Lucy Burrows

find me again ogden

2012-02-25T16:03:00.005-08:00

cousin told me once that on the the evening end of 9/11 he was walking in hell's kitchen and saw a woman, strewn across a car, that almost certainly wasn't hers, masturbating ecstatically.

it hovers in my thoughts, how easily tragedy and panic can lead one to seek nihilistic pleasure. with disregard for social behavioral norms. with disregard for consequences. with disregard for regards in general. just do and doing, what comes natural. real freedom, as any proper american can attest, is the offspring of destruction.

i met a poet on the street this week. he recited three poems to me. one, about the futility of life. one, about how his gift to humanity was not to have children. and one, about new york city. the final line of the city poem suggested that that if they were going to shut down every last of his favorite 'hole in the wall' eateries (the spartan being the camel busting straw), they might as well close the down the whole damn town. he asked me out to dinner. his name is ogden: his mother's maiden, he explained. he relished my appreciation of his dark poetry, though stoically. he paused in his excellent phonetical weavings of prose for the roar of passing trucks. my cigarette ended, i leaned in closer. i fought tears of empathy. i told him my name, for the second time, we had met before once, he will write a poem for me. he was inexplicably frightening, stranger danger. he was in a motorized wheelchair with the pricetag still on it: $30. still, unexplained fear won't keep me from dark poetry, not if a moon insists on puncturing the night sky.

juice, witchcraft, me & DR

2012-01-20T14:17:00.001-08:00

today, DR told me that he would be teaching me this new technique of "moving toward" to replace my instinctual "running away". it sounded all swell at the time, i moved quickly passed the contradiction-laden patting of back he did regarding my most recent escape, a lengthy endeavor, but by far my grandest runaway yet.

then i saw the trailer for moonrise kingdom and stepped in the "shit of life" that DR used to say i had on me...realized "moving toward" as opposed to "running away" will never exist for me you or any of the thems, these motions are inseparable. you can walk back and forth muttering to yourself and call this movement because it is. you can even turn this particular movement into a three thousand mile trip to a russian doll eversummer. i did.

sitting on the floor of an east village living room, this guy asks me if i am a witch. he had just given me a shot of pure juiced ginger, and told me to drink it real slow. in the raw juice bar downstairs. i drank it slowly, as advised. slow like i could do then, weak from self-starvation, fast only came while possessed by wicked bouts of mania induced by no phantoms yet known to me. i thought about the shot of ginger before i replied to his question. it made me feel more in the slow duration of intake than i had felt cumulatively in the same month. this individual had poisoned my skin with tingles, locked my jaw in digestion of dynamic flavor, i don't know of no word for what my tongue would say if it could speak. i answered, "no, but it would be easier if i were," suspecting juice of magic with a scientifically damaged mind.

2011-10-20T15:46:00.000-07:00

NO. journal page. October 2011

2011-08-10T15:50:00.000-07:00

TALK TO THE CLOUDS. August 2011.

2011-06-06T15:41:00.002-07:00

MATHEMATICS. poem in journal. completed? 2011

2011-05-01T15:38:00.000-07:00

No Title. ink on paper drawn in Terre Haute, IN.

2010-09-29T20:22:00.000-07:00

mixed media collage featuring an unfolded spin art box, colored price tag barbs, the edges of coupons that you are supposed to cut out (not around), solid strip of color from print advertisements and color test prints from the flaps of packaging.

SPINS & CREATES, spring/summer 2010. Part of the Subliminal Printed Matter series.

2010-07-24T15:19:00.000-07:00

the inside of a journal, price tag accumulation.
part of Subliminal Printed Matter series.

2010-06-29T20:37:00.000-07:00

quilt of paper price tags accumulation.
THE PRICE IS NOT RIGHT, spring 2010.

2010-05-29T17:43:00.000-07:00

taking cookies out of the oven :) / the page is torn

2010-01-28T20:57:00.000-08:00

A mosaic of trash collected from my parent's house, assembled atop a Glad trash bags box. The container containing the containers of trash.

INTEGRATED SYNDICATE. January 2010.

2010-01-20T15:25:00.000-08:00

gouache and ink on woven paper.
an abandoned cassette cover project for Cammisa Forest Baurhaus aka Salvia Plath. she ended up making her own :)

2009-11-29T20:44:00.000-08:00

collage of collected ephemera from a temporary job that I had scanning--and then shredding--office documents.

WHITE YOU WERE AWAY TOTEM, fall 2009.

2009-08-10T17:56:00.000-07:00

SOON WE PLANT. digital collage. August 2009.

2009-08-09T18:03:00.000-07:00

SUNBLOCK. digital collage. August 2009

2009-08-06T18:12:00.000-07:00

digital experiment :: background tile for website, my old website:

2009-03-25T15:30:00.000-07:00

mixed media collage that eventually became a screening poster for Jason Tallon.

as a poster:

2009-02-15T17:18:00.000-08:00

The Marchesa Luisa Casati. marker on paper. February 2009.
detaches into multiple configurations, like a lanky paperdoll.

2009-02-12T17:37:00.000-08:00

I don't know where you go. ink in sketchbook. February 2009

2008-12-13T17:27:00.000-08:00

portrait of robby, charcoal and chalk on paper. December 2008

2008-12-12T19:24:00.000-08:00

Gangi x Rainbow Arabia Large Hadron Collider 2008 tour poster.

and as a screen-print (which i did not do myself).

2008-10-10T19:59:00.001-07:00

mixed media collage, AM NY clippings atop the foil cigarettes are wrapped in.
COIN fall 2008. Part of the Subliminal Printed Matter series.

2008-08-07T19:38:00.000-07:00

mixed media Pogo in Togo poster for Miami Beach x Jordan x Electric Tickle Machine x Noveller x Glossy Wheel at Cake Shop in NYC.

2008-07-29T19:47:00.000-07:00

mixed media collage poster for Pogo in Togo with Dearling Physique x Ana Lola Roman at Glasslands in Brooklyn.

2008-07-10T19:55:00.000-07:00

special ink only poster for Michael Attias' Forty Guns at the Stone NYC.

2008-06-10T10:50:00.000-07:00

POMME DE TERRAIN TOTEM. drawing + digital collage. April 2008.

2008-01-28T09:40:00.000-08:00

i can make you feel like you know what you are doing. ink in sketchbook. January 2008.

2008-01-01T08:10:00.000-08:00

ANIMALISTIC MAGI. ink in sketchbook. January 2008.

2007-12-10T08:33:00.000-08:00

DOOBIE DOOBIE DOO TOTEM. marker/ink on paper. December 2007.

2007-12-09T08:51:00.000-08:00

SUCH SPEED. ink in journal. December 2007.
fragment of related poem:

...pressed 'gainst the wall. it's all dry
and quiet. the passers crawl. such speed, such a speed to get from place to place, and with each step regret
replace consent....

2007-12-09T08:42:00.000-08:00

ink in sketchbook. December 2007.

2007-11-11T08:37:00.000-08:00

GRAND SCHEME HOUR GLASS. drawing & digital collage. November 2007.

2007-11-10T08:27:00.000-08:00

OLIVER PEARL. ink on paper. November 2007.

2007-07-10T08:02:00.000-07:00

PLANETS ARE EMPTY. poem, a collaboration with M. Attias. July 2007.

2007-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Piece XI & XII - florescent tempera on cardboard.

2007-05-11T14:26:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Piece V - florescent tempera on cardboard.

2007-05-11T14:12:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Piece IV. florescent tempera on cardboard with yarn.

2007-05-11T14:06:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Piece III - florescent tempera on cardboard with yarn.

2007-05-11T11:06:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Peice II. collage and florescent paint on cardboard. May 2007.

2007-05-10T10:59:00.000-07:00

Gangi Installation Piece I. 8 years of collected paper, sorted by color, collage on cardboard. May 2007.

2007-01-12T07:40:00.000-08:00

THE EYES IN HIS HEAD. acrylic on canvas. January 2007.

and interesting, a progress shot wherein it looks nothing the same:

2007-01-11T07:55:00.000-08:00

BIGHT. marker in sketchbook. January 2007.

2007-01-11T07:49:00.000-08:00

BLOWING SLOW SNOW. marker in sketchbook. January 2007.

2007-01-01T08:19:00.000-08:00

TELE APATHY / I SCARE MY GRANDMOTHER. journal entry / poem?. crayons and ink on diner place-mat. December 2007.

2006-11-20T07:34:00.000-08:00

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. Nana's expired nail polish on already started acrylic painting on canvas. I distinctly remember my mom accusing me of "poisoning the dogs" with the fumes while I worked on this.

2006-03-12T07:45:00.000-08:00

THE WORLD FORGETTING BY THE WORLD FORGOT. acrylic on wood. March 2006.