Friday, April 29, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 23



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

The party

from an imaginary Lucerne diary.


Sometimes I return to my hotel long after midnight, when the streets are dark and most of the lights in the apartment buildings are out. On the last street before I make the turn towards my hotel, I pass this place that seems to be a bar, except the windows are covered by boards and the door is a solid wooden slab. I wouldn’t have known that it was a bar if not for the fact that tonight, as I was coming back after another long evening walk, the door opened just as I was passing the boarded-up windows. A brilliant rectangle of yellow light fell onto the pavement. Two men lurched out into the street, shouting loudly back through the door. They were both short, with small, pointed features, noticeably made up with thick mascara and dark eyeliner. They were wearing tight black clothes that resembled matador outfits. I walked around them and saw through the open door a roomful of people squeezed around table laden with bottles and glasses. In one corner was a man with frizzy black hair playing a Spanish guitar. Everyone around the table looked like they could have worked in a circus or a transvestite cabaret. At the head of the table was an individual in a tight fitting, sequined pink dress, the d├ęcolletage revealing thick tufts of black chest hair. A wig of white curls rose high on his head, with locks that framed a broad face from which long false eyelashes blinked out. In front of him/her was a birthday cake, and s/he was handing around slices of it on quartered paper plates. A woman sitting at the edge of the table nearest the door saw me, smiled faintly, and beckoned me to come in. The two matadors on the street started shouting: ‘Ja, ja, hereinkommen! Besetzen sie hier!’ (‘Yes, yes, come in, sit down here!’). I hesitated, thinking it might be fun to go in for a quick drink before sleep, but I chickened out. I shook my head, tapped my watch, and laid my head against my hands to indicate that I needed to sleep. There was a brief outbreak of falsetto laughter, and then the matadors went back in and the door slammed shut behind them.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 21



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Monday, April 25, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 20



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Saturday, April 23, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 19



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Thursday, April 21, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 18



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The dream

from an imaginary Lucerne diary.


Last night I had the flying dream again. Or a kind of flying dream. It starts with me entering a double-decker bus, and ascending the stairs to the upper deck. I take my seat and look at the window, but now the bus is hundreds of feet high, and I am staring down through space, down the elongated sides of the yellow bus, onto the rooftops of Lucerne far below. The towering bus starts to move, and I feel like an ant on the top of a moving column, flying through the narrow streets of the old town, dizzy at the height, the speed, the precariousness. The bus hurtles on, leaving Bahnhof Platz, crossing the Seebrucke, turning left on Kapelgasse. People on the streets scurry aside like beetles hit by hot water. On I go, past the Queen Camellia Tea House, the Fritschli restaurant, until we come to a halt in front of the Magic X Erotik Megastore. At that point the roof of the store opens like the petals on a blooming flower, and a giant dildo rises slowly into the air, like a ballistic missile emerging from a silo. It rises and rises until its shiny rounded nose, about thirty feet in circumference, is now parallel to me and my perch in the clouds. Store employees who were taken by surprise and were unable to let go in time are clinging to the top and screaming for me to help them. I am consumed by a feeling of panic, and I run to the stairs to try and descend, but the stairs now seem to spiral downward into infinity, and no matter how fast I go down, the bottom seems eternally out of reach. I look out of the window, and I feel sick to see the first people lose their grip on the dildo and fall, fast and straight, towards the red and brown tiles of the rooftops. I am dizzy now from turning on the endless spiral staircase, and I fight the urge to close my eyes, telling myself that if I fall asleep (even though I know that I am already asleep) I will never be able to escape. So I run and I run, and I try to ignore the crescendo-decrescendo of the voice of each Magic X Erotik Megastore employee swooshing past the window.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 17



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Sunday, April 17, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 16



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Friday, April 15, 2011

From a 100-page accordion book: 15



Medium: found images, paper-litho transfer on Rives printmaking paper, 4.5" x 18"

Monday, April 4, 2011

Progress on the 100 page accordion book

Half of the book is finished. Here are some photos of the pages being joined together: