The Year of Big Battles & The Transient and the Permanent
gluebook collage in old school reader
Category: Collage
Immunity Against Apathy
Gluebook Volume 9
I finished this gluebook yesterday. It’s another remixed portrait book, this time with (mostly) fashion models. The images came from various fashion and teen magazines (Vogue, Seventeen, W, etc.). The longer I worked on it, the more I thought about how we all more alike than different.
And a quick and sloppy flip through video.
New Book
I did a few easy collages in a new book. This time I’m recycling an old middle school health textbook and using images from fashion magazines.
I overdid things the weekend before last, so last week my wrist and thumb were sore. A combination of aggravated thoracic outlet syndrome and tendinitis. I took things easy this last weekend. Which of course means that today, my left elbow is sore, from overcompensating for my right hand, so now I’m trying to rest my left arm. Good times!
Gluebook Volume 8
I finished filling up another half-full sketchbook with gluebook collage. This one was left over from art school, so it contains everything but the kitchen sink. There are even combinations to my old painting locker and watercolor flat file in the back of it.
It was only fitting that I squeeze in a Gauguin image. I wrote a huge paper on his Manao tupapau (Spirit of the Dead Watching), for a post-impressionism class. The professor made a funny comment after handing it back to me (I got an A). She said she couldn’t figure out what I thought of Gauguin, himself. I didn’t like him much then, and I like him even less now. He created beautiful things, but he did so by colonization.
Gluebook Volume 7
I spent Monday working on a mini-project. I tore out a bunch of portraits from some US history books, mostly of ugly dead white men, because that’s what US history books are full of. Then I divided them into piles of left facing, right facing, and more or less straight-on. Then I started tearing them in half and remixing them.
The way some of them fit so perfectly together is a bit creepy.