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collage (anatomical illustrations, tape transfer, stencils, architectural plans, and altered Polaroid) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
Category: Collage
The Hare’s Dream
collage (anatomical illustration, map, child’s dress pattern, and library book card), drawing (ink, graphite, and charcoal) and found art on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
She Slips through My Hands
collage (anatomical illustration, inkjet print, raffle ticket, child’s dress pattern, and butter wrapper) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
My mom and I were talking this afternoon about memory, and how tricky it can be.
The Tortoise
collage (magazine clippings, anatomical illustration, tape transfer, and altered Polaroid) and found art on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
The Automatons
I promised art a couple of days ago, but obviously, I lied. And by the time I finished last night, it was way past my bedtime.
This one has another packing tape transfer (a phrenology model), but it’s even fainter than the last one I did. I like the way it turned out. Tape transfers are kind of hit-and-miss for me. Often, the image pulls completely away from the tape, no matter how careful I am or how well I burnish. Some folks recommend soaking the taped image for a few minutes, but that makes the problem even worse. I’ve settled on taping, burnishing the hell out of it, then using a baby wipe to remove the paper from the tape. I haven’t had 100% success with doing it that way, but close to that.
This is a totally adorable demo for making tape transfers. I love that it’s a young boy doing it. He uses clear contact paper, instead of packing tape, but the technique is the same.
collage (altered Polaroid, anatomical illustration, packing tape transfer, and fragment from antique curtain) with watercolor pencil, watersoluble crayon, and found poem in altered book
9 3/8 x 11 3/4 inches
The Automatons
(a found poem)
More valuable than anything else,
his own desire for becoming.
The work and the excellence,
The common instincts of humanity
regarded as the highest virtue
And in the duties of tradition and custom
A convert denied
that destiny ruled his life,
Rejected demands and expectations
To devote himself
to the obstacles that were within him.
Only those who dared
could claim their autonomy.
The End
The End of 2007
collage with Portfolio watersoluble crayon and India ink in composition book
One fringe benefit to writing on crayon is that the ink, which is otherwise permanent, will wipe away pretty well if you make a mistake, as long as you catch it while it’s still wet. A baby wipe works well for this, but I would think a wet napkin or tissue would do the trick, too. (Don’t ask me how I know this!)
Harry and David Pears
The problem with my scanner being recognized was due to Zone Alarm. All is now well!
acrylic, Portfolio watersoluble crayons, eraser stamp, RoseArt ColorSharp metallic marker, fruit wrapper, and ink in composition book
9 3/4 x 15 inches
I messed around with this last night, while watching The Amazing Race. I was annoyed to see Kynt and Vyxsin go. Even when they had a melt-down, they did so without being mean to each other. Not an easy task, I think, under the circumstances. They did well, and they ought to be proud of themselves for that. Not so much the team that came in ahead of them. Aieee! I hope they’re sufficiently embarrassed by their behavior, but somehow, I doubt it.
A Tiny Cell
A Tiny Cell
collage, Neocolors II, packing tape transfer, with found poetry in altered book
9 3/8 x 11 3/4 inches
A Tiny Cell
All that you have
they do not want.
Suspected
schemed
intended to renounce the world
to ask for protection,
Scattering on the earth
giving shelter
a tiny cell
a shrine to the martyrs,
Like others before and since,
Obligations
all the heavier
because they were so often denied.
This spread gave me all kinds of fits. It helped to put down a protective layer of acrylic matte medium before blocking out the text, but I didn’t apply it to the margins. Duh. So, of course, I got crayon everywhere. And then, I couldn’t find any imagery I liked with the text. I wasted a few hours last night, trying to put something together, before giving up. It wasn’t until this evening, while I was on the phone with my mom and rummaging through a drawer of old magazine clippings, that I found something I liked. When all else fails, go for the giant brain, right?
The transparent box is actually a tape transfer I did of another magazine clipping. I liked its dark, smoky, uncertain quality. It was the borders of the box, and the way they tied everything to the text, that sold me.
The Departed & The Chosen
The Departed & The Chosen
collage (altered Polaroid, map, anatomical illustration, and child’s dress pattern) with Neocolors II in altered book
9 3/8 x 11 3/4 inches
The Departed (a found poem)
Our departure
cost nothing less
and offered freedom
from entanglement.
The Chosen (a found poem)
The chosen
arranged
according to the measure
of influence and power.
(Re)Photographing Old Work
There are several pieces that I’ve been meaning to re-shoot, because the original photos I took were total crap. I did a couple this afternoon. I did both straight-up versions as well as tarting them up in Photoshop. It’s kind of interesting when a piece can have two lives, both as an artwork and as a photograph.
Remembering Beatrice Stone
I got an e-mail a couple of years ago from a guy who was looking for genealogical information on Beatrice Stone. I hated to break it to him that the name was made up. Using an old college yearbook, I took a first name from column A and a last name from column B.
Epitaph for Eula Strange
Epitaph for Eula Strange
I dread for me
living one mute day every time
an allusive and subtle communication
an ever present affliction
clutching to me
an old thought to gnaw on.
I am afraid
out of worth
without words
caught and reduced and disorganized
like dreaming of sleep
and the taste of dry bones.
red paper boat 