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Category: Digital art

We also the same

Contemplating the Fate of the Druids While Thinking of Something Else

page 47

Eurydice made me a chutney & cucumber sandwich on white bread, minus the crust, for my drive to the art school. Somebody smashed the rental car window – I’d parked in the alley where the crack dealer operated, so I went to the emergency repair place. Sunlight on the shattered window bits danced like crystal chandeliers. I knew I should wait, until the glass was vacuumed & replaced, before eating the sandwich. But somehow the green chutney & white bread went perfectly with chandeliers. I pictured Eurydice making her entrance.

from my book Meme-Noir (2019)

When the Abstract Expressionists

When the Abstract Expressionists

went to the moon

and discovered

the Expressionists

had left an egg

rolling to a standstill

for them to discover.

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The egg comes from a painting of mine.

The bird imagery comes from digital experimentation.

The idea about the Abstract Expressionists

and Expressionists

and moon travel (involving an egg)

came in a humorous flash.

page 62

My father brought home FBI WANTED POSTERS his friend, the agent, gave him. I spread them out on the bed and frightened myself with aliases, previous crimes, and last known locations. What is white slavery? He has a bazooka? The square inked fingerprints looked like Neolithic patterns connected to the criminal’s inner mind. Photographs were specific yet vague. He could be at the music store, in line at the Frozen Dairy stand. If a car slowed down, surely one of the most wanted had followed me – possibly for hours.

from my book Meme-Noir (2019)

(unborn spirit)

Glide like an arrow into moonlight flickering the orioles’ ruffled wing

(orioles)

Orioles chanting obsidian prayers conceal the dragon’s stolen egg

(egg)

Narwhals enchant the solemn egg, vines slither into a moaning abyss

(abyss)

Zebras stampede the abyss pursuing drumbeats of a curvilinear root

(root)

Apricots wish upon the pulsing root beseeching Horsemen of the Apocalypse

(Horsemen of the Apocalypse)

Horsemen of the Apocalypse perfumed by oil rising within eyeball-shaped flesh wounds

(oil)

Oil drips into flames shimmering in copper saucers illumining infinity

(infinity)

Lemmings howl dragging the dark matter of infinity

(dark matter)

Dark matter radiates obediently, obsidian and translucently, imprisoning sunshine

(sunshine)

Glide upon footholds of dark matter buried within illumining sunshine, deliver your flickering unborn spirit

(unborn spirit)

Cubism, Juan Gris & Ancient Iran

Collage and Concept Steven McCabe

Something connected these two works spatially and visually in my imagination. Maybe at first the subtle earth tones. I must have made three dozen digital collages for the GIF. Used many.

Pottery Vessel in the Form of a Ram, Unknown artist, Western Iran, 1350-800 B.C., Ceramic Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Juan Gris, 1912, Still Life With Flowers, oil on canvas, 112.1 X 70.2 cm Museum of Modern Art

Mirror Mirrors

page 27

I thought the gallery in Yorkville might be a good fit with my work. The owner wore a sophisticated black dress. Maybe ten years older than me. European. People told me my work was European. She told me to spread it on the floor. She sat in the only chair. After an hour and a half – of what I thought, seriously I did, was a meetings of the minds – she said, ‘Of course, you know you’re not a fine artist.’ I walked out of Yorkville more than a bit shaky – but dazzled by the timing of her coup de grace.

from my book Meme-Noir (2019)