Prospects Flying First Class - collage by douglas brent smith, 1981
Mumm's The Word- collage by douglas brent smith
Where did he go wrong?
Was it climbing that cliff? Was it taking that picture? Was it his involvement with that mysterious woman who worked for the government? Mumm's the word.
Moisture Absorbing Grip - collage by douglas brent smith, 1980-81
Notes:
This collage, part of the Collageland series, is an echo of Deconstructing Kit, and that's me getting deconstructed. Pull yourself together, Doug.
That's a tennis racket in a glass of water -- a situation I do not recommend unless you want to get stuff wet and maybe break a perfectly fine glass. Unless that glass is made of plexiglass.
Machine Work - collage by douglas brent smith, 1980-81
Note:
As a part-time security guard, I sometimes would read books to pass the time. One night my job required me to guard and observe a location from my car -- a black 1966 Volkswagen beetle. It was night, so I brought a kerosene lantern to read by. It was almost like camping out, as long as I kept watch on the construction site and reported anything out of the unusual. Nothing was out of the unusual. That has nothing to do with this collage, except for the one line on John Updike. Run, Rabbit, Run.
From Journal #16, on the cutting edge, 1980-1981.
From Journal #16, on the cutting edge, 1980-1981 (which, as evidenced in this drawing, has water damage through-out).