Talon the Unbeliever
Original Cut Paper - 40 x 28″
Plagued by color, stifled by shape, Talon sweeps through the atmosphere. To hue, or not to?
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Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Work in progress
Yeah, I know I’ve been taking a break :) It’s all OK, friends. Photography, writing, moviemaking. Not much time for Cut Paper Art. Perhaps I’ll adjust the site to accommodate all my other pursuits. Perhaps not. I like that this site is focused and pure. Would you like to see my other stuff? Leave a comment and let me know.Anyhow, here is an as-yet untitled piece on the cutting board:
It’s going to be big - as you can see relative to the size of my knife and ubiquitous wristbands. Can’t wait to see how it comes out :) I was going to post a stop-motion movie of me cutting this in HD, but iStopMotion was being verrry quirky. Not usual for such an awesome app. Some files were lost and after 3 attempts, I abandoned making a movie of me cutting in favor of simply cutting. Maybe next time when I work out the bugs.
Sweet Lime
Original Cut Paper 25.5 x 20″
Rita: What’s wrong with you?
Jack: Let me think about that. I’ll let you know next time I see you.
The Darjeeling Limited by Wes Anderson
Wes is a marvel. He is the master of the slo-mo dolly shot loaded with moments, looks and gravity. But he is also the finest filmmaker that can celebrate dysfunction in an accepting manner, instead of passing judgement. A toast to Wes!
Sweet Lime is such a wonderful description for the turmoil in Jack, embodied in Rita and the moniker Francis gives her.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)On a Neigh and a Sigh
Original Cut Paper 14 x 7.25 “
Prance, little dreams, prance.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Armistice
Original Cut Paper 25 x 34″
Arms lay down, webs dispel.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Baron Dreamcatcher
Original Cut Paper 20 x 20.5″ (Celebration! 100th piece)
Deeply rooted, twisted and tangled by what he touches, the Baron is a safe harbor for dreams, receiving them in his city-mind.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Kole Flowers
Original Cut Paper 12 x 12″ (Not for Sale)
When invited to dinner and it’s suggested to bring flowers, what would you do?
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Ages
Original Cut Paper 20 x 25.5″ {This one was too big for the scanner - so the image quality may not be optimal. Disclaimers aside, second piece on black paper.}
We all know the drill. Grow. Grow harder. Grow up. Rest up for a bit. Grow some more. Somewhere along the line the concept of age got tied to this whole process. They are not exclusive partners.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)Tunes note: I had every intention of beginning one of my new ideas and posting some original music for your listening pleasure while looking. It’s a bit late right now, so instead I will share this with you: I was listening to Department of Eagles while cutting tonight and it was sublime. If you’ve ever heard of the incredible Brooklyn band called Grizzly Bear, you already know one of the musical geniuses behind Department of Eagles - Daniel Rossen. Albums I listened to tonight: The Whitey on the Moon EP, Gold Suits (Please treat yourself to watching this video of “No One Does it Like You”), Johnny Glaze Christmas (Classical Snatches and Samples a go-go), and from Grizzly Bear - Horn of Plenty (the remixes).
And you may hear more about Grizzly Bear… I just discovered they are touring with Radiohead later this year. AND, I just discovered a sold-out show with Paul Simon and Gillian Welch at BAM in 2 weeks. Sigh…
Parting the Divide
Original Cut Paper 13.5 x 7.5″
On one side, the past. On the other, the future. In between lies the parting.
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)A Tale of Two Thoughts
Original Cut Paper 13.5 x 7.5″
I usually dislike Dickens, but this seems to work perfectly:
Filed under Cut Paper | Comment (0)It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.


































