Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Fuck It: Both Soiled Hands


"And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands." 
t.s. eliot

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Collage, Completed



In the shitty year of 1994, life would have been shitty for me anyway, because I was a teen with issues.  But the shittiness was compounded by the event of Kurt Cobain killing himself, which was really devastating to me.  I think that’s why so many of my art projects are from 1994 – just keeping myself occupied, trying to stay sane.  I started to really love T.S. Eliot around this time too, and one of the art projects I was most proud of was a collage book I did of his poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”   I dated the project at the time and so I know it was from June 1994.  When I don’t have anything current to put on the blog, I verrrry often cull things from my past, and so I’ve been posting pages from the book – I’ve done it in 2 installments now, with the idea of it being a serialization.  But today I’m thinking that it takes away from the poem to have it only given in bits and pieces, so I’m posting the rest of the poem collage here.  (& yes, as a feminist, I’m conflicted about being a T.S. Eliot fan, knowing that he had his wife Vivienne committed.)






































Thursday, June 25, 2015

2 and a Half Weeks Since the Surgery


"But Americans lacked something - perhaps the sense of human consciousness as tragedy."  E.L. Doctorow