Well, I'm in Providence for a week to install my exhibition, What Nerve! So I come to you from deep within a Hampton Inn hotel room. It's cold in here! Last night I went to a music show organized by Carlos Gonzalez over at CF's place. Here's a bad photo of the flyer:
I was allllmost the oldest person there, topped by the only other people I knew: Brian Chippendale and Ara Peterson. Old old old.
Here are some Forcefield dudes in mid-installation. 
Here's a detail of Jack Kirby's Dream Machine, which I've been living with for two days. It does not ever get old. 
OK, enough of me... today on the site:
Speaking of Providence, here's Rob Clough on U.D.W.F.G.
That Fort Thunder aesthetic is kept alive in the Italian anthology series U.D.W.F.G (Under Dark Weird Fantasy Grounds). Editor and publisher Michele Nitri is obviously enamored of this style of storytelling, as he's published the first chapters of five different serials from five different artists all working in this style. Brinkman is the name most familiar to English-speaking audiences, though his visual approach will appear startlingly different to anyone who hasn't been following him in recent years. The visuals in his serial "Cretin Keep on Creepin' Creek" are dark grey smudges with a dense, black background. The video game and superhero comic elements present in his earlier work have been mostly expunged in favor of a soupy, atmospheric approach. The visuals are actually quite similar to the work he did for the Cave Evil game a couple of years ago.
And here's Sean T. Collins on Molly Colleen O'Connell's Don't Tell Mom.
In Don’t Tell Mom, Molly Colleen O’Connell successfully realigns form and function: She grants the poetically absurd sexts featured on each of this zine’s drawings of cellphones the power to derange not only the physical objects that convey them, but logic and language themselves. The message, about the distorting influence of sexual desire, is received loud and clear.
Elsewhere:
The Brooklyn Book Festival has released its slate of programming, including a panel moderated by our own Nicole Rudick.
I always love caricatures on restaurant walls, and The Palm had tons, including many by famous cartoonists. Well, not for long...
The Sunday Press is having a helluva sale on its inventory of gorgeous and enormous books.
