your long-term memory lodged in her ponytail

 Slacker (photograph. text. oil paint. 3.5 x 3.5 inches)

her entire body. full of rocks and a prison.

Eros + Massacre.  Gelatin silver print. Text, oil paint. 7 x 9.5 inches

It's like my life writes itself. half-heartedly.

The Little Tailor. Photograph with text, oil paint. Approx 8.5 x 11.25 inches

What lovely lips you have. All that iron and humidity

Gelatin silver print. Text and oil paint on reverse. 7 x 8 ins.

Please forgive The shapes of the clouds.

Machine-authored poetry from '24 Eyes'. 8.5 x 11.25 inches

Tiefland

'Tiefland' (photograph with typed dialogue and oil paint on reverse) * text from 'Tiefland' (Leni Riefenstahl, 1954.) 6.5 x 8.5 inches

La Voie lactée

Another experiment with hand-typed 'machine authored' poetry. Lines selected algorithmically from Bunuel's 'La Voie lactée' (1969). Approx 7.5 x 7.5 inches.

Please Return

Please Return  (3 x 4.5 inches. Unique C-type print in paper envelope) May 2020

'Wer Nicht Denken Will Fliegt Raus'

Sincere thanks to Der Greif Magazine and particularly Diana Poole for including 'Prussian Blue' in this 'Guest Room' exhibition.

The subject unmakes himself ...

“Text means Tissue; but whereas hitherto we have always taken this tissue as a product, a ready-made veil, behind which lies, more or less hidden, meaning (truth), we are now emphasizing, in the tissue, the generative idea that the text is made, is worked out in a perpetual interweaving; lost in this tissue—this texture—the subject unmakes himself, like a spider dissolving in the constructive secretions of its web.” —The Pleasure of the Text, Roland Barthes