I'm sitting in a garden, a village, south of France, there's some chickens, there's a baby, oh there's another kid, the soft ocean breeze, oh here's two artists way better than me, women & way better looking too & they're going to apply their intelligence,skills, & experience to making the best book possible under the circumstances. How did that happen?
I first worked with Atelier Vis-a-Vis, Marseille, 2002, when they invited me to their first international book exhibition & extravaganza, (note to kids, open your mail, there might be a ticket to somewhere). At the time I was crazy about Shiko Munakata. I had a couple prototypes of the Lotos-Eaters, so I took those over there & see what these French people think of a Munakata inspired book.
"No, no. That's no good, here's what you gotta do," says Emes Manuel de Matos. He's punk, street, a crazy thinking French intellectual that's doing something that I'm still not clear what that is. His partner in crime is, Danielle Ubeda. "Yo dude, you're so wrong. You think you making books to express this unbearable weight of existence that you think you feel,exitential, no, no, you making books so people like me and my fast talking, circular thinking friends have something to think and talk about."
I'd go visit those guys and in 2017 I made three prints with Julie Fournier and Fumika Sata, "The Fog of War" one, two, & three (see under paintings.) the second generation at Vis-a-Vis. Julie and Fumika understand so much about colour. They are like musicians with perfect pitch, but with colour.
I asked them in 2019 if they wanted to make a book with me and I'd finance the project. Our goal was to make a book that could go head-to-head with "Jazz." Same size, same # of pages, similar technique, the only difference, we're starving artist working on a shoe string and he's Matisse.
Doug Fir box with sliding plexi lid. (see print folios). 20 pages, 41x66cm. We printed 12 copies, signed by all of us, numbered, one copy each, nine for sale. $6500. Significant institutional and dealer discount.
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01
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02
03
03
Blue
Blue
Tree Frog
Tree Frog
A Little Prodigy
A Little Prodigy
Bugs Bunny
Bugs Bunny
Watch Bugs bunny pull a rabbit out of her hat. Show today. Plus she play "God Save the Queen" ten-thousand times.
Ten Fingers
Ten Fingers
Bear
Bear
George says "This woman in a book literaly fucks a bear." Canlit.
Always Afternoon
Always Afternoon
Woman Stuff
Woman Stuff
Pussy Riot
Pussy Riot
Match Made in Heaven
Match Made in Heaven
Jail Time
Jail Time
Malibu
Malibu
Out the Widow
Out the Widow
Nagasaki, Hiroshima
Nagasaki, Hiroshima
Fuck That Shit
Fuck That Shit
At some point she said fuck that shit.
Loved Life
Loved Life
Irrational Exuberance
Irrational Exuberance
Mafia Girl
Mafia Girl
Happy Hunting Ground
Happy Hunting Ground
Come Back
Come Back
End
End
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31
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17
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Match made in heaven
Match made in heaven
Bang, bang. We'll shoot you dead. The Hell's Angels drop by. Help us out baby. She a little slip of a thing with lots of weed. They're violent dudes with lots of money. It's a match made in heaven.
Out the widow
Out the widow
Driving along and there's George trowing all her clothes out the window. "Hey man what gives." If you knew how much I paid for this room and what's in it, I'm not coming down until all those clothes are outta style."
Mafia Girl
Mafia Girl
Some people called her a junkie. Some say she's a mafia girl. She says, I am what I am and I ain't what I ain't and if you don't like me, go fuck yourself.
Woman Stuff
Woman Stuff
She loved all that woman's stuff and we loved her for it. Lipstick, rings, nail polish, ankle bracelet, bubble bath,l perfume, sequins, hair do, sparkles, necklace, pearls.
Nagasaki, Hiroshima.
Nagasaki, Hiroshima.
Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Honolulu, Wikiki. Aloha. We're taking a jet airplane and never coming back again.
Malibo
Malibo
Let's go for a drive, let's go down I-5. Let's go to Malibu, just me and you.
Ten Fingers
Ten Fingers
She played with all ten fingers and each one of those fingers was a better musician than any of us.
Pussy Riot
Pussy Riot
She's a pussy riot, She's no second sex. "Can I be a feminist and a hot piece of ass. Yes, I can."
Fuck that Shit
Fuck that Shit
At some point she said fuck that shit.
Loved Life
Loved Life
She loved life and life loved her. This despite the rip-offs, abuse, beatings, rapes, arrests, jail, deaths, and other bullshit she had to put up with.
Jail time
Jail time
She fights the cops. Jail time.
Always Afternoon
Always Afternoon
Live a little. Live alot. This is the only time you get to got.
Irrational Exuberance
Irrational Exuberance
She reached a point where irrational exuberance was no longer a available option. She need to take extreme measure to face the piano.
Happy Hunting Ground
Happy Hunting Ground
She went to the happy hunting ground in the sky. Life is short. Art is long.
Come Back
Come Back
Baby where did you go. We miss you so. Come back baby.