Lately, when I find myself at the copyshop running some graphic errand, I either fish into the recycling bins for fodder or hopelessly remix whatever images I am carrying and whip off an edition of ten of some weird little noise book. Here is one, dated the 18th of January, 2006. I end up mailing these things out to whoever I happen to be artistically enamoured with at the moment. This one seems to be composed of two drawings, overlapped and remixed, that I drew for Warren Hill's zine "2$ (Comes With Mix Tape)"
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Does everything turn to magic under this guy's touch?
Hey Billy, the first piece here inspired the following poem:
The Eyes Have It
(For Billy Mavreas)
Eyes wide-open rise to the surface,
Broadcasting arrival in concentric rings.
Amphibious horses fall from eyelashes,
Foaming toward forests of moon-bit trees.
The eyes heave forward singing,
Hooves drum prophetic vowels.
Whoever hears the branches calling
Craves for heights and starts to crawl.
Brian Zimmer
Well, gosh...thanks Brian Zimmer.
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