First line… let’s go.

Recall: 

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I sit now surrounded by my manuscripts, references, inspiration and pressing fingertips to keys and (re)typing.  (Re)COMMITMENT!  This version will be from the pelvis.  First chakra shit.

Yesterday, I posted:

Start again. Put China markers and socks and threaded needles down. Write, bitch, write.

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There is no beginning.  I’ve tried to invent one but it was a lie and I don’t want to be a liar.  This story will end where it began, in the middle.  A triangle or a circle.  A closed loop with three points. – Janna Levin, The Madman Dreams of Turing Machines

My dear friend, Matthew Roy, who is on the third edit (mind-blowing, beautiful edits) of his EXTRAORDINARY novel (a work of speculative fiction)- sent me a tip:

Set a timer for one hour. Start writing. When you get stuck look at timer. Sit with it. Then write some more. Repeat until timer rings.

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story. – Terry Pratchett

My brother, Fredrik Thorsen, writer/filmmaker, uses the following rule: AATC. Apply ass to chair.  Here I am, at the kitchen table, in my bathrobe, in need of a shower, bottomless coffee, Sunday early aft, ready to (re)start.

And to start, my mind goes to the first line.  I wonder what the final-first will be in the end.  I.e. In the end, how will my book have started?

Edna Buchanan covered the murder for the Herald– there are policeman in Miami who say it wouldn’t be a murder without her- and her story began with what [is still regarded] as the classic Edna lead: “Gary Robinson died hungry.”  – Calvin Trillin Covering the Cops- the world of Miami’s top crime reporter, The New Yorker, February 17, 1986

A SAMPLING OF FIRST LINES: pulled randomly from my personal library

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The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call “out there.” – Truman Capote, In Cold Blood

Here is the house. – Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

I, TIBERIUS CLAUDIUS DRUSUS NERO GERMANICUS This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot”, or “That Claudius”, of “Claudius the Stammerer”, or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or best as “Poor Uncle Claudius”, [A.D. 41] am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled. – Robert Graves, I, Claudius

Some kids found her. James Ellroy, My Dark Places– an L.A. crime memoir

June 17, 1972. – Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward, All the President’s Men

Going to Ford’s Theatre to watch the play is like going to Hooters for the food. – Sarah Vowell, Assassination Vacation

“Home again!” Nancy Drew spoke as she stopped her sport maroon roadster before the walk of her own house. – Carolyn Keene, Nancy Drew Mystery Stories- Nancy’s Mysterious Letter

How do people get to this Clandestine Archipelago? – Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

The teens are the most colorful years of life. – Harold Shyrock, M.A., M.D., On Becoming a Woman

My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. – Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

The first thing I remember is being under something. – Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

It must have been a Thursday night when I met her for the first time- at the dance hall. – Henry Miller, Sexus- the Rosy Crucifixion I

Fat Curt is on the corner. – David Simon, The Corner- a year in the life of an inner-city neighborhood

In early times, say the Icelandic chronicles, men from the Western Islands came to live in this country, and when they departed, left behind them crosses, bells, and other objects used in the practice of sorcery. – Haldor Laxness, Independent People

Not very far from Upton-on-Severn- between it, in fact, and the Malvern Hills- stands the country seat of the Gordons of Bramley; well-timbered, well-cottaged, well-fenced and well-watered, having, in the latter respect, a stream that forks in exactly the right position to feed two large lakes in the grounds. – Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

When my mother was angry with me, which was often, she said, ‘The Devil led us to the wrong crib.’ – Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Out of the gravel there are peonies growing. – Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace

Dear Anyone Who Find This, Do not blame the drugs. – Lynda Barry, Cruddy


Ah, inspired by authors I am happy to write that I am (re)writing and transcribing- in a new more personal approach to the project.

After much discussion and feedback, the more personal is key.

E.g. A review of Deborah Baker’s The ConvertThe story is so engrossing it’s too bad the writing has a disorienting quality. There’s a stiffness, an academic detachment, about the history and cultural criticism authored by Baker. On the flip side, Jameelah’s letters are swift, gossipy, confessional. If only the book contained more of those.  SOURCE

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This post is dedicated to my writing companion Patti Henderson.  We have committed to meeting regularly for check ins, encouragement, inspiration, brainstorming, writing.  Our latest meet up was a delicious afternoon at Finch’s in Strathcona.

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Finch’s a 501 East Georgia

The meetups, even though sometimes we don’t actually write and type, are essential- for we bring our work is with us, we physically hold it, stroke it, organize it, share it, TALK ABOUT IT!  And move forward.

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Happiest of birthdays to my sweet soul sister who has seen me through some of my darkest times, who lifts me beyond measure, who fiercely demands to live life to its fullest, who embodies the creative spirit, who laughs loudly, speaks her mind, the ultimate aunt to my children, my Dad’s walking companion, an archetypal storyteller, a heron, my dear comrade. Love you, Patti

We write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. Manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. We plant purple prose in our gardens and snip the adverbs only to thread them in our hair. We write with no guarantees, no certainties, no promises of what might come and we do it anyway. This is who we are. ― Tahereh Mafi

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Autopsy and the somewhat autobiographical nature of my graphic novel

I have been on a bit of blog-haitus of late.  Just experienced an amazing pull back into the past as a dear friend spent 9 days here visiting from Sweden.  We dove deep.  Real deep.  Drenched in Swedish.  Endless necessary exhilarating conversation.

Fully open and torn open- finding old wounds long hidden- releasing them.

Reflecting on all the milestones achieved.  All the losses experienced.

Understanding that I had to lose SO MUCH and grow through the loss in order to be fully my obligation-free artist self and to be present for what lies ahead.

Everything has fallen away and I am left standing, realizing I can take any direction now.  Any direction.

Holy shit- I could panic.  I could freak out.  But really- what this nakedness is… is FREEDOM.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. – Henry Miller

Sure, I have been doing some outreach.  I have been weighing the options.  I send out my CV and build arts-based programming opportunities in the community, yet all the while I maintain focus on my key passion-project: Molly.

Daring to step into my successful self/ my future me/ my abundant me, I created a mock cover to maintain the momentum.

Start at the end.

Act as if.  IT IS TIME

 

Mock up

 

My friend, writer Matthew Roy, put it best (regarding the core emotion of the book):

There is so much desperation in the story.  Molly’s.  Yours.  Clocks literally ticking as time runs out for the truth.  

The following autopsy illustration, in progress [for Section 5 Part 3 of the book], reflects the somewhat autobiographical parallels of the work:

      

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I’m just trusting what’s ahead.

Sometimes a song expresses our  states of being the best.

At present, Fiona Apple’s Container does it for me:

I was screaming into the canyon
At the moment of my death
The echo I created
Outlasted my last breath

My voice it made an avalanche
And buried a man I never knew
And when he died his widowed bride
Met your daddy and they made you

I have only one thing to do and that’s
To be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean

– Fiona Apple Source

  

“Samson found it hard to wonder about the war.” 2084- a novel.

Author Matt Roy and his main character, Samson.
Author Matt Roy and his main character, Samson.

Indiegogo campaign:

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From the campaign page:

This campaign funds two very important things.

[One] While I’m confident my novel is publishable, any writing greatly benefits from (nay : requires) professional editing. I’m raising funds to participate in an editing program in which I’m paired with an established (re : published) Canadian author, who will provide detailed editing notes geared toward publication. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to improve my craft. Oh, and get published!

[Two] Illustrations! I want to commission graphic artist Kat Thorsen to illustrate my novel. I don’t know about you, but I really miss illustrations in adult fiction, and I’d like to see it make a comeback! Kat is a talented Canadian artist and her illustrations will complement my novel perfectly.

– Matt Roy

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PLEASE SUPPORT!  SHARE!

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The author and his main character. 2084- a novel in need of editing and illustration

Author Matt Roy and his main character, Samson.
Author Matt Roy and his main character, Samson.

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Recommended reading:

BRING BACK THE ILLUSTRATED BOOK!

“What is the use of a book without pictures?” wondered Lewis Carroll’s Alice, and anyone raised on illustrated classics like “Charlotte’s Web” or “The Phantom Tollbooth” might secretly feel that she has a point. Writers may still demur, reasonably concluding that they are only accountable for, in Henry James’ words, their “would-be-delicate and to-be-read-on-its-own-account prose.” But the interplay between art and text is rich with possibilities that few fiction writers have even begun to explore. Illustrations are fun. Giving up on them sacrifices real pleasures for a needlessly narrow conception of literary purity.

Matt’s Indiegogo campaign:

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From the campaign page:

This campaign funds two very important things.

[One] While I’m confident my novel is publishable, any writing greatly benefits from (nay : requires) professional editing. I’m raising funds to participate in an editing program in which I’m paired with an established (re : published) Canadian author, who will provide detailed editing notes geared toward publication. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to improve my craft. Oh, and get published!

[Two] Illustrations! I want to commission graphic artist Kat Thorsen to illustrate my novel. I don’t know about you, but I really miss illustrations in adult fiction, and I’d like to see it make a comeback! Kat is a talented Canadian artist and her illustrations will complement my novel perfectly.

– Matt Roy

Read more

PLEASE SUPPORT!  SHARE!

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Samson 

“… its alarm will sound.” 2084- a novel in need of editing and illustration

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Matt’s Indiegogo campaign:

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From the campaign page:

This campaign funds two very important things.

[One] While I’m confident my novel is publishable, any writing greatly benefits from (nay : requires) professional editing. I’m raising funds to participate in an editing program in which I’m paired with an established (re : published) Canadian author, who will provide detailed editing notes geared toward publication. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to improve my craft. Oh, and get published!

[Two] Illustrations! I want to commission graphic artist Kat Thorsen to illustrate my novel. I don’t know about you, but I really miss illustrations in adult fiction, and I’d like to see it make a comeback! Kat is a talented Canadian artist and her illustrations will complement my novel perfectly.

Read more

PLEASE SUPPORT!  SHARE!

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“He is one feeling.” 2084- a novel in need of editing and illustration

On Dec 4, 2010, Matthew Roy asked me to read part 1 of his manuscript and requested some feedback…

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I was so impressed, moved, wowed by Matt’s writing…

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We have since become very close friends and colleagues- united in our love for literature, art, street art, food, family, china markers etc.

Cut to today.  I am honored to announce Matt’s Indiegogo campaign:

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From the campaign page:

This campaign funds two very important things.

[One] While I’m confident my novel is publishable, any writing greatly benefits from (nay : requires) professional editing. I’m raising funds to participate in an editing program in which I’m paired with an established (re : published) Canadian author, who will provide detailed editing notes geared toward publication. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to improve my craft. Oh, and get published!

[Two] Illustrations! I want to commission graphic artist Kat Thorsen to illustrate my novel. I don’t know about you, but I really miss illustrations in adult fiction, and I’d like to see it make a comeback! Kat is a talented Canadian artist and her illustrations will complement my novel perfectly.

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WE WELCOME YOUR SUPPORT!  STAY TUNED FOR SAMPLE ILLUSTRATIONS AND UPDATES!

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He is one feeling.  He is one feeling his fingers.  He is one feeling a familiar feeling…

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[Preserving is also the embryo’s existence, as it converts safely from from an embryo into a fetalbeing. The eight centimetre mass consisting of one third head and two thirds body, fingertips with fingertips, beating heart, functioning kidneys, lanugo, and not a care in the world, floats languidly inside yet anonymous womb.] – Matt Roy
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The Waves- Matt Roy’s addition to our COMMUNITY JOURNAL PROJECT! #drawntogether #recycledart

My father and I kept mutual journals and one of our original journals was pulled apart and offered to the community.
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My father pointing to a favorite journal page.
I am so excited to be witnessing my Father’s dream project of community journals unfolding. 
The latest addition is by Matt Roy:
He added a page from Virginia Woolf’s The Waves to create a 3-D visual on top of our journal page.  Very gentle, beautiful, healing…
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Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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Recall: 

ADD TO THE JOURNAL PAGES AND BE PART OF OUR COMMUNITY JOURNAL PROJECT! 

Join now on ETSY:

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Sign up for $30!

YOUR PURCHASE INCLUDES TWO ORIGINAL HAND-MADE DOUBLE-SIDED THERAPEUTIC JOURNAL PAGES CREATED BY MY FATHER AND I FOR YOU TO ALTER AND ADD TO.

YOU ALSO RECEIVE OUR BOOK, “DRAWN TOGETHER: MAINTAINING CONNECTIONS AND NAVIGATING LIFE’S CHALLENGES WITH ART.”

Click on image to sign up:

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My father suffered a massive stroke in 2005 that left him paralyzed on one side at the age of 75. Then on November 8, 2008, Roar’s beloved wife (my mother Karin) lost her battle to pancreatic cancer. Despite all these major life changes, my father’s tenacity, stubbornness, strength, creativity and most importantly his humor- allowed him to forge a life that was both fulfilling and rewarding.

Though he resided in a long term care facility and required assistance in the most basic life necessities like toiletry and dressing, Dad always said, “I love my life.” He would wake each day excited about his next drawing. Creativity has truly saved his mental health and gave him sense of purpose and empowerment.

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My father passed away October 25, 2012. I am blessed because he died knowing we realized our dream of creating a book about his post-stroke art; we pressed send to the publisher on October 15, 2012.

The book, DRAWN TOGETHER: MAINTAINING CONNECTIONS AND NAVIGATING LIFE’S CHALLENGES WITH ART, is now in my hands and ready to be shared with the world!

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READ MORE AT: DRAWN TOGETHER

But I want to share it with you in a unique way by adding YOU to the journey.

Dad’s art provided him with a much needed connection to the world. We made journals together for many years as we processed life’s challenges.

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Dad’s dream was to include the community in these journals. So I am making available pages from our special journals we created around 2002-2005. They are your journal pages to keep, but my hope is that you add to these pages- IN ANY WAY YOU LIKE- and send them back to me to create a COMMUNITY JOURNAL PROJECT that will be exhibited at a DRAWN TOGETHER art event.

BE PART OF OUR COMMUNITY JOURNAL PROJECT!

CHECK OUT GRETCHEN MILLER‘s GLORIOUS PAGES:

"[Added to] December 2002 Page from Kat & Roar’s Journal"
“[Added to] December 2002 Page from Kat & Roar’s Journal”
"[Added to detail] Another December 2002 Journal Page"
“[Added to detail] Another December 2002 Journal Page”

And Jennifer Lyons‘ addition.  She transformed the binding of the journal into a glorious caterpillar:

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Dead messengers. A question of metaphor and search for theme. #graphicnovel study.

REGARDING MOLLY

I am drawn to the metaphoric significance of the dead bird in my graphic novel even though I am uncertain what the metaphor is.

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I come across these sacred moments on my walks and always pay attention.  I stay still.  And try to listen.

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My friends are sharing in my search for the meaning.

Dead Bird at Abandoned House.  Photo by Matthew Roy
Dead Bird at Abandoned House. Photo by Matthew Roy

Dead messengers

"Not a whole dead bird but enough evidence to open a case file." - Darcy.  Photo by Darcy
“Not a whole dead bird but enough evidence to open a case file.” – Darcy. Photo by Darcy Glip

My search continues.  I seek out meaning in literature.  Since I was 10, I come back to Oscar Wilde’s story of the nightingale.  I cannot read it without a profusion of tears for the nightingale and its sacrifice.

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The Nightingale and the Rose by Chris Conn
The Nightingale and the Rose by Chris Conn

Confession

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In dreams, dead birds can symbolize a loss of freedom. Various cultures view birds either as a way the soul is carried to heaven, or, in the case of vultures, ravens and crows, as a symbol of death.

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When I read the quote above, I recalled my scratchy notes on the central theme for my graphic novel.  What is the need Molly is trying to fulfill?  What is her core value?  What is the one word?

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FREEDOM.

That is it.  I believe I have found the central theme.  The meaning of the dead bird.  My need to seek them out and listen.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom…

– May Angelou

 

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Anticipating TS Eliot #wheatpaste collaboration with Matt Roy, @spellcheque #preview

My inspirational friend, Matthew (Matt) Roy, author, foodie, extraordinary/profound human- has created a wheatpaste series on TS Eliot.

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Can’t wait!!!

“Is this what consumed looks like?” – Matt Roy

I will be pasting the series in Vancouver and will include stickers of my portraits of TS Eliot and Matt Roy!

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… There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate…

#Tearsheets, #Streetart, #Vancouver and @VanRagazine!

Huge thank you to V-Rag Magazine, Cole Johnston and Matthew Roy for an amazing article in the SEPTEMBER 2012 issue and for the honor of appearing in this wonderful publication!

Vancouver’s Gay Arts & Culture Rag V-Rag is a free monthly publication available in shops, cafes, bars, restaurants and salons around the West End, Downtown, East Van, Main St, Kits, UBC, etc. 
V-Rag is Vancouver’s gay arts and culture rag.  They exist as an alternative to what is currently available to the gay and lesbian community of Vancouver: something that’s fun, entertaining, energetic and sexy.  Each month they talk about events, music, film, entertainment, fashion, nightlife and local personalities.  It’s the ultimate source of info on what’s new and fresh in gay and lesbian culture.

And thank you to Nancy Kirkpatrick for her incredible photos and enthusiasm and my students at Intersections Media!
Photo collage by Nancy Kirkpatrick

CHECK OUT MORE OF MY WHEATPASTE/STREET ART:

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We’ve gone national!!! #Vancouver to #Toronto. #wheatpaste #streetart

4 portraits were pasted by my team in Toronto this morning!  WOOT!

Huge thank you to Matt and Owen:

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“First up @ohemgee_bleh”
Jocelyn Louise
AJ Gonzales
“Tag team Jocelyn and AJ, Handiwork by Owen.”
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“Last, but not least, doing myself.”

Matt’s reflection:

So it was a pretty interesting experience. We were a bit nervous, mostly cause it was inside public domain and generally busy.

But no one said anything besides a little kid who kept gasping at us like we were doing something wrong (we were haha!).

Got some looks but we just nodded and kept on. Didn’t end up filming any video unfortunately as it got too complicated for us. Just took pics.

Thanks for the portraits. It was so much fun! I will keep you informed of their evolutions 🙂

 M x

 

“11:30 destroying the evidence.”

A little Vancouver session happened yesterday as well, thanks to Maryellen:

“Just Jo”

“Clay’

Read more:

China Marker Bowie and other portraits

Portrait: Jacqueline

Latest updates

This is how we do it

Once it’s up, let it go

Something this fun has got to be illegal!

Beauty in the deterioration…

Joe Average

Wide-eyed with a twist of the lips

Mia More in the morning

While I stand on the roadway…

Walking the streets of dreams

Evolution of a wheatpaste: Justine

Beauty in the deterioration Part 2

Do you know what it takes…?




This is how we do it! #wheatpaste #streetart #downtowneastside

See also:

China Marker Bowie and other portraits

Portrait: Jacqueline

Latest updates

Start with a drawing:

Here I am drawing a live portrait of “Kim.” Photographer: Nancy Kirkpatrick

Cut it out:

Add detail:

Find the right spot:

Emily McMorran and Maryellen Groundwater attaching “Kim.” I love how the background matched the original image.
Photo by Nancy Kirkpatrick

An assortment of delicious moments from the past week:

Anna T Fabulous! Photographer: Megan Low
Photographer: Nancy Kirkpatrick

Emily McMorran

Emily McMorran, Nancy Kirkpatrick and Maryellen Groundwater prepping portrait of Nancy.
Travis Hengg wheatpasting Nancy.  Photo by Nancy Kirkpatrick

Travis Hengg is my hero!
Photo by Nancy Kirkpatrick
Travis re-pasting Megan’s portrait
Photo by Megan Low
Dustin Whymark checking is he can remove his portrait!
Maryellen prepping her drawing.  Photo by Nancy Kirkpatrick

By Maryellen Groundwater

Travis Hengg

Latest updates from our #wheatpaste (aka Marxist glue) #streetart blitz, #downtowneastside.

Wheatpaste (also known as Marxist glue, or simply paste) is a liquid adhesive made from vegetable starch and water. It has been used since ancient times for various arts and crafts such as book binding, decoupage, collage, and papier-mâché. It is also made for the purpose of adhering paper posters to walls and other surfaces (often in graffiti). Closely resembling wallpaper paste, it is often made by mixing roughly equal portions of flour and water [and some sugar] and heating it until it thickens, or by smearing cooked rice into a paste. [source]

See also:

China Marker Bowie and other portraits

Portrait: Jacqueline

This is how we do it

We’ll be doing more pasteups today and capturing it on video.  I was going to write about WHY? I’m into doing wheatpasting right now- but, nah- it’s either self-explicable or un-explicable.  Either way: WHY NOT?

Travis pasting Matt’s portrait. Photo by Maryellen Groundwater

Matt.

Emily.  As the wheatpasted paper dries, it shrinks and adheres solidly to the wall, revealing whatever texture is underneath. Our initial pasteups are still on the wall and survived torrential downpour, unscathed.
Travis doing touchups on the only casualty this week. Looks like a key scratch on Megan’s portrait.

Travis Hengg, Maryellen Groundwater

Josh.
Megan, Travis, Maryellen, Brandon, Dustin, Emily, Jacqueline.

Today’s pasteups are being prepped:

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China Marker #Bowie and other portraits.

Oh, China Marker I doth love you so.

It’s my medium of choice for my graphic novel.  When I die, bury me with a fresh china marker box and a pad of newsprint.  Then cremate me ’cause I’m claustrophobic.

Here are some samples from this week’s China Marker portraits.

David Bowie
Travis wheatpasting my portrait of Dustin.

See: Jacqueline Portrait #wheatpasting

Megan Low

Travis Hengg

Matthew Roy
Maryellen Groundwater
Brandon Peters
Emily McMorran
Josh Langston