Paradoxical Art For Sale
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1. Have a look at the gallery of available works below. The caption below each image displays the price and title. Make note of the ones you’d like to purchase. Prices range from $70 – $270 and shipping is included.
2. Email me at angela.guyton[at]gmail.com with the name of the image you’d like, along with your address, so I can check that it’s still available. And Then I’ll write back with payment details.
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Nothing Rhymes With Rats
We’re also on Instagram @NRWR_COMIC, where you can view all the rats comic strips we’ve put out to date. Currently working on our second book too. Exciting times!
I’ve been working with Ramsey Janini to make a comic strip called Nothing Rhymes With Rats. It’s about two rats as they navigate life. Everything from the domestic to the cosmic and spiritual (spoiler: these all overlap in significant ways!)
Early in the strip’s history, their environment was a cage, but both Ramsey and I wanted to put something out into the world that was more optimistic. Optimism can be a weapon, and it seemed a much better approach for us in the way we dealt with the circumstances of our own lives. Faced with some difficult moments, cynical snark seemed less satisfying….
We hope you enjoy our rats stories. And if you like them enough, perhaps you’d like a rats book or shirt from my shop. The book is 140-ish pages long and includes a supplementary section with our sketches, comments, insights, etc. Pics of the book below. We ship worldwide.
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$15 + shipping – trade paperback
$5 – digital pdf
You can also find most of the strips on our instagram account @nrwr_comic. (Though there the art is reformatted to fit instagram. The book features them as they’re meant to be experienced.)
New Rats, now in techno color!
Our new book will be out later this year.
The Awe of Space
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
That was Terry Prachet’s final message, delivered in a series of tweets.
Elon Musk’s response to the night sky is the desire to create slave colonies on Mars, where people can pay off their debts and where a bunch of people will probably die. Jeff Bezos plans to create sacrifice zones where he can launch Earth’s waste at will, and charge us for the pleasure. We can easily imagine that these are the opening scenarios for dystopian sci-fi novels that describe the end of humanity. I suppose I am grateful that all Richard Branson wants to do is Disney-fy space, so he can rent lunar hotel rooms to billionaire clients. He speaks about giving people access to space in the same way neoliberal politicians speak about giving people access to healthcare.
The aspirations of these mediocre men are not only dangerous to the rest of us, but profoundly banal. I suspect those two characteristics have a lot to do with one another as empathy requires a certain amount of imagination. As tainted with nationalism that the 20th century space race was, there was a sense that humanity had achieved something. In stark contrast, Musk, Bezos, and Branson only advance their own names and brands. What’s worse however, is the role the nation states have played in constructing the billionaire class to the detriment of their own citizens. Humanity hasn’t achieved anything here, and what these people did manage to carry out (with the help of huge government subsidies, despite this performance of rugged individualism) pales in comparison to what NASA and the Soviet Union were able to achieve 60 years ago, with a fraction of the computational power and knowledge.
As the media broadcasts these billionaire launches on all channels, while simultaneously singing their praises, I had to interrogate why I found those images so viscerally distasteful. I experienced just how I position the profane in relation to the sacred. Space—the night sky—exists as a sacred place to me. It is both external and internal to me.
I ascribe space a certain significance with regard to death. It’s as if I’ve buried loved ones there. I can’t touch these stars but can they now? And somehow I understand that everyone is always ever together, because I don’t feel the distance that their deaths would imply. They are in me, and we are all ever in space. I am not the only person to experience the night sky in this way. We’ve all looked up and felt that sense of awe.
We are capable of imagining better futures
Here are some small drawings I made by pushing graphite powder around in search of an image. I’m trying to capture something of what I admire in sci-fi in general, but of the works of Frank Herbert, Ridley Scott, Ursula Le Guin, and Ben Marcus specifically. I masked off their edges, and distressed areas of the page. I did this to give the impression that they might be photographs or daguerrotypes brought back from distant, unreachable, times and places–an activity that is perhaps indistinguishable from excavating images out of the imagination.
Saltine’s Book of Parables
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I am very proud to present to you Saltine’s Book of Parables. This hardcover art book is a collaboration between myself and Saltine–world renowned art historian, and former financial manager to the Ford administration. We also collaborated very closely with Cody Sullivan, who Saltine represents in all matters legal and managerial.
I consider this book of ours to be something of a children’s book for adults. Written in Saltine’s unique voice, these parables are witty, succinct, wise, and offer reflections on the wide breadth of human experience. Everything from navigating anal fissures in relationships, to eschewing desperation in bathhouses, and back through again to lessons about setting boundaries, bargains, and how our hair can get tangled up in it all.
Zero Town
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$4 + shipping – physical floppy comic book
$1 – digital pdf
Zero Town is a neo-noir mystery of involuntary time travel, the supernatural, and mad science all set against the backdrop of South Florida’s biggest city right before its biggest disaster.
Written by Jason Chestnut, art by me, and we’ve just completed the first issue!
Jay and I were friends in Miami at the turn of the century.
Nothing Rhymes With Rats (Trade Paperback)
This 140 page, perfect bound book collects the comic strips that take our rats on a journey of self discovery–from the cage and nihilism to transcendent hope. Get it HERE.
Paradoxical Book 1
Reluctant, time-travelling, twins have to solve a paranormal murder mystery set in 1920s Miami. It was co-created with writer Jason Chestnut. We’ve included the first two issues in this 52 page comic book. Get it HERE.
Bastet’s Rats Nest
Our two rats are at it again. This time caught-up in a National Treasure type caper that takes them deeper and deeper into the occult. Co-created with Ramsey Janini, it’s a wild ride. Get the 52 page comic HERE.
