Check out the latest drawings from Erik Svetoft on Tumblr, Behance, and previously on the Erik Svetoft tag.
Erik Svetoft Art
Don’t Touch the Blue Globe Video
Federico Gutiérrez Art
Seo Ki won Art
Silkidoodle (정슬기) Art
Letter to Meathaus: Johnny Sampson
Johnny Sampson wrote Meathaus with a mini comic called Total Fuckup and a nice card that reads:
“Hi Meathaus, I hope you like my comic, Total Fuckup. Yours, Johnny Sampson”
Thanks for Total Fuckup, Johnny. There were some funny bits in this one as the main character sneaks his way into the country fair, drinks and eats garbage, barfs on the ride, wins a portrait of Jesus, checks out some pig testicles, etc. Look into Johnny’s website where you can pick this one up and look at more artwork including more of these fine greeting card designs and sweet stinckers.
Letter to Meathaus: Nigel Lark
Nigel Lark wrote Meathaus this gold-encrusted letter:
“Hi Meathaus,
Thank you for being a cool website! Here is a copy of my comic. Hope you like it! Best, Nigel”
Check it out, Nigel sent over this comic called Dooder No. 1 which has five stories inside and what appears to be a two-ink printed cover, black and blue (is that an option? I always wondered if that would be a cheaper professional printing option, electing to print with less than CMYK, but since it would be a custom job maybe that would negate any savings. I mean I guess it is more likely just a blue and black design printed in normal 4-color process). Inside there are some gross people in a relationship, a girl pisses her PJs when seeing a bear and some guy makes a dumb bagel order, plus more. You can dig into more Nigel comics on his Tumblr where you can see and/or read more bits of Dooder for yourself, and also Twitter where there is an order link for this jimmy. Thanks Nigel.
Letter to Meathaus: Fat Ben
Check it out, Fat Ben sent Meathaus this stuffed package of items and a note that reads:
“Hi Meathaus,
Here’s the new issue. Also included is a re-print of a ‘from memory’ book my buddy and I did 10 years ago.
Enjoy, Fat Ben”
The new issue being of course Kleavage, Fat Ben’s variety zine of drawings, fold out pages and little bits of stories from a group of contributors. Thanks, Fat Ben. This old re-print zine is funny too. It’s called The Cyclone is Cheating (One Hundred Drawings of “Taz” From Memory), collected by Ben Klevay and Martin Weiland. Inside there are one hundred shitty drawings of Taz (I assume, who’s going to count?) It is an impressive collection. See previous letters from Fat Ben on the Kleavage tag and head over to his website for more info on how you might acquire these items or become friends with Ben and get involved with his publications somehow. I was going to link the words “his website” to his website but I forgot that Fat Ben isn’t that easy to find on the internet, you’ve got to work for it. So instead I’ll send you to Ben’s Instagram where it appears there is a lot of fun, novelty sign painting going on, and you can see some Kleavage items in the mix.
Trump Logo is Bad, Not Surprisingly
From this article over on Politico, we see a first look at the new logo for the Trump campaign now that he’s chosen a second fiddle, Mike Pence. The comments on the article immediately identified the school-yard-level weakness in their name combination: TP can stand for toilet paper, or just be an exclamation by itself, as popularized by Beavis from Beavis and Butt-head. TP, in case you’ve forgotten, is the stuff that ends up smeared in feces and flushed down a toilet after being dragged across your asshole. Whoever was directing this design (Trump, we must assume, had approval) chose to actually play up those initials by incorporating them into the flag design at the top.
Second, the wretch tasked with designing this thought they’d get clever with those letters. Sort of intertwine them. Like a college sports logo or something. You know, Notre Dame style. They took the dangly protruding bit of the T and shoved it into that P-hole. On a surface level, it fits great, and best of all, feels great. This would have been entirely serviceable if it stood for Trans Pacific or some other such benign word combination representing, say, a shipping company. But no, each of those letters represents a man. Those with finer political analytical skill could expound here on this delightful visualization of how Pence’s career is about to get Trumped.
Beyond the penetrative problems above, the interlocking TP and bars actually do one thing right: they bring to mind a link in a chain (see the P), a wall, and/or prison bars. In this sense, they represent the one thing that Trump does stand for: whipping up fear and division as a means to his personal gain.
Will we ever learn who is the mystery designer of this already legendary logo? I’m off to search right now…
