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  • Untitled
    with a Guiding Light

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    with a Guiding Light

    This one started as a train, but I read some about ecological bioindicators and was rather taken with the idea that you can tell the health of a place by looking at the health of those who live there.

    Amphibians are really good bioindicators- they absorb a lot of toxins and pollution through their skin.

    Poor guys. I wonder, if there were interpersonal bioindicators, would I be an amphibian?

  • Untitled
    with Constituent Vessels

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    with Constituent Vessels

    I generally start in one place and end somewhere unexpected when making these prints.

    There is a deconstruction of ideas into constituent parts that takes place, and then each of those parts changes, multiplies, disappears...

    And then, the trick is synthesizing something that is apparently unified. The result has a nice bit of layered meaning and inborn contradiction, and lots of lovely little details; a lot like people

  • Untitled
    with a Wee Mouse

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    Untitled
    with a Wee Mouse

    The original impetus for the following print was the thought that horses can bring two people together, and, after death, can be used to hold people together... like glue... y'know.

    In retrospect, I'm glad that that idea has dissipated, but it does lend credibility to that old notion of
    'don't think about it; do it.'

  • Untitled
    with Dirty Laundry

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    Untitled
    with Dirty Laundry

    On some level this print is playing off of that old idiom of airing one's dirty laundry. When it started, the city was a hat for a man with very sweaty hands.

    It's funny how the origin of many of these prints is not present in them.

    That's life.

  • Untitled
    with Incinerator

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    Untitled
    with Incinerator

    When I was in high school, I did a bit of janitorial work. One of my favorite tasks was to burn up boxes in the incinerator.

    One of my least favorite tasks was to push a cart loaded with coffee cans full of old cooking grease.

    Sometimes I wonder if my memory of it is accurate. (If it is, there were a lot of nasty coffee cans.)

  • Untitled
    with Emanations

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    with Emanations

    Sometimes I wonder if I am a soul with a body or a body with a soul.

    I have the feeling that the world at large prefers the latter. (Assuming that there is a concession for a soul at all…)

    I like to think that I might persist longer than the transient machinery of my body.

  • Untitled
    with a Clock

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    Untitled
    with a Clock

    Do you ever feel like clocks are always watching you?

    When I'm wasting time, occasionally I'll imagine angry Regulators, or some peeved old grandfather clock.

    This print did not have a clock in it when I started.

  • Untitled
    with a Bag for a Head

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    Untitled
    with a Bag for a Head

    I like walking around in the dark at night.

    I'll close my eyes, and, while feeling the walls and depending on memory to navigate, I'll pretend the sun is out.
    Not being able to see where you are going might mean you are lost, or it might mean that you are blind, or it might mean that you are too intent on appreciating the journey.

    Who knows?

  • Untitled
    with Three Birds

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    Untitled
    with Three Birds

    There are three triads in this print: Birds, crabs, & fish.

    ...

    Sometimes my mind wanders.

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