The Art of Chelsey Pettyjohn

The amazing style of Brooklyn artist Chelsey Pettyjohn, that I just happened upon in Instagram this morning.

Some of my favorites are embedded below. Note: I think they’re beautiful but some might consider them dark, disturbing, perhaps nightmarish, so fair warning.

potato connection

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


Chompity chomp

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


fry daddies

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


you again

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


stoned again

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


candyman

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


killer smile

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on



Peek

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


devil take the hindmost

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


chop chop

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


born to lose

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


poodle party

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


in the garden

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


comforting sounds

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


old stuff- moon bison

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


bone daddy

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


old habits die hard

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on


chomp chomp

A photo posted by Chelsey Pettyjohn (@hideousthings) on

Running list of pinned tweets

Basically my own favorite tweets that I’ve pinned at one time or another. Here is their graveyard. Visit them, plz.

Serial Self-misrepresentation

My time off since my last role has been varied, plenty of good and bad, but lately has been suffused with struggle and difficulty, both emotionally and physically. I mention this because I seem to have become a serial self-misrepresenter online: when I mention problems/struggles in my life to friends and family directly, they are taken aback. Almost everyone responds that from my photos and posts I seem to be so happy and successful, but it’s rarely how I feel. I think I censor the bad/sad/confused feelings and try to communicate neutrally or positively via imagery or absurdity, probably because I have a hard time processing all the terribleness of the world or what to do about it, especially when I’m fraught with my own baggage.

[Note: this is an abbreviated version of a Facebook post shared to my friends. I’m leaving it out of context as both a minor insight into my character and as a point of exploration for later expansion.]

If it bends, it’s funny. If it breaks, it’s not.

Michael Ian Black is one of my favorite comedians. His stand-up. Stella. The excellent MATES (Mike and Tom Eat Snacks). His books My Custom Van and You’re Not Doing It Right.

And of course, his Twitter:

What to expect if you engage him without knowing his character:

Another riposte:

The coup de grâce:

It’s a statement that reminds as it divides: if you haven’t gone through it, don’t bother reacting. And if you have, the exaggeration is contextualized, enhancing the comedic effect. A confident tightrope dance that few could pull off.

These tweets are an eon ago in Internet years, but still one of my favorite examples of how a talent showcases their nuanced comedic skill through brevity and conversational dynamism. This is organic comedy on a (relatively) new medium, informed by the skills that stand-up comics, especially, must hone over years and years and gig after gig. And of course, this interaction includes dealing with hecklers, other comedians (or wannabe comedians), and irate standers-by.

Everyone is free to @ reply Michael on Twitter. Just know what you’re getting into.

Neurons, man. Neurons.

Getting older, the city streets I physically walk down nearly every day don’t change, yet memory lane gets longer and longer, with the strange effect that, while the lane is longer, I can get from any point to any other point in exactly the same time as before.

Neurons, man. Neurons.

Synaptic lattices.

Ontological orthogonality, in n dimensions.