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Icepick to the Moon

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ICEPICK TO THE MOON, the long-awaited Fred Lane/Raudelunas documentary premiered at the Chattanooga Film Festival April 7 2018.

Many participants in the film came to the premier including filmmakers Skizz Cyzyk and Jen Talbert, Tim Reed as the Reverend Fred Lane, LaDonna Smith, Craig, Janice Hathaway, Adrian Dye, Fred McGann, Lee Shook along with family and friends including Jeanie Holland, Cathy McGann, Linda Nutt, Ruurdje Laarhoven and DeJuana McCrary.

The Archaeology of Hope Catalogue

The Archaeology of Hope Catalogue

By Collage, Collective collage, Collective writing, Exhibition No Comments

The Archaeology of Hope was launched on the winter solstice of 2016, with an invitation to a game that culminated on the summer solstice of 2017. This book is a catalogue of the results of the game, and a record of the exhibition and performance ritual that sprang from it.

The catalogue may be ordered through Lulu. A free PDF of the catalogue is also available.

Los fotocollages de Janice Hathaway

By Janice Hathaway No Comments

Many thanks to José Miguel Perez Corrales for posting an article about my exhibition Liquid Solaris at Fundación Eugenio Granell on his blog Surrealismo Internacional.

Los fotocollages de Janice Hathaway

Eternal Improvisation

La exposición que en mayo celebró Janice Hathaway en la Fundación Eugenio Granell dejó un magnífico catálogo, muy rico de contenido y lleno de fotos documentales y reproducciones espléndidas de muchas de sus obras.

En el texto más extenso, Ruurdje Laarhoven hace un detallado recuento de su trayectoria vital y artística, que interesa sobre todo por su etapa juvenil en Alabama, tiempos de afirmación y revuelta, primero en el grupo dadaísta-patafísico Raudelunas y luego en el propiamente surrealista Glass Veal, con Davey Williams, LaDonna Smith y otros amigos abiertos a todo tipo de expresiones, y en particular a la sonora y a la plástica. Posteriormente, Janice Hathaway se sumaría a las actividades del Grupo Surrealista de Chicago.

Orientada desde siempre al grabado y al collage, Janice Hathaway llega por fin al collage digital, en  cuyo terreno innova la imagen con gran fuerza poética, como comenta Laurens Vancrevel en el ensayo más importante de este catálogo, que se abre con una reflexión sobre la digitalización de la imagen. Se ha traducido también el artículo de Franklin Rosemont publicado en Surrealist subversions (la antología del surrealismo del grupo de Chicago elaborada en 2002 por Ron Sakolsky) y hay textos de LaDonna Smith y Davey Williams, aquella comentando tres de los collages de la artista. Sus amigos Merl Fluin y Paul Cowdell, por su parte, crean un juego surrealista con sus collages. (read more on his blog)

Brief Report of Jeonju International Sori Festival, Sept. 28-Oct. 2, 2016

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Reflecting on the trip to Korea with International Society of Improvised Music (ISIM)

By LaDonna Smith

I realize the amazing surreality of leaving Alabama to go forward in time by going West to go East, to realize a skip of clearly a day, ahead to another day and finding myself as darkness fell in Seoul, Korea where traffic rushes like a hive of ants, constant moving, weaving or stagnated, meticulously working one’s way from one place to the other, headlights lining ribbons in strings like beaded holiday lights, multilayered and strung by the thousand millions over moving wheels, carrying humans to places far, near, or nowhere. Stunning grid of multilayered bridges transporting streams of moving vehicles beyond into the black night. Hours later arriving in the black night on street corner anonymous, for who could read the signs, to walk in which direction, leading into the gleaming pitch resonance of a rainy night. A group of umbrellas moved in mass just across the four lane street with median.
Hailing a cab, driver with iphone for GPS, winding around in the night to find a hotel, nowhere, unheard of, hidden and obscure. Ofcourse, we could not have walked, even though we were told it was only 10 minutes away. Who knew the front entrance would not be a door?

Exploring into a parking deck laced & adorned with bizarre ropes hanging partially down over the opening, we stooped under to go inward, the building swallowed the two of us like a whale. Submerged into the dark interior and eventually finding a makeshift lobby, a small concrete hall, a mere counter, coffee pot & elevator to greet weary travelers, or more likely “couples.” Just glad to be somewhere for the night.
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