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Tyler Landry

A bit about me

And so it came to pass that on the twentieth day of the third month of the year of our lord (your lord) 1981 (mille-neuf-cent-quatre-vingt-un) that a child was born. He has since decided that writing about himself in this way is far too difficult a task.

A strange and sickly little boy, Clav was often found cerebrally traveling in his own peculiar world filled with orange trucks, dinosaurs and nightmarish monsters who dined almost exclusively on tuna sandwiches. He spent most of his time drawing these very creatures, giving them lives, names, and making them sweat in the scorching prehistoric sun.

Then Clav grew up. sort of.

Honestly, things really didn’t change too much other than the appearance of chest hair and a hankerin’ for a good pint every so often. These days Clav spends his time toiling for the man and wishing he was more like the kids he’s now responsible for raising. He sleeps very little.

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A strange and sickly little boy

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clav says :

I make an effort to cover as many different methods and styles of work as i possibly can. I want to blur the lines between cartoons and fine art, between painting and pixels, between paper and web graphics, etc… i tend not to believe in one single visual form or another, but in the best parts of each co-mingled in the right combinations. This work comes from a part of me that desires to see textures and forms and colors and lines all present, acting in harmony AND discord. I can probably attribute my tendency to mix and match to the fact that i have a very hard time making up my mind concerning anything. Visually, i’ll just decide to use everything, rather than just one thing.

and in addition :

Occasionally there’s a comment to be made on someone or some situation within my work, but that is not always the case. Some of the work exists purely for the sake of itself, its lines, its forms, whatever… and some of it exists as part of some narrative, be it literally part of a story or just a snapshot of what’s going on in my life. I try not to be pompous or pretentious about the images i make. I don’t believe in having to explain an image’s worth in other terms, having to pump it up from underneath with lengthy dissertations about how i was feeling the day i painted “that red stroke” or the social implications the line work in a given piece. These things don’t interest me in the least. The images stand or fall on their own merit.

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Canada, eh...