Thursday, December 17, 2015
When I saw the title The Young King I knew this could be something good.
The young King would need a mate for play, a girl for this boy.
And what better girl than a Vargas girl, the girl, eventually, of Playboy?
Oscar Wilde wrote the story,
but it needed something.
What a... More »
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
City Spaces asked me to occupy, but I had to send my avatar--or my ancestor or acrobat.
Down these mean streets a weird goblin must go.
Weighty and weightless.
Lighten up, whydoncha!
Thursday, September 24, 2015
It has been a busy summer with much created, including some bibliolage videos, which I hope to post soon. But then, too, I've been ruining some books, including a book called Ruin, a large photo book of collapsed architecture. The delights of decay. Wonderful quantities of emptiness to fill.
Age... More »
Maximalism seems to be an aesthetic of allowed clutter, which is like a howdy-do to me. Interior designers are usually more inclined to want the I-just-threw-everything-in-the-closet-this-morning-before-the-photographer-arrived look. So this book of decorator self-love (self-abuse) comes at... More »
In my creative community, I am fortunate to have Mr. David Starkey as a friend. He has for years put on a local-access TV show called The Creative Community, and not long ago he did a segment looking at my bibliolages, as I mentiond in an earlier blog post. Click here for a link.... More »
This was a custom job for an Andover friend, Bill Crawford, who had written for pay a monograph/throwaway on Adam Sandler, and as soon as I saw it I knew it needed Kierkegaard.
He had sent me two copies of the book, and the duo suggested the Soren K. duo that seemed on... More »
I have been absent for a while, not because of inactivity, but my website needed to be remodulated--something like that. I didn't realize these things needed new grease every 3000 miles or so.
Meanwhile, though, I have finished a few new bibliolages, only one of which I... More »
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
This book is for healing, though books don't do that.
Understanding, though. Could do with the right book.
When I look for a suitable book, I look for an open space, and what more capacious than the horizon of the west?... More »
This is one that came through jurassically technological and a real trip to do, too.
Vlaminck was a Fauve--wild manic--who long outlived his fellows, well into the era of signed limited editions.
This particular book (1958) I got at the library book sale... More »
This one took forever, with torturous moments, like four years in the White House.
I kept picking it up for a week or two, then losing steam.
Many other bibliolage in between sessions.
... More »
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
On this summer's road trip through mountains and plains, I discovered this curiously shaped book (5.5" x 12.75") in a used bookstore--Big Farmer Big.
A sticker on the endpapers tells me it was originally bought from Schuster Books in Milwaukee, where, I presume, you would also find ... More »
A large volume of photographs from the TASS archives made it clear to me that this summer would be spent cutting up the Soviet Union. Then I found a book on "the purge" and more on the verge that crossed my youth--"missile" was a word I learned in second grade.
All I needed was a place to lie my... More »
When I created this website two and a half years ago I needed to be sparing in my supply of images because I was employing a (patient) other to do the work of scanning selected images from the bibliolages then take all the steps to get them posted here. I was putting off the day of learning how to... More »
Many physicians in my family--brothers, father, grandfather, now a nephew, and others--but my pathway was distracted by the likes of Henri Rousseau.
Known as Le Douanier (Customs Officer).
When I came upon a book about the history of medicine, I thought to bring them together.
Then I came upon... More »
This material still holds me in thrall, and so, for the first time, I have come up with a second volume of bibliolagency.
"Don't dwell on it," was often the advice of my mother and father. To dwell was to die in life, they thought, as the (normal) drive to move on, or progress on the path, instead... More »
This post is--prepare yourself--post-Romantic, though not yet Decadent. "April is the cruellest month," says The Wasteland, but May is cruel, too, in a modern way. And December, in a post-modern. And cruel, too, all the months that put us in mind of mortality and work. Wandering lonely as... More »
Prominent among the effects of my Life (TM): these daughters, who grow into and out of their collections.
They presented me with this spirited animation this Christmas:
And if, when you are there at Vimeo, you happen to see this other creation, I won't say no:
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Since September I have had this deluxe edition of Goethe's Faust (by Goethe), awaiting my attention, and at first I said no, but it just had to be Hummel.
Enlightened figurines, on patrol.
The spiritual war was not so easily resolved.
After the morass of Space Gods of the Gods,... More »
Big gap since last post. HUGE new bibliolage, biggest ever. Elephantine. Each page the size of a road map, and many of the images took up the whole page, as big as a Cape Canaveral rocket launch, a Titan V, a Sputnik, Apollo I through Infinity. NASA (and the publisher) reached for the gods... More »
Friday, November 15, 2013
The theater (note variant spelling) has been the place I go, the topic I teach, and yet for years I have been leery about being mise en that particular scene. Is it, after, all, a place of some horror (shame, guilt, pity and fear) such as I run from in my days and run to... More »