Real Eyes

Real Eyes Ation

Experimenting with high contrast images and some notes I wrote late Tuesday night.

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Write your name in the dark…

Write your name in the dark...

An old poem on scrap print paper, I saved it from the rubbish and put it through the typewriter then mounted it onto the tile (5 by 7 inches.) Quite pleased with myself.

I thought I might explain a bit about how this poem came about, or at least the title.

I was at a swanky little pool bar on Miami Beach, some may know it as the Delano. You feel like you’re walking into a set of Alice in Wonderland, ridiculously high ceilings and chairs that have chair backs that stretch to almost the same height. Abstract furniture and an entire wall of mounted little lamps confirm that you are Alice in Wonderland enjoying multiple cocktails. I found myself in the garden among the life-sized chess set, talking to some musicians from NYC. I don’t remember any other details about the people other than swapping numbers with one. I don’t know why we didn’t swap numbers using our cell phones but I like to think it’s because we were all the artsy types who always have a paper and pen handy for when we get ‘inspired’ but it’s highly likely that my shitty phone probably died.  It was hard to see anything, only a few fairy lights and the drizzled light coming in through the trees from the main bar area. “Write your name in the dark” I blurted. One of the guys looked up and said, “Hey man, that’s a good line. You should use it in your poetry or something”


Bedside to Shoreside

Bedside to Shoreside


Don’t Forget to Look UP

Don't Forget to Look UP

Playing with old poetry on old paper that I almost threw out before realizing they would fit in my typewriter.


Beyond Gravity

Beyond Gravity

I’ve been playing with old paper prints, instead of throwing them away I wondered what they would look like if I pushed them through the type writer. This was the first of many to come!


36 Box Set Series

Six parts of the poem printed on 36 box set canvases. Laz cut the canvas, I painted, then he sanded. He cut the wood then we stapled wood to frame. 36 canvas and frames later and we are anxious to print, stretch and seal.

A couple days pass and Lazaro made it to the print room, he had blisters on his thumbs by the end of the day but managed to stretch almost all the canvases.

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Chloebird Poetry & Lazaro Amaral Art will present ‘The Gift of the Present Moment’ on Dec 1st- Jan 24th 2013 at the Art Center South Florida 924 Lincoln Road, Miami Beach.


Diana