Vintage matchbooks in assemblage art
Vintage matchbook
Been working my little collage fingers to the bone. Well, that ain’t really true, because it went from collage to assemblage in one fell swoop. Blammo… it started when I found these provocative
matchbooks in the pile o’what can I do with this? stuff in the studio desk drawer. Rather than just have the matches sitting around collecting dust bunnies – I plucked out the flammable portion and commenced to frame the little suckers. Then, once framed and snappy snippy, I used the matchbook – faux – art as background for the cigar box rooms I’m creating. Sound wacko? It is. Assemblage art is only for the bonkers and the wacko of those of us who can handle the insidious side-by-side of disparate objects.
The juxtaposition of the anachronistic parts. Or, in other words, I ate coffee cake for dinner and, while waiting to splode, art came into my foreground. And then there’s Rox, who was spayed today and is in her kennel, snoring. Bless her big ol’ heart. We do love that dog. Come to think of it, she’s an Assemblage Hound Dog. Made from many parts… a compilation of goodness, Rottweiler, Shar Pei, who knows what all.
o hell matchbook
Back to vintage matchbooks — I store mine in archival plastic (?) sleeves. Bought some made to fit and I have about 20 pages filled so far… maybe more. The matches came from an auction in Farmville, NC about a year ago. I bid of a large carton of “stuff” and didn’t really have time to check contents ahead of time. Saw a couple old books and so I bid. For $5.00 I bought 10 fruit cake boxes (about 1/2 cigar box in size but similar make) full of matchbooks from all over the world. Fascinating collection, it’s been a blast going through them. Click on the Vintage Matchbook link above to see some of them.
If anyone is interested in vintage matchbooks and wants me to add more to my gallery, let me know — or if you want to buy them… hell, I can part with some of them. contact macewan at assemblagist dot com (not .org as this site)
9 the Movie Creates Visual Image of What Is In MY Brain
I live with 1-9 in my head.
Yes, it’s true.
But the favorite Scientist Soul Creation is the one left out of the movie.
It’s the stitchpunk # 54. We aren’t sure what happened to 10-53, perhaps they are still in the design stage… but 54 made it out and is here in my Studi_o. The Machine is held at bay, for now at least. The River of Strange will overtop its banks soon and then, when interest rates plummet, The Machine may intervene. This eventuality is unnecessary but will still maximize the potential earnings. The Machine contains the Prophet Motive. While once it became the All-Mighty Dollar, now it merely coincides with the Unforgiving Dolor Magnanimous.
As machines become man-chines, let the world prepare. New world order? It will not be cheeseburger and fries. The new order will be Sal_ad. No meat substitutes.
Grilled not baked.
It's almost like being in love...
See 9. Be 9. Act 9. Go roll down a hill and laugh at the grass. Be 9. Then wake yourself and become 54. Then you will be invited to my Studi_o.
To party with my stitchpunks… and the Gilded One who Leads Them to Stray.
Parallel Synchronized Randomness
In “The Science of Sleep” Gael García Bernal creates a fascinating and – to those of us who live in the Fluxus World – totally understandable vision of of a man’s life wherein the dream becomes the reality and the reality contains fragments of truth and lie. Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. In grade school, now here is the ultimate Fluxus Flashback, Julie Grettum sang “Beautiful Dreamer” as a solo, on stage, must have been around 196, Echols School. The rest of us sang “It’s a Grand Old Flag” because it was a high flying flag and forever in peace may she wave. She might be the emblem of the land I love, but she is also the home of the free and the brave. One hand celebrates Woody Guthrie while the other? It rides the City of New Orleans. Julie’s mother made pasta, I remember their kitchen and the drying pasta hanging from wooden stands. And her father, Russell, owned warehouses. They smoked Pall Malls. I remember the Art Nouveau box design, the red box. My parents smoked Winstons. Boxes, perhaps then began my fascination with same?
What courage it took, being young and we sniggered as children do – singing soprano like that – a creepy sounding song with mismashable lyrics, so confusing to a 10 year old, made no sense… as a dream controlled by waking. “You won’t be spaghetti.” “Is the water made of tiny pieces of cellophane?”
“Stéphane? Are you asleep?” Today, I too will create a “disasterology” calendar. Copies will be available for purchase in November. You will want to order one. Tune back to this Blog Channel in 42 days for complete information. We’ll live in our corrugated cardboard world. It’s as if our synapses are directly related to our fingers, eh?
Watch The Science of Sleep.
Watch it and you will see Fluxus Cinema.
My Horoscope for the Day
Today, dear Sagittarius, you will find comfort in the smallest of successes. There will be no ants on your kitchen countertop. The dogs will want to be outside, in the backyard, all day long and will be strangely silent. Their capacity for non-stop barking will be curbed by their fascination with butterflies and natural events. If you happen to be training for a new trade or learning a new technique — you can expect these activities to end on a high note. I’m thinking my B-flat day has turned C-sharp! You may have been somewhat fearful that your originality will be frowned upon but au contraire mon ami, it seems “the people in charge” have begun to appreciate your efforts.
Careful Neighbors
Discovered a wonderful piece of coincidinky today. The size of Maverick playing cards, the deck purchased at Dollar General for very little coinage, is 2.5″ by 3.5″ — exactly, oh precisely, the size needed for ACEO production in Earnest. We previously hosted production central activities in Ernul, but have moved the main assembly line to Earnest. ACEO habitual inclusion of the evidence will result in a variety of complex arrangements, mostly for donation but available for sale on Bonanzle soon forthwith.
A Fluxus Bit of Verse
Days begun in flux
End in flux
Transitions rarely bore
Change regains momentum
The same of the parts
Results in a new hole.
The Futility of Fast Hope
“It’ll be fine. Really… it’s okay. Listen to me.” She shakes my shoulder, gently at first, then a bit rougher so that my neck joins the movement. “Stop sniveling. He’ll be back in a bit, just a few… before you can say Jim’s your uncle.”
So I stop sniffling, take a deep breath, and settle in to wait for him.