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 »
Something about Frank Lloyd Wright just screams out for a tension, and Daumier swoops in with a prayer-y stylo.Liber-tay. Equali-tay. Fraterni-tay. Simplici-tay. Natural bow-tay. Pudeur.Deflation.Excess.... More »
There are times, it seems, when I cannot account for the choices I make in devising these ruined books.The choices make me.Coming from a medical family, I grew up with medical books just within reach. Childhood was laced with the grotesquerie of disease.... More »
Bibliolage is a performance--impromptu, self-interested, of rags and patches.Arlecchino would know the score, and give a kick.American art reclines on a field of sepia tone. How many tubes of burnt umber did Andrew milk forth?.Along...More »
Among other things, I inherited nearly 50 "Extra Button" envelopes from my mother. They all contained buttons, so I have those, too, but it was the array of these little vessels that appealed to me.
Our local Art from Scrap (title self-explanatory) has an annual fund raiser, and the rule this year... More »
Still holding onto this summer, darker than usual and full of man, myth, and magic.Finished this book over a year ago, when the son was still shining and the father had not gone down.It revisits a world I enjoyed well as a boy--my parents frequently...More »
Long and sad story here. I had meant to give this bibliolage to my father as a present, though as I got into it I kept realizing that it might really confuse or even annoy him. His health was failing fast. Not a part of his body or mind was functioning quite right, and the old spirit was...More »
Seems like there's always a better idea, and never more so than when I was a kid. Lines got streamed, pep went into the step, and the tube held us fast. We were populuxed indeed.That word was born just about when I was, and then quietly went somewhere else for a while....More »
I don't know this photographer (Timothy Hearsum), but he has driven through Santa Barbara, as I see from his book of panoramic photos, and his book Road Trips was published in Santa Barbara.I decided to hitchhike along, occupying the wide-openness with my...More »
For this one, you need to know--should know!--the film made in 2002 by Mark Moskowitz, called Stone Reader, which recounts his years of hunting for the author of a highly praised novel that came out in 1972--The Stones of Summer. The author of that novel, Dow Mossman, had... More »
Anthropologie's winter catalogue seemed especially in need of male company--tastefully primitive, thank you.
So I went on a dig and found Early Man, our ancestral nakedness, to liven up the room.
Look at that bone structure.
All this was conceived and executed as a Valentine's Day gift... More »
Two books about Edward Hopper have (been) joined together to form Hopper Hopper, and those lonely individuals, drenched in anomie, are not quite so lonely now. The anomie has been mopped up a little.
The core book started coming unglued after I was well along in the process, so I stitched it up at... More »
A Book of Bibliolage makes a good place to begin this blog. The website goes back a few weeks now. The practice of bibliolaging goes back seven to ten years, depending on your definition. The word bibliolage goes back about three years, my invention, I think. And the blog starts now... More »