I went looking for the ugliest vintage lamp on Etsy, and when I saw this thing, I knew my search was over. $85 “Rustic” fish lamp.
Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)
Vin·tage /ˈvin-tij/ noun. 1. a period in which something was made or was begun. 2. your old crap which you manage to sell to someone else. See also Garbage.
Tag Archives: art
Employees of the Month
“Timoclea uccide il capitano di Alessandro Magno” by Elisabetta Sirani
Although I no longer have the opportunity, office shenanigans were something my friends and I used to thoroughly enjoy. And we were pretty good at it, too. Continue reading
Light as a Feather!
Chris Maynard
Chris Maynard creates spectacular works of bird-centric art often using just one feather. Continue reading
Etsomnia™ Volume XXIII: Upcycled?!?
A mere $6,279.04 will put this “upcycled” entry mirror near your door. I’m guessing it’s intended to scare away visitors.
Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)
Happy New Year! It’s time for the first Etsomnia of 2015!
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Etsomnia™ Volume XX: Bad Gift Edition!
Nightmare-inducing clown decanter. The seller calls it a “Great Christmas Gift”
et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.
“Thanks, I’d rather just have coal.”
Private Lives
Refried Bean
Living Glass
Stiniva I by Shayna Leib (photo: Jim Gill)
99% of the time, I find my own OBTs. Continue reading
Etsomnia™ Volume XIX: ET(somnia) Phone Home
Super-classy iPhone dock and drinks holder. (Rusting trailer and yard full of car parts not included.)
et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.
Happy Thursday! It’s Etsomnia time once again. Continue reading
Not Just Full of Hot Air
©Meghan Coleman
In September of 2013, Meghan Coleman challenged herself to do a new balloon sculpture every day Continue reading
Museum of Selfies:
Museum of Selfies
Turkey Day Reimagined
Mondrian Thanksgiving Dinner by Hannah Rothstein
Hannah Rothstein describes herself as a painter, illustrator, writer, jeweler, and up-to-no-gooder. She can now add ironic food stylist to her list of jobs. Continue reading
Chain Gang
©Soo Sunny Park
Yesterday, I shared some remarkable art made from some pretty uninspiring materials in Spare Parts. Today, I’ve found an artist who works in something even more ubiquitous and unexpected – chain link fencing. Continue reading
Spare Parts
Nude VI (Theia) ©Jeremy Mayer
While wandering the internet in my typical fashion, I was stopped dead in my clickings by the sight of this remarkable artist and his creation. Continue reading
Etsomnia™ Volume XVII: Art Show
“Hippy Mixed Media Collage Art”
et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.
“If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.” -Honore de Balzac
Drawing Jacob
Costumes for Appliances!
Mondrian fridge wrap ©Vinyl Revolution
Welcome to the magical world of fridge decals! Continue reading
Diminutive Decrepitude
©Satoshi Araki
Artist Satoshi Araki works in hyper-realistic dioramas Continue reading
Marbling Madness
Ebru is the traditional Turkish art form of painting on water and transferring the painting onto paper, also called marbling. Continue reading
A Labor of Lovecraft
Squealing White Thing ©Michael Bukowski
“I was much less disturbed by the vaguer tales of wails and howlings in the barren, windswept valley beneath the limestone cliff; of the graveyard stenches after the spring rains; of the floundering, squealing white thing on which Sir John Clave’s horse had trod one night in a lonely field;”
– H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls
My OBT 