The Shelf Holds My Interests

These are drawings I made between a few trips I made this past year to help my parents move and sell the house I grew up in. I salvaged a few forgotten belongings but these indecipherable scrawlings are largely devoted to reflections on a handful of objects that I've been carting around since childhood. Bidding this home farewell, put me into meditative high gear. That's what's happening here.

What's there to know about it? Wood, wrought iron, joinery, reappropriation of salvaged building materials: those materials and compulsions were synthesized into an idiosyncratic stew by the men in my family: my dad especially--but my grandfather and brother too, no doubt.

Know It When You Hear It

Soft Rock for Wood

Up a Storm: Umbracat

Up a Storm: Snake Cast

Up a Storm: Bobtail

 

 

Pitch White

Newbergs

up a storm III

up a storm storm II

The dice never land

lip to rest on

A Lip To Rest On. 2009.  Drawings and daydreams unfold (and close up, and unfold again, and again) in this homage to an architectural oddity I discovered in the closet of an apartment I used to live in.
B&W photocopy, 7 pp., stapled ,6 x 4.5”

This booklet can be found at Printed Matter.

...up a storm

I go through some periodic bursts of activity where I make a lot of scribbled drawings.  More or less provisional picture-making marks swirl together with verbal fragments.What's happening here is I'm daydreaming with a pen in my hand trying to "work out" some jumpy thoughts around a given observation or memory. These source observations or memories usually haven't gelled into anything too unified so the drawings that arise are a record of what's available to me (what's present?) before any highly unified contour or syntax can set in--pretty much standard early 20th-century automatism.