"A postively ungainly, chockablock and always affecting pseudo-memoir, long shot: an autobiography of a distant friend is forever trying its humble best to move through its mass of components (and the usual recording of ego and personality) to the transpersonal.
Using lyric, narrative and experimental forms and employing polaroids, it's a nonlinear chronicling, scored in ingenious staves, of all kinds of impressive small and big life moments -- anecdotal, phantasmic, personal, historical, philosophical, frivolous, mythic."
John Vieira's work is such a blur -- lyric meditation, b & w photographs, yogic drawing and concrete gesture (in earlier works) -- it's as clear, as trans/parent as work can be:
"my left eye
nearsighted
the writer/
artist here
but luckily
farsighted
on the right
the scout"
You can get your transcendent hands and eyes on his latest book for $10 via Score, 1111 E. Fifth, Moscow, ID 83843.
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