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Sunday’s Language

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7″ x 10″

You are a river
(churning current, steadiness, reflector of light, carrier of life)

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Wastrels in a Bunker #1

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8 1/2″ x 11″

A process sketch for a collaboration with Kate Bernheimer. It will be unfolding in the coming weeks, so you’ll be seeing quite a bit of these two castaways.

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Paragraph (with Laynie Browne)

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A small collaborative piece with Laynie, an excerpt from her novel in progress. Possibly more along these lines to come.

from Periodic Companions

When we are all assembeled in memory I ask myself why sometimes it takes so long to
compose a paragraph but O. says it is because we have to be able to comfortably inhabit
that space. He isn’t talking about reclining or tromping about but the physical sensation
of words falling out of the mouth, off of the fingers. He says this very confidently, as
if he has spoken of himself as made up of characters of an alphabet as long as he can
remember.

—Laynie Browne

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We Got Ter Go Ter Nudder Kentry

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7″ x 11″

Wherein the children have lost their way. I feel like posting with this an excerpt from Carl Sandburg about Potato Face Blind Man:

There was a Potato Face Blind Man used to play an accordion on the Main Street corner nearest the postoffice in the Village of Liver-and-Onions.

Any Ice Today came along and said, “It looks like it used to be an 18 carat gold accordion with rich pawnshop diamonds in it; it looks like it used to be a grand accordion once and not so grand now.”

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, it was gold all over on the outside,” said the Potato Face Blind Man, “and 42 there was a diamond rabbit next to the handles on each side, two diamond rabbits.”

“How do you mean diamond rabbits?” Any Ice Today asked.

“Ears, legs, head, feet, ribs, tail, all fixed out in diamonds to make a nice rabbit with his diamond chin on his diamond toenails. When I play good pieces so people cry hearing my accordion music, then I put my fingers over and feel of the rabbit’s diamond chin on his diamond toenails, ‘Attaboy, li’l bunny, attaboy, li’l bunny.’”

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How Things Are Made

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9″ x 12″

This is actually a brand new one (you can tell by the wetness of the yellow). I was thinking I’d revisit the Wastrels, but what emerged was more a precocious woodland child emerging from my ribcage. One just can’t tell until the marks start going down. The Genesis 2: 21-24 reference was more or less accidental. Or incidental.

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I Give Something Up

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11″ x 14″

Variations on the definition of surrender. The figures loosely swiped from Goya’s Los Caprichos [42] subtitled “Tu que no puedes.” (You who can not). The two things just kind of went together.

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Wastrels and Psalm 18

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10″ x 14″

psalm 18:

with the faithful you show
yourself faithful, O God; *
with the forthright you show
yourself forthright.

with the pure you show
yourself pure, *
but with the crooked
you are wily.

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Wastrels

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9″ x 12″

Originally these two came from the frontispiece of my mother’s A Child’s Garden of Verses from the 40’s. Clearly they wandered off.

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Troglodytes

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10″ x 14″

(also titled: The Eyeless Wastrels)

a. A member of a fabulous or prehistoric race of people that lived in caves, dens, or holes.
b. A person considered to be reclusive, reactionary, out of date, or brutish.
c. An animal that lives underground, as an ant or a worm.

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Specter Projector

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22″ x 30″

Another large picture (larger than the others anyway), a kind of companion to “Please Please Pleiades”.


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