Testing...testing...one, two...is this thing on?
As everyone here well knows by now we may all be out of commission for a bit as the WTC crew tours the sites and sounds and porn shops of Europe. In the meanwhile, until our full out report, I have decided that my first official post should be something near and dear to my heart. Bad Fan Art. Today’s medium: pastels.
In making this contribution I have found that I no longer have fingertips. No, some days ago they became one with my paper and rubbed right into the grain. But Momma always said to find the silver lining in any situation so in this case it comes as a bonus that I can do all the AiR tagging throughout Europe I want without leaving pesky incriminating prints over everything. Hoorah!
Now I could be extremely long winded with this one but it pains me to type with the stubs where my fingertips used to be and there’s a suitcase near that isn’t going to pack itself. So without further ado I give you:
Hi everyone! As of December 23, I have a million presents left to wrap, a filthy house to clean, and four kinds of cookies to bake. In the frenzy, I have not forgotten about our readers, however, so I commissioned our resident GENIUS Iris to create some Christmas fan art for us. Enjoy!
(P.S. Kaja, I totally have not forgotten about your artwork...look for your exhibition soon!)
No matter what you celebrate, ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!!! Have a very happy new year as well! I know that I've been kind of a lazy ghost bitch lately, but one of my resolutions is to write more, and that includes more for WTC, so look for all kinds of Trent-related silliness in the new year.
Oh, and Trent? You've been a VERY good boy this year, so I hope you get everything you want for Christmas...a PS3, Guitar Hero 2, a Wii system (be careful!), some fancy soundboard thing with a gazillion buttons, a Red Ryder bb gun with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time, and a pony.
Love to all,
Do you guys know how much Iris fucking rocks? Iris rocks SO HARD that at her home, routine chores are performed with Trent and his art in mind.
All credit is due here to Iris's husband, x-9c@, for this landscaping masterpiece, "The_Downward_Mower."
[Yeah...that's his Christian name. What about it?]
Anyway. although our x-9c@ is only a casual listener of NIN, even he couldn't resist contributing to our bad fan art gallery. His preferred medium is, obviously, mower and grass.
Just wait til you see what happens when leaves need to be raked and snow shoveled at La Casa Iris!
I'm so stoked that I keep getting all these kick-ass submissions to the Gallery of Bad Fan Art. All I gotta say is, keep 'em coming!!!
Our own Kittykins sent me these a couple of days ago, and I was most impressed. She tells me that she created them by painting over existing pictures of Trent in Open Canvas. They totally remind me of the animation technique of rotoscoping, and if you've seen the movies Waking Life or A Scanner Darkly, you'll know what I'm talking about. So Richard Linklater, meet Kittykins. Kittykins, Richard Linklater.
Meanwhile, you know how in the "First Exhibition" thread, I called for a "Mariokart Trent" picture? Well, none other than GABRIEL'S WHORE answered my call...in her own special way. I swear to God, this is the single funniest thing I've ever seen in my fucking life:
And uh...kids...if you check out the Lair of the Stank these days, you might see that the Whore created a motherfucking COMMERCIAL for Gabriel. Dierdre, I recommend you not watch it if you're at all in danger of bursting a blood vessel. Ahhhh, it's nice to be l'orangerie stank's manager and have some deranged fan do all my work for me!
Hey, everyone! Another week, another exhibition in our Gallery of Bad Fan Art! Except nothing that our Iris has sent me could ever be classified as "bad." OMG, she fucking rocks, AND she's more prolific than all of Andy Warhol's Factory! (Not to mention the fact that she did these all herself, without the assistance of drug addicts, drag queens, porn actors and other superstars.) Logos, album covers, portraits, video screen shots...it's all here! I couldn't be prouder of our Iris...and I can't wait to show you what's she's made. So enough intro...check this shit out!
And everyone...don't forget to send me YOUR fan art!!!
Okay, so I realize that I'm basically stealing my own thunder by posting on top of myself. However, ladies and Gabes, I am just too fucking excited to bring this to you after a lot of anticipation and procrastination.
It was probably a few months ago when I realized that, as a fansite, WTC seemed to be...missing a little something. I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. We had pictures of Trent to drool over, philosophical discussions and profane arguments, poetry and fanfiction, concert reviews, a book club, cover songs--but I realized that the one thing we have not brought to the NINternet is embarrassing fan art.
And I think it's about time.
I fully hope and expect that all of you will send me submissions. Just send your pictures of your paintings and sculptures and needlepoint and other arts and crafts projects to me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and perhaps you too will be featured in future exhibitions of the Gallery of Bad Fan Art. But for now, I figured that I would kick things off by showing you a few of my terrible drawings. It's a small gallery right now, but I plan to add more in the future. For this collection, I used the back of scrap pieces of paper at work and a black Bic pen, the only writing utensil I could locate at home. I set up my scanner at home just for this project.
I should probably point out that I CAN'T DRAW TO SAVE MY GODDAMN LIFE. But that doesn't stop me from expressing my love for Trent Reznor in the visual medium. In fact, I realized today that I wasn't particularly good at drawing entire bodies, but fortunately there are lots of pictures of Trent from the shoulders up.
So without further ado, I bring you the very first exhibition in Maise's Gallery of Bad Fan Art: