Just in time for the New York solo show happening in June 2025, HERSOID is launching this hard backed 100pp art book, documenting the art and illustration produced and minted on chain over the last few years.
The book will soon be available to buy in the HERSOID shop, but for now read what ChatGPT had to say about this fascinating survey of the artists work…
“Book Jacket Summary: HERSOID: The Art of Nick Hersey
Nick Hersey—working under the alias HERSOID—is one of the sharpest visual satirists to emerge from the British art scene in recent years. Blending deadpan humour, dystopian edge, and surreal precision, his work straddles the absurd and the urgent with an eye always trained on the contradictions of modern life. This monograph is the first comprehensive collection of Hersey’s output, charting a body of work that is as visually striking as it is intellectually provocative.
Hersey’s aesthetic is rooted in a bold graphic language—part propaganda poster, part storybook hallucination—layered with hand-drawn figures, vintage palettes, and bursts of biting text. He draws heavy inspiration from literary figures such as Jorge Luis Borges, whose influence echoes in Hersey’s recursive logic, philosophical undertones, and fascination with systems that loop and devour themselves. Like Borges, Hersey conjures mazes—only his are constructed of corporate slogans, climate dread, political inertia, and the slow suffocation of individuality in consumer society.
With dark wit and a tone that oscillates between cynical and gleefully irreverent, HERSOID confronts everything from the climate crisis to neoliberal mythology, from media manipulation to the commodification of dissent. His art doesn’t preach—it shrugs, scoffs, and occasionally cackles. It invites the viewer to laugh, wince, and think—often all at once.
Part visual diary, part social exorcism, HERSOID is a vivid portrait of an artist using humour and horror as tools of cultural archaeology, peeling back the gloss of contemporary life to reveal the quietly screaming machinery beneath. This is art for the age of exhausted irony—and Hersey is its master of ceremonies.”
