Street artist My Dog Sighs creates gorgeously painted faces on found crushed cans, which he then leaves on the streets in random places for passers-by to take home. It is both a street art installation project and an altruistic gesture dedicated to the cause of free art for everyone.
Artist My Dog Sighs uses crushed cans he finds on the street as canvases for his awesome Canman series. First the bottom of each can receives a coat of stony grey paint which serves as skin tone. After that the former pieces of litter reveal their own unique personalities as My Dog Sighs creates their facial expressions. Some cans are happy, some sad, some human, some animal, some dapper (check out the sweet mustache and monocle can!). The round ends of the cans sometimes appear to be portholes through which the Canmen peer out at us.
Once completed, the Canmen are prominently placed back on the street where they wait patiently to be discovered and perhaps even taken home by observant pedestrians. Absolutely wonderful.
Valentine’s Day Puzzle Card by My Dog Sighs. Another artist I follow on FB. I know I said this DIY was going to be my last Valentine’s Day post, but I like this puzzle because they are holding on to parts of each other. You could make your own version (I’m thinking of some really funny ones) using a Dollar Store blank puzzle for any holiday.
PORTSMOUTH, UK - Instagram has been a driving force in spreading Portsmouth based street artist, Midge’s work. Use the hashtag #thisismidge and it will serve up a plethora of beautiful hand painted black & white furry wide-eyed creatures lounging around on backdrops of vintage newsprint and aged sheet music.
Recently Midge and fellow Portsmouth artist, My Dog Sighs, caused quite a stir around London when they plastered prominent hot-spots like Shoreditch and Brick Lane with their collaborative series of paste ups.
Because I’m unduly curious about the affairs of others and I got tired of stalking Midge via her Instagram - I rang her up to chat… READ THE REST OF OUR INTERVIEW HERE.
im literally so frustrated because when you tell people you want a dog, they say “no you don’t, dogs are a lot of work” but when you tell people you never want kids they say “oh of course you’ll want kids one day” but kids are more work than dogs??
You’re staring down at your hands with the kind of disapproving blankness that you usually reserve for a particularly bad scene, and true to the gesture, you’re feeling all hells of muddled right now. It’s the first time you’ve had your feet on this floor in a while, and there’s sunlight coming in from the proper direction, not the ambient, directionless glow of LOHAC’s lava. There’s a stale breeze behind you, and you’re so consumed with confusion at how big your sleeves are on your tiny wrists that you don’t notice the noise at first.
It’s distant, and far below you, and so familiar that even after all these years away from your home city. Truly, the cars never really stop driving through the streets. You can only imagine it’s the early morning, and you get a good, full view out your partially open window as your pictures flutter in the light wind. Snoop dog watches you proudly from the wall, and you nearly trip over your own saggy pants before you realize what’s up.
What’s up is that you’ve shrunken. Texas is alive once more, your pictures are no longer tear stained, and all hung up on the wire where they belong. You curse as it becomes apparent that SBURB dropped you right back where you started garbed in all your god tier glory. Is this some new test? Are you supposed to prove something? God, you don’t fucking know, all you know is that you’re way too small, and way too skinny. Where are those fucking muscles you built up? Christ, you’re back to being as physically intimidating as Cal unmanned by your Bro. You clench your fingers.
The fuck is this? You think to yourself, Some kind of apology? “Sorry this game fucked up your life, man. You know what? Here you are, back in the saddle, thirteen and ready to give life a shot.” You’re almost (almost) frightened to think of how this is going to leave you, and you go to remove your sunglasses to sneak a look in their reflection at the state of your eyes when you hear movement on the other side of the door.
HAHA x PARADIGM presents Class Reunion of 2013-14 Exhibition
January 23, 2015 – March 14, 2015
It all started with brunch; HAHA Magazine and Paradigm Gallery + Studio sat across from another and over pancakes came up with the idea to invite artists from around the world to Philadelphia, to share in an open dialogue about the benefits of public art.
These HAHA x Paradigm collaborations filled our past two years with a whirlwind of exhaustingly fun: airport runs, customs snafus, late night Breaking Bad style wheatpaste cooks, citywide scavenger hunts, multiple parking tickets while location scouting (not so fun), an over usage of hashtags, and a loyal following.
Before we venture out into our new projects, we’re getting the gang back together. We hope you’ll join us at Paradigm Gallery + Studio, as we look toward the future with an exhibition of new works by our old friends, and mark our past projects with photography by Conrad Benner of Streets Dept.
Our Class Reunion of 2013-14 Exhibition will celebrate the incredible roster of artists we’ve hosted, the friendships that have been fostered along the way, and the communities, that have come together over a shared love of public art.
What the heck, we’ll even introduce you to the new kid, with a glimpse of our next Artist-in-Residence.
Important Dates for Media
Friday, January 23rd 5:30pm – 10:00pm
Friday, February 27th 5:30-10:00pm
Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays 12:00pm – 6:00pm
Paradigm Gallery + Studio
746 S 4th St, 1st Fl, Philadelphia, PA 19147
Featuring works by: A Common Name (Paige Smith), Summaiya Jillani, Sarah Bereza, X-O (Hyland Mather), MANDO (Amanda Marie), My Dog Sighs, Clint Tillman Reid