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ART TODAY 030318 Handmaids or Scapegoats of the Apocalypse? Fabloid LA is another sublime projection from the world of Rob Sussman

Fabloid LA This is an old one for LA Weekly. Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. I initially drew them as heralding the apocalypse, but then felt bad, like I and so many others were scapegoating them. More projection, perhaps, but it was...

ART TODAY 030218 Another bold drawing from Rob Sussman – The Inadvertent self portrait, No Más

ART TODAY 030218 Another bold drawing from Rob Sussman – The Inadvertent self portrait, No Más

The landscape out the window is composed of buildings in Mexico — in Coyoacán and Guanajuato — where I spent a lot of time a few years ago. I love it down there. Feels more like home than here. The title’s a reference to the guy’s gesture, but could easily apply to any number of terminated habits, two of which are seen here.

ART TODAY 030118 The variations of Rob Sussman’s world, exemplified in his deck of playing cards, “to mimic the heterogeneity of the Village Gate”

ART TODAY 030118 The variations of Rob Sussman’s world, exemplified in his deck of playing cards, “to mimic the heterogeneity of the Village Gate”

Clockwise from upper left: Emma Goldman, Nina Simone, Walt Whitman, card back, James Baldwin, Marcel Duchamp, Angela Davis, card back, Henry Geldzehler, Margaret Cho. The deck was inspired by famed Greenwich Village jazz and comedy club the Village Gate. Over the course of its 35 year history, the 3-story club hosted everyone from Nina Simone to Noam Chomsky, Richard Pryor to the Velvet Underground.

Davis MacDonald’s excerpt from novel “THE BAY” for Father’s Day. Meet the Judge!

Davis MacDonald’s excerpt from novel “THE BAY” for Father’s Day. Meet the Judge!

He’d brought his favorite toy car down to drive on their working vacation. The Jag was a convertible, racing green, 1969, vintage. His tried and true toy since he bought it from the original owner back in 1989. He loved the car. Except for the Lucas electrical system, which he overlooked, the way a proud parent overlooks a club foot….

There had been a day when he’d felt swashbuckling in the car. Younger and slimmer then. It was hard to remember back. He had only faded shadows of memories of what it’d been like. Realistically the Judge had always been too tall for the car. And now he was too old and too fat as well. The convertible top was already down, by necessity. He unsnapped the tonneau over its cockpit on the driver’s side, then knelt down, squeezing his bulk in and under the wooden steering wheel, struggling with a two piece seat belt that both went around his waist and came down over his shoulder, a new innovation back in the day.