Collage 09: It’s Complicated


I looked for a good name for this one, but they all seemed too corny. The Taxidermist And the Topiary Haberdasher, for example.

I’m not trying to say anything with these collages.  My visual art has never really been about messaging. That’s what words are for. These are more like dreams, a rearranging of the past without rhyme or reason.

Constructed from images collected in Mexico, Guatemala, Maine, and Arizona.


Collage 07: Sometimes The Words Just Come


Photography has always felt like cheating to me, as if it were art that was half done before I even started. Dismembering my old prints of mostly documentary photos and reassembling them into franken-collages turns out to be much more satisfying. Who would have thought that adding the element of creativity to observation and composition would make art? As a side benefit, I get rid of all my excess inventory that I will never go to the trouble of selling. As I finish and photograph each piece, it leaps out of my life into recycle heaven, to be reborn as a Starbucks cup, toilet paper tube, or maybe some exotically shaped packing cushion. I get to create and purge simultaneously without having to vomit onto a canvas.


Constructed from images collected in Laos, Texas, and Utah

Upper image from Bath, Maine

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For anyone worried about The Administration Of The Rotten Mango taking all the Covid 19 data away from the CDC and giving it to the White House, fear not. First of all, the CDC had been effectively neutered by the Barking Yam when he appointed one of his cronies to lead gut it. Second, the New York Times has the most comprehensive database out there. They have been gathering data directly from the states since January. They also allow access to all their pandemic reporting, including interactive maps, without a subscription.

Photo of a Guacamaya (Scarlet Macaw) taken in 2008 at Copan Ruinas, Honduras.