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 »
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 »
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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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 »