Friday, August 5, 2011

AUGUST

Heeding an exhibition call for original, old-fashioned, photocopied zines for the show at the Firefly Collective tonight, my friend Annie Doran and I decided to bust out the typewriter, paper, and ink brushes to see what would happen. This was decided during a delicious home-cooked brunch of avocados & eggs on toast (sweet potato home-fries on the side), and the zine was created without plan or discussion immediately after. She wrote the poem, and I illustrated it. In the late afternoon, she went out to the country for a night in the woods, while I went to the copy shop to do the paste-up of the master. Scissors and glue stick, as usual. This was yesterday, incidentally. Fast work is fun work! We call it "August". Enjoy...

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