Lately I’ve grown depressed watching the fillicidical death throes of Low-Brow Art on a grand scale. There is a growing trend of misused nostalgia and abused artistic ability turing illustrators and designers into visual-masturbators. Spurred by the ‘thousand frames per-second’ pace of shitty tumblr sites and geek-run mock-art blogs stunting art-viewing attention spans, and roided-out love of cult-movies, toys, and cartoons, a fetid tidal wave of brain-less fan-art is washing across the Low-Brow art scene dissolving any substance or merit there once was. It’s all the more depressing because these cheap kinkos prints and poorly silk-screened shirts are spilling out of the blogs, etsy stores, and conventions, and into the galleries we fought so fucking hard to get wall-space in. What happened to being visual and conceptual problem solvers? What happened to being creative? I guess pissing on copyrights and trademarks through rehashed fluff is more profitable. Instead of stumbling along on this tangent I’m gonna pass the torch. The true sign of a bad writer is one who uses another’s words to express something he can’t grasp, but fuck it; designer Tom Pappalardo took the words out of my mouth with two articles he penned, STUNT DESIGN, and POSTER DESIGN: MINIMALIST SHALLOW BULLSHIT. I highly recommend reading both, and maybe, just maybe, think twice about dipping your cock in paint and doing that rendition of (insert obscure 80′s movie character) fighting (insert cult cartoon villain) with (insert 90′s toy).