Notes:
What do you see the first time you look at this?
What do you see if you think about it?
Does it change if you think about it more?
What do you think I was trying to draw?
Sometimes an artist draws something and does not even see it until later. It can change in time. It's not much of a drawing, really, and I have second thoughts about posting it. But, there it is.
Scratch - collage / mixed media by douglas brent smith, 1979
Notes:
Even when I created this I knew that the actual smell part of the scratch and sniff would not last forever. It might have, but I haven't had the heart to test it. What if by testing it I use up the smell? What if by testing it my negative assumptions are affirmed? So, maybe it smells, and maybe it doesn't. What do you think?
As simple as this is as a collage -- only one cutting pasted and a little drawing, I do still like it.
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.
