exquisite!

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Many months later, the exquisite corpse scrapbook I started with my artist friend Sergio is complete. Even after the pages appeared to be full, he kept adding layers: a cityscape in the corner of a partially used page, a collage of coolers and lawn chairs and mysterious holy men. It's everything I love about L.A., art and randomness. Here are a few highlights, as photographed by AK.










(The happy writer. Ignore scrubby Sunday afternoon clothes.)

Comments

devoya said…
can i tell you how awesome this is? I LOVE IT!
May 31, 2010 at 10:57 AM
Peter Varvel said…
Me, too. I love this.
June 1, 2010 at 9:46 AM
Tracy Lynn said…
That, my friend, is several steps beyond cool.
June 1, 2010 at 10:28 AM
Kat said…
I love this! Inspiring.
June 1, 2010 at 10:35 AM
Cheryl said…
Sergio is amazing. I basically did some free-writes, and he responded with these gorgeous collages, lino block prints, paintings, etc. I highly recommend such a project as the best writing prompt ever. We submitted it to the Armory for an exhibit about art that uses the postal service.
June 1, 2010 at 1:19 PM
Claire said…
So cool! I've always dug the art/text combination of the Griffin & Sabine books. Something so pleasing about pulling a sheet from an envelope to read juxtaposed with great graphics.

Your handwriting? Always get a kick out of seeing something in someone's own hand.
June 1, 2010 at 10:59 PM
Cheryl said…
Yep, that's my writing. I worked very hard on developing my penmanship in fifth grade, after getting a C+ on it in fourth grade.
June 3, 2010 at 11:56 AM
Claire said…
I don't think we got letter grades for penmanship but it was incorporated into our grades somehow. I had to work on mine too. Though legible, I was less successful than you. ;)
June 5, 2010 at 8:04 PM
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