Something I Found at the UGA School of Art

The UGA Lamar Dodd School of Art building is a fascinating place to walk around.  There are small spaces hidden throughout its corridors which have been turned into "galleries" for the informal display of the students' work.

"Watch the Fold (Integral Targets)"

Second in the Latent Illustrations, Series One

The Procurement Universe, 1.1.1.1

Introduction to the Lampclouding Retrospective

Introduction

Lipstick Bent, Puppet in a Bag

                  One more time, you and I must confront the interface, or turning point,

between the Procurement Man and the Procurement Universe. 

                  In this sprawling, unwieldy, extra-temporal assemblage of words and

pictures, we find that critical corner now turning about the legendary publication, Lampclouding; its history; its legacy; its archives both celebrated and obscure. 

                   In my capacity as one-man editorial board and keeper of the flame, I have

decided to give you more than just an overview or “best-of:” I have decided to

present the entirety of Lampclouding, not only through examples of its material

presence, but in the thought behind it;  in the personalities associated with it; in the

universe from which it was wrought.  Even had Lampclouding really existed, the extent of its manifestations would be too great, too discursive, too absurd, to have been more than one man’s dreaming take on his own life’s narrative.  We know this because life is short and there is no other.

Front and back covers for The Procurement Universe: a Lampclouding Retrospective, Part One: The Early Days

The Grenloam Assignment, front and back covers, with textual accompaniment

Blowted Ape-Wek Dusted with Dots

                  “What will you do?” Bloomingtooth’s voice, like a modulated string of hair, was that in the telephone.

                  Closs made himself comfortable in one of the furniture store displays.  He emitted a noise designed to let Bloomingtooth know that he was thinking.  Such was their relationship that the distance between them could be fogbound with emotion, palpable to each, and yet they could still see each other, could still rehearse their lines in silence.

“Look—” Bloomingtooth offered reassurance in the void.  His own sample corner in the furniture store was hung with pictures intriguing and framed.  As he, too, groped for words, he turned from the work of an unknown, would-be abstract expressionist, to that of a Mr. Jono, a minor artist whose death had brought re-evaluation and the right-hand bookend of bear or bull.

Positive Misuse

                  The image on his t-shirt was a stylized depiction of his friend Bloomingtooth.  Ordinarily Closs would not have gone out dressed thusly, but photographic ambushes had been arranged in a series of locations along his intended tour of the street.  The idea was that Bloomingtooth would be wearing a shirt with a similarly realized picture of Closs, but until the two friends actually met for the terminal snapshot pileup, legitimate, historically based doubts yet lingered in more than one mind.

Bloomingtooth had lately been taken with the work of some musician whose meteoric career was now being artificially extended by a desperate, floundering foray into painting.

“It’s about how odds and evens are related and intertwined,” Marijuana Centipede explained, pulsing sludge at the lowest of the electro-magnetic spectrum.

The Grenloam Assignment, Part Four (conclusion): "The Entropy of the Otherwise"