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FEMA Boxcar, exhibited as Boxcar Named Desire in Memory Play @
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I don't know what I was thinking. This boxcar was formed around concrete blocks. After making it at the studio it went by truck to its finish near the bisque. It was two cement blocks long end to end, plus the weight of the clay. I guess it got rubbed with iron oxides then textured with whatever was at hand, which you can see traces of on the legs. Parts were waxed first for accent. I remember the whole back fell in which then had to be propped up and repaired. There are sliding doors on the sides, or marks where sliding doors and windows used to be.The whole thing looks grumpy. Everybody knows the
Gundersons are nearly hermetically sealed. Part animal, part train, part derelict, part wreck, it only adds to the effect that
after final firing part of one side and a leg detached. It came back in these pieces but a team assembled it with clamps and gorilla glue over several days and put Humpty back.This defect, because I then thought it one, bothered me until I saw there is a whole genre of broken glue
backs at the
Ceramics Research Center, to show the patchwork I guess of a Le Corbusier of pots. Reconstitute, that's the going parlance. We need to get some better pics of this BoxCar up, but till then reference the pic at
Current Exhibitions and personal report of sightings at
Some Events on the Jersey Turnpike.
BOXCAR
is another of those fables at our sister state we'd rather not believe.
Demythologists don't plan to. But still the excess populations threaten
our superiors' earth. Something must be done. But no matter.
In some sections of our downtown the falun gong meet surreptitiously and sing songs like
this:
It’s like I’m a midwife and I’m
catching the heads as they’re falling,
Goin to the boxcar and I'm
wielding my prison shackles,
Shackled in a boxcar and its
higher
than nor-r-rmal,
three tier torture transporters,
Shackled in a boxcar and I’m
startin' to get wor-r-r-ied,
Chinese prisoner boxcars
Fitted with a guil-lo-tine and I'm
waiting for a martial law
that makes me
want to be a
Christian,
get me a seat in the boxcar
of the new world or-or-der.
Experience
firsthand
From an unpublished document:
The Mythical Horrors of Carol Novak
Is it too good to be true that more of this appears at Thee Mystical Mirror Carole Novalis. Should not an omnibus be ensuing?
Mine have no intellect dimension, surprising maybe in a writer,
opposite from clay, never designed. From the moment. Kazuma called this
an unconscious technique opposite his own. The unconscious is only ever
known by looking back on its leavings, so the insight belongs to the
viewer, not vested in an idea of the telling. Immediately current, a
huge porcelain emperor's face is to have a hat, but not a Pope's Hat
suggesting Antichrist, religion and state joined. So no hat at all. Myths lend
significance. A recent story, What a Dog Coyote Sings AI-AI-OO-OO and Other Visions
of Iisaw, (under review) constructed over a twenty year period as a tail off of Overflights of Pedro Escadero, was thought out, built consciously line by line, sound by sound. The clay exhibits are some kind of meditation finished in a few hours of composition in two days, dry two days, bisque, glaze two days, then final fire. Here are some pics of the exhibition.
