Over the past 5 years I’ve lived in almost as many cities. I had developed a rapid production method to simultaneously explore place and form. Overlapping the space of the book with living space. With social space. Playing with pacing and materials and setting goals that forced invention within tight time frames. Making drawings, photographs, and collages that, once printed and bound in books so closely tied to their cities of production, have gained a specific weight. Maybe (probably) only felt by me, but that weight is there and real. Loaded images that built up a charge through use, reuse, and distribution. Books bound to specific locations and times.
END CYCLE is a show of 23 books and 1 large format print. The work is arranged in vitrines circling the gallery so as to allow for new connections to be made between points in space and time – between the Terra Nullius of New Castle – a small town in western PA frozen in grey post-industrial collapse – and the 1,520 pages sewn together in Bed Stuy, Brooklyn – tied to the daily routine of cross-neighborhood foot commutes. Between Southern California streets scorched by the sun and endless comic-book panels burnt into a childhood brain over the course of long afternoon readings.
A wander around the catacombs before allowing the books to rest. Or maybe more like reverse archaeology – deliberately burying images and pages in masses of ink and glass boxes until they’re partially forgotten. Until they break down. Until they’re useful again. Until they can be built into something new.