In the past six months or so, I serendipitously have stumbled upon two artists that have really captured my imagination.
Aya Takano. I first came across Aya Takano in Barcelona, during a visit to the Miro Museum. It was kind of strange, because I went to the Miro Museum to see the work of its namesake, Joan Miro. But the museum also has some gallery space dedicated to visiting exhibits. During my visit, they were featuring the work of Aya Takano, who made much bigger impression on me than Miro.

I think I’m drawn by the soft, playful colors and the cosmic strangeness of her scenes. You have to be careful though, as she depicts a lot of skinny young women, often undressed and often in superficially erotic contexts, so it can be mistaken for kiddie porn.
James Marshall (Dalek). I discovered James Marshall just this week, on a walk through my old neighborhood in Washington, DC. Apparently, the dodgier parts are now thriving with wine bars and art galleries. One, the Irvine Contemporary, is currently featuring Marshall’s work.

I was immediately drawn to his bright colors and intricate compositions. You can spend hours finding new details in each of his designs.
What do both Takano and Marshall have in common? This guy:

Takashi Murakami. Evidently, both Takano and Marshall spent time at Takashi’s Kaikai Kiki gallery before venturing to do their on exhibits. There’s a name for Takashi’s style of art: loosely, Superflat, and it’s really my thing.
Today, I taking a train to New York, and luckily for me, the Brooklyn Museum is featuring a temporary exhibit of Takashi. Man, I hope I wake up in time…