Definition of a Reciprocal
collage (magazine clippings, child’s clothing pattern, fragment from old books, and fragment from an antique lace curtain)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
Category: Artist Books
Not Lost Not Sold Not Stolen
Not Lost Not Sold Not Given
collage (altered Polaroid photo, fragments from old books, and catalogue clippings)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
It Didn’t Seem Right to Us, Either
It Didn’t Seem Right to Us, Either
collage (altered Polaroid photo, illustration from Gray’s Anatomy, and catalogue clipping)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
Do you ever feel like the world is just a little too interested in your ladybits?
It Was Always Adam’s Apple & Eve Reworked
Eve Was Born of a Peculiar Rib (reworked)
collage (dress pattern, fragments from old books, T pins, oil pastel, gears, brass brads, sand paper, and poplar tree leaf)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
It Was Always Adam’s Apple
collage (book and magazine clippings)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
I felt like the poplar leaf in Eve was popping out too much, and that it either needed to be toned down or to be balanced in the opposite corner. So I played around with adding gesso, then oil pastel, which helped. Since this is a creation myth, I though some sand paper would be appropriate. And then I remembered the little gears I recently got from Ms. Lea, and applied them with some tarnished brass brads.
The lower image uses a graphic from a biology book, the back page from an Anthropologie catalog, and a magazine clipping. Like most of the glue book type collages I\’ve done, it was a stream of consciousness exercise. This one turned out pretty well, I think.
Eve & Shame
Eve Was Born of a Peculiar Rib
collage (dress pattern, fragments from old books, T pins, and poplar tree leaf)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
Shame?
collage (altered Polaroid photo, fragments from old books, and magazine clippings)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
Indeterminate Forms
Indeterminate Forms
collage (altered Polaroid photo, fragments from old books, dress pattern, and inkjet print on tissue paper)
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
New Journal Pages
Not
collage (raffle tickets, sand paper, and dictionary page) with brass brads
9 3/4 x 14 1/2 inches
Articulation and Attachment
collage (altered Polaroid, poplar tree leaf, and fragment from anatomy text) with photo corners
9 3/4 x 14 1/2 inches
Open Here
Composition Book Journal
collage (raffle tickets, paper cut-out, glassine, and veil) with acrylic paint
9 3/4 x 14 1/2 inches, 26 December 2006
Hemp Bound Journal: Three Things (reworked)
I really didn’t like the way this page originally looked. It was nothing but silver, which worked better conceptually than visually. The only parts I ended up keeping were the coin, mirror, and key. Everything else was gessoed and collaged over. It’s not perfect, but it’s a huge improvement.
collage (fragments from old patent book, key, coin, and mirror fragment) with oil pastel, Neocolors II water soluble wax crayons, instant coffee, gesso, and india ink
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
Three things
Are not four things.
Three things
Are sharper than knives,
Silent famines of thought that
Shine silver like moons in the dark.
Three things are perfectly cold
By intent
By design
By the deadliest scheme.
Three things are ancient wheels
That turn in the night,
Near misses and reflections.
Three things
Are stitching thought to flesh to deed,
Bone drawing blood slickened sinew.
Three things are problematic monsters
Ministering, waiting, and watching.
A Mid-week Bundle of Non-sequitury Goodness
Skirting the Issue
child’s dress pattern, used sandpaper, dried plant fibers, and hemp twine
8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches
I haven’t finished this one yet, but it may not be fit for public consumption once I have, so I thought I’d scan and upload it while I could. I don’t know when I got au fait with Teh Punny, and it needs to stop rightthisminute, but what can I say? It’s an illness.
As you can see, I’m still stuck in Brown Land. I guess I’d better just face the fact that everything in this book is going to be some shade of blech, and stop worrying about it. Maybe if I tell myself it’s a reflection of the winter landscape, it won’t bug me so much. And pigs might fly.
The new Earl Brothers CD is out. Wheee! The Earl Brothers are goth bluegrass at it’s very finest, with a blend of humor and menace that can be found in some of Nick Cave’s best work. Their first CD was one of those rare gems that is an excellent companion for cleaning, arting, or driving. If their second release is half as good as the first, it’s worth every penny and then some. (Guess what I’m getting myself for my birfday?)
Speaking of music… I’m sure everyone has suffered having a song stuck in their head, and been unable to get rid of it. It happens to me regularly. Well, yesterday I had one so firmly lodged, that it stayed there all day, then showed up in my dreams, which consisted of various efforts to dislodge the damned thing. That’s right, I wasted my precious REM time getting rid of Generation X’s Kiss Me Deadly. Not because the song itself was bothersome, mind you. I quite like it. But, it had thoroughly outstayed its welcome.
This just in from the Things Could Be Worse department: Be thankful that you don’t own the green Pontiac that mysteriously rolled out of its parking slot this afternoon.
I’m in the process of installing WordPress on my main site. If I get time over the extra-extra long weekend (four days, onna count of MLK Day), and if my connection cooperates, I’ll play around with it (as in, I’ll try to break as many templates as possible). Right now, it is Teh Vanilla. My host also has some interesting looking image gallery packages that I’m going to have investigate. Because, you know, I need to complicate my life like I need another hole in my head. It’s that time of year, though. Spring cleaning is overrated. Personally, I’m a fan of mid-winter cleaning.
Hemp Bound Journal
I uploaded a couple more pages from the hemp bound journal. One is kind of meh, but I like the poem that accompanies it. The other is visually more interesting, but the poem isn’t as good. That’s about par for the course. The poems are part of the Creation Myth series I’ve been playing with.
This journal was a great idea, but it ended up being a royal pain in the arse to work in. The pages are nice and heavy, which I like, but the brown color gives me a mental block. I keep pulling out the gesso and waxed paper to try to cope with the unending brown. I wonder why that bothers me, but white paper doesn’t?
A Question of Ghosts
December 22, 2005
If we were soaked in the practice
Mechanisms of truth
Lost in the work
Sanded and rectified
Stuck tight to what seemed fitting
What was lately manipulated
Encouraged
Then killed,If, all around us
The ghosts were deserting,
Would we become gods
Woe takers and lightning makers
The careful sculptors of bones and
Guardians of the lesser portion?
Three Things
December 6, 2005
Three things
Are not four things.
Three things
Are sharper than knives,
Silent famines of thought that
Shine silver like moons in the dark.
Three things are perfectly cold
By intent
By design
By the deadliest scheme.
Three things are ancient wheels
That turn in the night,
Near misses and reflections.
Three things
Are stitching thought to flesh to deed,
Bone drawing blood slickened sinew.
Three things are problematic monsters
Ministering, waiting, and watching.
red paper boat 