The Devil Rocks

“Please allow me to introduce myself …” *

The above is a very quick illustration bemoaning the state of media in Jordan …

In a nutshell, Project Pen did some wall stencils around Amman, and that were sadly mistaken for secret subliminal signs left by cat slaughtering devil worshipers, or as our over zealous media and journalists likes to refer to as Satanists.

For the actual story, more like ignorant sensationalist load of bullshit, which is in Arabic, press on this blue magical link:

http://bit.ly/10QAStw

So my question to you Mr. & Mrs. Intellectual: What do you do when faced with such a shameless story published in a respectable newspaper?

The reason I am saying it is respectable because I worked there for eight years with its sister newspaper The Star Weekly. Maybe the newspaper took a wrong turn over the years like our educational system that is rearing ignorance and lack of human morals among other things; ignorance that will haunt our society in the future in the form of clueless citizens.

Well, you don’t just publish a status condemning it as stupid and other adjectives that come into mind. Okay, maybe you do that but after just doing that, you pick up the telephone and call the head of the local news department who allowed the piece to get published.

Here is the number:

06 560 8000

Now make some noise before this turns into a witch hunt; and all graffiti and stencil artists are turned into moving targets by ignorant minds!

Since many, including administrators from Project Pen, have probably contacted the editor and the head of the local news department at Addustour, and in fear this black stain in the face of journalism will be removed as if nothing happened here is a screen shot of the actual piece of unprofessional journalism.

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Yalla, let us make that ignorant journalist regret the minute he decided to author a sensational piece that feeds on ignorance and fear of the different: Fear of art and freedom of expression.

* The opening line from The Rolling Stones’ Sympathy for the Devil …

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Randomness over purpose. Mind over body. Hate not love. Lost. Found. Lost again. Not to be found. Have you seen my cosmic umbrella? losses. Don’t give a fuck! Give a fuck! Respect replaced with lack of thereof. Thank you for dropping – off  -my mask. In + Sanity=Out of mind. Out of Place. A fish out of water inside a tea kettle. Lines broken down into sentences that are trapped withing the lines of floating word bubbles that are about to burst and broken narration boxes hanging over the heads of unsuspecting personages, men and monsters, incarcerated within the frames of a deranged writer/artist, who is sick of his vomit.

The above is from my stream of consciousness pieces. I’ve been posting a lot of these pieces on Facebook. Almost forgot about this one.

I did the illustration while waiting for my colleague Moyad Jaikat to finish reading the news bulletin during my shift at Radio Jordan 96.3 Fm, where I have been working as a radio presenter/DJ/news anchor since 2003.

A visual blog post is coming your way soon. It involves Godzilla and a tough-as-nails geisha called Geisha L.O.V.E like the ones that you will find at this link:

http://on.fb.me/17PEOQl

Have a pleasant day all :-})

Batman by Sardine for Ikimuk FB
Na na na na na na na na na na na na … Batman!

To those of you who don’t read Arabic here is a translation of the above illustration.

Word Bubble:

Where are you?

Batman:

My city calls …

Waynak?/Where Are You? is my submission to the Ikimuk, a wonderful t-shirt company based in Beirut, Lebanon, competition. This month’s theme was Arabian – or Arabized – superheroes.

In order for this to get printed it has to reach a certain number of orders … hmm … around 25. What am I saying?

I am saying that is available for order and if it is to be printed you have to order it before May 22nd. You can order it by pressing on this magical blue sentence http://ikimuk.com/design/78/Waynak-?

Why Batman?

At first I wanted to do a Geisha riding a toy Godzilla, don’t get any dirty thoughts now, but than I remembered I was supposed to draw a superhero theme.

The design that you are now looking at is the one I ended up drawing. If it weren’t for The Long Halloween comic book that was written by Jeph Loeb and illustrated by Tim Sale I would have never dared to draw Batman in my own style.

I originally wanted to have the Bat sign to say “Waynak Ya *Khara?” or “Waynak Ya *KharaMan?” but I wasn’t sure I was allowed to.

Anyway …

I think I said enough!

Don’t forget to check out Ikimuk’s wicked designs that were made by some really awesome Arab illustrators and comic artists. Thank you Ikimuk for accepting it :-})

Lately, and part of my work as art director at Mlabbas, I have been focusing a lot on designing t-shirts and illustration. I’ve been submitting to Threadless and Design by Humans, where I now have a submission up for voting.

Yep, I am talking about Nachos of the Living Dead that I blogged about earlier. The voting process for this one is about the likes, comments and shares on Twitter and Facebook.

http://www.designbyhumans.com/vote/detail/225735

So why am I going through all this trouble? Well, for starters my agent got held up in a Mexican prison. He was trying to smuggle some historic luchador, wrestling masks, back to Jordan when he got detained. I think he got five years in a maximum security prison.

It is time to burn the afternoon candle from both ends!

P.S: Will post the Geisha riding on Godzilla soon.

And yeah, don’t forget to “order” my t-shirt as Facebook LIKES won’t get it printed ;-})

*Shit

*ShitMan

Godzilla With IBO

ظهر غودزيلا من سقف السيل. الصراحة العقبة بعيدة والبحر الميت حر كتير. ذهل الجميع! صرخ صاحب كشك موبايلات، “يما! سحلية!” تجاهله غودزيلا و مشى باتجاه الرويال. عالطريق لقط غودزيلا باص كوستر خبط باصبع رجله. شل بخت السواق و المحصل. بصريح العبارة أكلهم! “شوفلك هالبدعة الامريكية التافهة؟” صرخ مثقف واقف عند زاوية في شارع بسمان بيقرأ جريدة صفراء عفنة! سمعه غودزيلا و قال، “يا بهيم أنا ياباني! ياباني! أنا شو ضربني و زرت عمان. خليني ارجع لطوكيو! تكسي!” رفض التكسي يطلع غودزيلا. “يا حبيبي شارع الرينبو بيخرب بلاطات السيارة؟” قال السواق المتباكي. دعس غودزيلا عليه و كملها مشي. يتبع

The above shorter than short story is part of a collection of short stories that I write for my Facebook page Thoughts from Within A Sardine Can (خواطر من داخل علبة سردين) that I started writing a few years ago.

This is the link to my page that is dedicated to writing in Arabic.

http://on.fb.me/16dRjaa

I am quite fond of the Arabic language. I started reading in Arabic before I switched to English during high school. However, I do still read Arabic books that I pick up from Al Jaheth Bookshop (مكتبة الجاحظ) and the Friends Bookshop (مكتبة الاصدقاء), that sells used books; and elsewhere in Down Town Amman (البلد), where I spend a lot of time walking.

I hope you enjoy my humble absurdist writings through which I try to explore the psyche of man and existence.

So why the title GodzillaBig in Amman?

In addition to the obvious homage to Alphaville’s Big in Japan my Big in Amman is an idea for a t-shirt design that I am working on, and that pays homage to Godzilla and the black and white horror B-Movies.

As for the above photo/illustration collage it is from a quick draw that I did when my friend Cartoonist Ibraheem Alawamleh was paying me a visit. Click on his name and you will find yourself at his Facebook page.

We were discussing creating a photo/cartoon collage and this was a quick practice.

Translation:

Can someone tell me where the Luzmila Hospital is? That son of a bitch Mothra bit me … 

By the way if you don’t know your Godzilla you won’t get it ;-})

Thank you for following my blog and for visiting my head in spite of all the mental vomit :-})

Respects and appreciation …

Mike V. Derderian,
A Homo sapien, a writer, a comic artist and a fierce windmill slayer trying to get a hold of a banana in a world governed by apes …

Nachos of the Living Dead

From the depths of the guacamole dip they rise and they have one thing on their worm filled dead minds:

Your brainzzzzz!

No! This blog post is not sponsored by Doritos ;-})

Consider this an absurdist blog post in an ever increasing absurd world.

Thank you for following and reading my blog  :-})

Mike V. Derderian,
A Homo sapien, a writer, a comic artist and a fierce windmill slayer trying to get a hold of a banana in a world governed by apes ..
Also known as Sardine

Illustration by Sardine

By Mike V. Derderian

A passionate embrace is flooded by streams of light. Gold yellow waves interspersed with darker shades the color of violet, red, orange and white engulf a man and a woman in a state of love.

Stand still, keep quite and watch the enamored couple; the only two who managed to find each other unlike the other men and women who roam the dream-like illuminated pieces of Hammoud Chantout, that are now hanging at Dar Al-Anda Art Gallery in Lweibdeh.

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State of Life, that measures 145 x 120 cm, is but one of the many impressive canvases that Chantout’s hands created. It  conjures up Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss. Chantout’s two lovers are caught in a vortex of colors that embody the enlightenment that their love brought fourth.

Unlike the two in State of Life, a title that Chantout used with other pieces, the others appear to be aloof and detached. Viewers will find them standing next to objects that Chantout’s brush brilliantly produced.

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Why is that male artist standing a few meters away from a red chair, while another, a female artist, is leaning on a rail amidst a haze of earthly tones?

Some of Chantout’s colorful personages, and I say colorful because uneven patches of color formulate their construct, are standing next to bright colored pieces of furniture while others are standing under trees that give away echoes of Africa.

Viewers crossing the entrance hall will find a set of six exquisite miniature tableaux to their right. Chantout cleverly created a landscape broken down to six pieces. Each pieces tells part of a story that could have happened anywhere around the world. The architectural edifices that Chantout relies on to create his sceneries give out the feel of Syrian rural mud houses.

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Born in 1956 Chantout graduated from the Suhail Al-Ahdab Art Center in Hama, Syria in 1975. In 1976 he was admitted to the Faculty of Fine Art with a 1st rank. He has been holding solo and collective exhibitions in Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Kuwait, Canada, and Turkey since 1972.

At Dar Al-Anda one will also come across a book entitled Chantout and that allows viewers to take a glance at his impressive volume of  work.

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Copies of this book that holds haunting images that found their way out of Chantout’s beautiful mind are most probably on sale.

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The female figure dominates a lot of Chantout’s pieces.

The Bride with the White Mask (70 x 100 cm), Paradise (70 x 100 cm), Hope (80 x 100 cm), Angel (60 x 70 cm) and A Princess from One Thousand Nights (60 x 70 cm) are a celebration of the femme and her role in the building of humanity and the birth of mythology’; a legacy that some are trying to bury.

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Thanks to such poignant pieces by Chantout the celebration continues, and another memory is added to humanity’s collective memory, to remind us of the  femme that haunted the minds of artists throughout the ages.

With Adam’s Apple (60 x 70 cm), and that Dar Al Anda used for the cover of their beautifully designed brochure, a must have, Chantout offers us an interpretation of the ultimate illumination: Knowledge.

Illumination springs from darkness and as one goes through the details of Chantout’s pieces a balance is found. Where there is darkness there are also corners that are illuminated; corners where artists like Chantout, and the likes of him over the centuries, have found themselves standing to illuminate the path for the rest of us.

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Don’t search for clear answers in a painting, enjoy the emotions it yields within you. The above piece Oriental Princess (122 x 100 cm) is but one of many of Chantout’s pieces that will generate discourse in the minds of viewers.

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Anyone entering Dar Al Anda, before Chantout’s Illuminations exhibition wraps on April 25, will come across a torrent of colors and lines that carry within their folds a lot of passion and interpretations that will stir ones’ imagination.

For more information about Dar Al-Anda go to http://www.daralanda.com

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A footnote:

1 … 2 …  3 … 4 …

The text pointer flashed a couple of times before he started typing.

Two years passed since he last wrote a professional art review, a review that used to be published in The Star on a weekly basis; a review that used to be edited. He was edited by three individuals. The one he loved most passed away a few months ago. Rest in peace Abu Hassan.

In 2003 I joined The Star weekly as an intern. My dear father went with me. I managed to get a shot at writing an art review of a botanical exhibition at The Instituto Cervantes in Amman. It was a successful piece even though the exhibition and the description of the pieces were in Spanish. They were impressed and I started getting paid on a freelance basis. After a few weeks I managed to convince the editor that I would be able to write cinema reviews. I was given a column and was asked to come up with a name. Cinerama was born. After a year I got the job and I was a staff writer. Why a year? That’s another story for another blog post.

The above few lines demonstrate how I felt as I wrote this review after three years of not writing any. It only took me a moment to decide. I was outside Dar Al-Anda running an errand.

“It has been so long. Don’t you miss immersing yourself  in art? Go in!” I thought to myself. It was quite an emotional experience that reminded me of the eight years I’ve spent visiting art galleries in my Amman part of my work as a journalist; an experience I loved.

Hopefully I will get back to doing this more often ;-})

 

Amitabh Bachchan by Mlabbas

Like many of you I grew up watching Bollywood movies. Amitabh Bachchan was in a way my hero. Actually he was my hero :-})

I always admired his ability to dodge, jump and beat up a few funny looking cliched henchmen while he was still up there … somewhere … in the air. Rotating like a sinewy cat flung by wicked kids and gyrating like a celestial body that defies the laws of gravity.

The man can jump, fight, sing, love and woe women – even though he never kisses them on screen. In Bollywood on screen kissing is a taboo and you can ask Richard Gere about that.

How did Amitabh get away with all of the above, jump, fight, sing, love and woe women; and yeah beat the baddie to a pulp as the video tape neared its end?

Because he is fuckin’ Amitabh Bachchan that’s why; and I still admire him after all these years!

So the above illustration is  a node to the influence of the hundreds of VHS Bollywood tapes that I grew up watching with my family back in the 80s. What I remember most is how my grandmother Georgette used to break out in tears whenever the lost children, who are all grown, reunited with their mother; blind father; or lost siblings.

It was such a cathartic experience. Good triumphing over evil. It always made me wish if life was more like a Hindi movie. At least in a Hindi movie you get to meet, dance and sing with Ali Larter. Don’t ask – just rent out the 2007 Willard Caroll’s Marigold.

For this design I went with the Pop Art solid look.

Thank you Imad Shawa, my boss at Mlabbas, where I have been working as an Art Director for the past year, for okaying this :-}) Expect more Bollywood t-shirts!

On the sidelines of this blog post, and to explain why I haven’t been writing more, I’ve added the following images of t-shirt designs that I’ve submitted to Threadless. At the moment I am focused on improving my lines as an illustrator and comic artist, and to be honest t-shirt design has become a personal passion.

TMNT 1

http://www.threadless.com/TMNT/turtle-minimalism/

Chicken Bunjee Jump 1

http://www.threadless.com/threadless/chickens-dont-fly-they-bungee-jump/

So feel free to High 5 my designs, leave a comment and share – provided that you like them enough to do so.

P.S: Will blog more … promise!