Feltus The Great

It has been said that Tobias Feltus “breathed the air of the Italian renaissance throughout his childhood”, born accidentally under the same roof as partner in business and art, dear brother Josef, in “an affectionate nest animated by the haphazard air of art”. Perhaps this explains why his art has been described as “post-neo-classical-divisionism”. Indeed. Together the brothers overcome their differences and inability to communicate (unless it be telepathically or through ethernet cable), to unleash to the universe the creative force that is FeltusFeltus. The self-professed designer, photographer, producer, taxidermist, lover of heilan coos, collector of bizarre antique medical implements describes himself as a “creative whirlwind of nonsense topped with strawberries and whipped cream” and often wonders whether the meaning of life is “to procreate (or pretend to do such, thanks to modern contraceptives)”… ladies beware. To be snapped by the artist formerly known to resemble Prince, is indeed a rare and exquisite experience, known only to the rich, famous and z-list. If the photographer requests to take you for a shoot, apparel-deficient, into a dark forest in the middle of nowhere, it really is going to be OK. Did I mention orange? Did I mention boobies? Furry muff. Just don’t call him Toby… (thelaureltree)