape. "When I threw the last one away, the top was so wrinkled it looked like a big, red chewing-gum wrapper."
Looking to the months ahead, he's now working on a poncholike protector that will wrap around the bottom of the cab, keeping his legs warm in winter.
Flattening out a piece of postal tape on the fantastic fuselage, Flossch Crawford has a flash.
"When I first came to town, there was a guy who hung out in downtown Phoenix who wore a cardboard box and that's all," he says. "No shorts or underwear underneath--just these two straps that held it up. People asked me if I was related to, or knew anything about, this naked guy in the cardboard box."
Pointing at the bike, Crawford says, "Look at this! We're talking about superior design here. I cut the cardboard up and put it back together again, painted it. . . . In their heads, though, [people] thought what I was doing was so spaced out that I had to be related to this guy wearing a box. Was I insulted? Yes, mildly."
Flossch Crawford laughs. "The funny thing was, he left just weeks after I arrived. Literally, just disappeared. Maybe I blew him away. Hmmm, 'This town isn't big enough for the two of us, buddy.'
phoenixnewtimes.com | originally published: August 8, 1996
hahahahaha thats him!
here is something my professor did. He finds stuff and creates these huge pillars out of styrofoam and covers them with cement and fractured tile bits. If you do to the phoenix airport in the southwest terminal, there are these huge pillars that are black tiles that he did.
anyway this is a thing he did at schools i believe
http://www.ci.phoenix.az.us/ARTS/cp_4.html
here is something my professor did. He finds stuff and creates these huge pillars out of styrofoam and covers them with cement and fractured tile bits. If you do to the phoenix airport in the southwest terminal, there are these huge pillars that are black tiles that he did.
anyway this is a thing he did at schools i believe
http://www.ci.phoenix.az.us/ARTS/cp_4.html
he sounds schizophrenic...
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the artists name is brandon bird...
this is his site..
http://www.brandonbird.com
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this is his site..
http://www.brandonbird.com
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i'm not sure i get it...
...he's silly. got some excellent technical skills and a sense of humor for sure but i dunno how much i'm feeling him yet at the same time i'm really diggin his cookyness but then again not even...
it's interesting tho. ... the brave cone dog painting got me... i like it.. and then i see there are 2 songs dedicated to it... what the hell?
http://www.brandonbird.com/braveconedog.mp3
QUOTE(ozorage @ Jul 20 2004, 09:41 AM)
i'm not sure i get it...
...he's silly. got some excellent technical skills and a sense of humor for sure but i dunno how much i'm feeling him yet at the same time i'm really diggin his cookyness but then again not even... it's interesting tho. ...
the brave cone dog painting got me... i like it.. and then i see there are 2 songs dedicated to it... what the hell? http://www.brandonbird.com/braveconedog.mp3
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...he's silly. got some excellent technical skills and a sense of humor for sure but i dunno how much i'm feeling him yet at the same time i'm really diggin his cookyness but then again not even...
it's interesting tho. ... the brave cone dog painting got me... i like it.. and then i see there are 2 songs dedicated to it... what the hell?
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I feel the same way.. the Christopher Walken one was interesting.. I found the cone dog one interesting too.. but some of the other stuff.. was like.. what the hell?
There's a Chuck Norris painting.. so I guess that's nuff said tho..
i loved owen wilson's character's apartment in The Royal Tenenbaums, he had all those wierd paintings in it... there used to be a site for the artist responsible for them, Miguel Calderón, but its offline or been deleted... im still searching for stuff on google and yahoo as we speak
yes, its wierd, but i absolutely adore the really bizarre stuff...
one of the wierdest things my uncle did was make a statue out of cowbones...huge, and it stunk like ass, and he gives it to my grandma as a present, and the only place itd fit in her house was the living room, so for like a year there was this disgusting, bizarre reconstruction of a cows skeleton sitting in there when you walked in, all the visitors were just either amazed or offended by it...it made christmas really interesting too
yes, its wierd, but i absolutely adore the really bizarre stuff...
one of the wierdest things my uncle did was make a statue out of cowbones...huge, and it stunk like ass, and he gives it to my grandma as a present, and the only place itd fit in her house was the living room, so for like a year there was this disgusting, bizarre reconstruction of a cows skeleton sitting in there when you walked in, all the visitors were just either amazed or offended by it...it made christmas really interesting too
Okay,
Visual Artist
If you are so inclined you can click on this site it vary political and funny
but it is a 3MB link
So either you have a fast conection or some time
Link is
This one puts a lighter side on the current political scene.
http://www.madeinmaine.org/president/thisland.htm
Visual Artist
If you are so inclined you can click on this site it vary political and funny
but it is a 3MB link
So either you have a fast conection or some time
Link is
This one puts a lighter side on the current political scene.
http://www.madeinmaine.org/president/thisland.htm
god, not that fucking cartoon 
and again, i think you know good and well what zap meant by visual artist, youre just trying to be difficult..
and again, i think you know good and well what zap meant by visual artist, youre just trying to be difficult..
I think that "cartonist" were also mentioned,
Anyway today was the first day i saw it and i taught it was cool,
maybe i should try to post this link
http://www.moma.org/
Sorry if my Proletarian taste
offend your Bourgeois sensabilities
Peace and respect to all
Anyway today was the first day i saw it and i taught it was cool,
maybe i should try to post this link
http://www.moma.org/
Sorry if my Proletarian taste
offend your Bourgeois sensabilities
Peace and respect to all
yeah, thats really proleterian right there..
i really wish you could spell cartoonist too, i really do..
i really wish you could spell cartoonist too, i really do..
Mare=Ballerina by Gino Severini
Jules Breton I think the faces in the paintings is what does it for me. Hard to capture in such a small picture on a monitor though.
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saw this ayer...
i have to go back... too many people yesterday...too too many. ... i ended up chillin in the African wing... much much quieter... anyhoo...
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i have to go back... too many people yesterday...too too many. ... i ended up chillin in the African wing... much much quieter... anyhoo...
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This guy is amazing, i think he had a car accident at some point, where he had to relearn how to paint or something. Before the accident he painted photorealistic portraits and after the accident he had lost complete control of his hands so he painted differently, like in this image you posted here, you can tell that in each square he is working slightly abstractly. Very interesting fellow.
QUOTE(Holter @ Jul 22 2004, 02:29 AM)
This guy is amazing, i think he had a car accident at some point, where he had to relearn how to paint or something. Before the accident he painted photorealistic portraits and after the accident he had lost complete control of his hands so he painted differently, like in this image you posted here, you can tell that in each square he is working slightly abstractly. Very interesting fellow.
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i'm pretty sure it wasn't a car accident.... don't know what happened medically, technically, but it was something with convulsions and chest pains and he was left paralyzed from the neck down sometime in the late 1980s... anyway.. so now he paints from a wheel chair with some kind of support for his arm and a few other tools... you can only imagine how long it must take to complete one of these pieces.. they're significantly large.... ( i had learned this from my h.s. art teacher who ADORES chuck close but it's been a while, so don't quote me)..
he used to paint stuff like this...
and this...
and Linda...
and if i'm not mistaken this is the first piece he did while in rehab.. if not the first than one of the first...
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yup. he's pretty amazing.... there are MANY other pieces to post but i won't... paintings, scribbles, etchings, pulp paper collages.... good stuff... the kind of stuff you wanna get all close to and touch when the guards aren't looking...
post them! i had to lear about this guy in one of my college art courses, and i love his stuff! The older stuff was amazing, so realistic, but the newer stuff is amazing
i found that my friend rico paints really good. ill post some pics later
this is by an artist named miguel calderon from mexico..
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