THE EYEMAZING WORLD OF CHARLIE ROBERTS
Most of American artist Charlie Roberts’ work looks like the mindstream of a comics-obsessed tween with a Ritalin prescription: look at that gnome humping that tree trunk; look at that axe; I’m eating crisps; I’m surfing; me in sneakers; look at that gnome screaming; it’s a gun; it’s a rifle; it’s a man shot dead; oh look, blood; that guy’s puking; I wanna build a tree house; give me your water guns; I’m frying eggs; I see boobs; I wanna baseball bat; it’d be a cool to be a bat; Batman; Batman cap; ice-cream Sundaes; skate ramp; pot of gold; look at that gnome speaking on a cell phone… The information shitstorm that hits you when you’re eyeing up his art makes you feel like a testosterone-dizzy hoodlum about to plant a flaming bag of crap on a neighbour’s doorstep.
It’s pretty eyemazing.
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