Several people asked me about relationships between the ink drawings in Time and Attention and the prints. Many of the drawings were made during a period when I was working on images for Richard Loranger’s book Poems for Teeth. Working with black ink and a brush, a drawing either coalesces or goes wrong. No reworking is really possible, and many are destroyed. One commits to a mark, uncertain of why, and with luck and grace, something emerges, vivid and surprising. Monotype, on the other hand (which makes up much of the exhibition) allows endless reworking, and an image can change into another image and yet another over the course of several hours. Still, though, there’s a moment where one has to commit, and run the plate through the press, and, like a gestural ink drawing, the image either coalesces or fails to work, irrevocably. The best images are often transformed by the press and come as a surprise, just as my favorite ink drawings startle me and make me feel like a fortunate spectator in a process I direct, but don’t really comprehend.
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Recently Perused
- Nibble on the Yellow Wallpaper at RedLine
- Mass MoCA's once-painted walls vs. Sol Lewitt's wall paintings
- Secret Tunnels Under Denver & Boulder
- Robert Wyatt (thanks.)
- Krazy Kat Desert Justice: Is Humor Art, and Art, Humor?
- MCA Denver as Edifice.
- News from Babel, Chris Cutler, and the Legacy of the Cow.
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Recent Posts
- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
- Light Plays On Everything
- The Rock Feels Watched
- Querulous
- plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
- Cafe faces, cranky I
- Back at the cafe
- Into Blinding Light
- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
- The Pelican, the Alembic, and the Concealing Wall
- The Helmet is a Veil
- Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
- For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows

Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.

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