A book about communicating

The days have been very full lately, with working with the elementary students, working at the store, organizing art shows for the gallery, freelance teaching, and putting our house together, but I am figuring out how to still make work within this framework. It turns out that writing new text is an activity well-suited to my time at Tiny Town. Today I had a free afternoon, so I designed, printed, and bound a couple of test copies of a new book. There’s still some fine-tuning to be done, I think, but it feels good to have a physical object in hand.

A book about communicating

Books + Scans

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I’ve been busy printing, binding, and scanning books.

My teacher Don Crow has been talking a lot about looking, really looking, and I’ve been applying this to books: how we look at and read books, how the structure and material and presentation of the physical book affects how we approach it, and how context affects reading and looking.

This page is my favorite page, “to hug a large man for a long time” in teeny tiny type.

Books + Scans

I am doing it

 

Text on side one:

knots
tangles
fankles
impasses
disjunctions
whirligogs
binds
(Text by R.D. Laing)
 

Text on side two:

I am doing it
The it I am doing is
The I that is doing it
The I that is doing it is
The it I am doing
It is doing the I that am doing it
I am being done by the it I am doing
it is doing it
 

I made a varied edition of this little book while I was at Penland in June and just got around to photographing the inside.

(Letterpress flexagon, typewriter, thread)

 

I am doing it

To eat and to be eaten

 

 

“One is inside / then outside what one has been inside

One feels empty / because there is nothing inside oneself”

 

“One tries to get inside oneself / that inside of the outside / that one was once inside / once one tries to get oneself inside what one is outside: to eat and to be eaten

to have the outside inside and to be / inside the outside”

 

“But this is not enough.

(Text by R.D. Laing)”

 

New little lepporello book: letterpress, typewriter, Polaroids, thread.  I was thinking about John Baldessari when I made those Polaroids.

To eat and to be eaten

One may not be aware there is a gate

 

“Before one goes through the gate / one may not be aware there is a gate”

 

“One may think there is a gate to go through / and look a long time for it / without finding it

One may find it and / it may not open”

 

“If it opens one may be through it

As one goes through it / one sees that the gate one went through was the self that went through it”

 

“no one went through a gate / there was no gate to go through

no one ever found a gate / no one ever realized there was never a gate”

 

“(Text by R.D. Laing)”

 

 

 

(I finished another little leporello today in the Knots series.  Letterpress, typewriter, photographs, thread.)

One may not be aware there is a gate

Welcome to an ambiguous place

“Welcome to an ambiguous place.”

 

“You are still here.” / “You are still here.”

 

“You are still here.” / “You are still here.”

 

“Here is a person.” / “You are still here.”

 

Lately I’ve been feeling… confused.  So I made a book about it.

I was thinking about photo albums, the practice of mindfulness and presence, and (naturally) R.D. Laing.

Welcome to an ambiguous place