Pop Bogomil… there are pigeons in my ceiling, there are bats in the cathedral,
Omnibus
When the sun shone brightest
“Traveling is real. Opening the door to all fears is real, even if what comes before and what comes after, the motives and the consequences, are not. To tell the truth I can’t figure out how it is that people can make the decision to travel. Maybe it would be helpful to to study the …
An Imperfect Mirror
An Imperfect Mirror: a ‘book’ of 15 loose pages in a clam-shell box; printed with offset lithography in silver ink, the cards mirror enough to reflect the light but not much else. The book combines original and found texts on art and reflection
Line by Line
LINE BY LINE A group exhibition including the works by Amelie Chabannes, Jen Mazza, and Brigitte NaHoN March 3rd – April 14th, 2013 Opening Reception: Sunday, March 3rd 6 – 9pm
Ambiguity
Seven Types of… the corrected version. For those who prefer things to be less so…
Beyond the Object
Clarice Lispector: “Certain aspects of seeing were like “flowers on the grave”: what was seen came to exist. Joanna didn’t expect visions in miracle or announced by the angel Gabriel, however. They surprised her in things she had already set eyes on, but suddenly seeing for the first time, suddenly comprehending that the thing had …
Second Avenue
From Second Ave: What spanking opossums of sneaks are caressing the routes! and of the pulse-racked tremors attached to my viscousness I can only enumerate the somber instances of wetness. Is it a triumph? and are the lightnings of movedness and abysmal elevation cantankerous filaments of a largwer faint-heartedness like loving summer? You, accpeting always …
Paperbacks
“In America such items were disparagingly referred to as “previously owned”; but this very continuity of ownership was part of their charm. A book dispensed its explanation of the world to one person, then another, and so on down the generations; different hands held the same book and drew sometimes the same, sometimes a different …
The first time…
“We know that under the revealed image there is another that is more faithful to reality, and beneath this still another, and again another under this last. And on up of that true image of that absolute, mysterious reality that nobody will ever see. Or perhaps to the point at which every image, every reality, …