It was 1998. I was in Barcelona,Spain. My Dad was sick. I was in an open space. I was studying the architecture of Gaudi. I worked and worked on a poem I called “Piano”. It played against my feelings of my Dad’s battle with cancer, (this to me was the ‘personal apocalypse’) and also had me wandering the halls of my own mortality.
A few years after the poem was done I sat down with my friend Jean Tuckerman at her Photoshop Mac in Pacifica and started placing the words into pictures, ala William Blake. I would go to her house and we would work verse by verse, trying ideas until we felt resolution; that the pictures and the words worked together. The process probably lasted more than a year. Jean often thought I was too literal with my ideas of what images should accompany my words, but we were enjoying the process, experimenting and learning.
Unfortunately the original files are missing. So I have scanned the prints I do have and present them here.
A few years after the poem was done I sat down with my friend Jean Tuckerman at her Photoshop Mac in Pacifica and started placing the words into pictures, ala William Blake. I would go to her house and we would work verse by verse, trying ideas until we felt resolution; that the pictures and the words worked together. The process probably lasted more than a year. Jean often thought I was too literal with my ideas of what images should accompany my words, but we were enjoying the process, experimenting and learning.
Unfortunately the original files are missing. So I have scanned the prints I do have and present them here.
