ON DEPRESSION

Sean J. White arrived to prison in 1997 at the age of nineteen. He is an artist and writer whose work has appeared in a number of literary journals, and hung in several juried, and two solo, exhibitions. In addition … Continue reading

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RELATABLE Tales

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Tales of Relatable Cynicism

Does a graphic novel require sequentiality?  Is a non-sequential graphic novel any less of a graphic novel?

In this book, the assembler, an incarcerated man in isolation from women, attempts to translate female thought.  The captions grew from the actions of the images, telling something of a story, that is, in fact, not a story at all.  Does the artist/writer achieve his intent?

Answer these questions for yourself.  Tales of Relatable Cynicism by Sean J. White is now available from Amazon in electronic and hardcopy forms.

Feel free to share your comments.

Note:Tristan Tzara had no input in the output.

Cover: Tales of Relatable Cynicism
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JUXTO BITS

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JUXTO CHAPTER 4

Like swallowing a foul tasting medicine, prepare yourselves to the stomach burbling nausea that is Juxto.  In this chapter we meet another new villain, who might be the perfect foil to Juxto’s axe.  Of course, at the beginning of every comic series (oh, god, I hope this isn’t really a series, I’m thinking along with you readers), new characters appear for short stints only to disappear if their popularity wanes–or doesn’t exist at all.  Think such stinkers as that one guy who battled Batman that one time in that one issue, or Spiderman’s classic foe, you know, what’s his name who also appeared only once and every kid (and man-child) who bought the comic lit the book on fire to protect future generations from suffering the fate of reading it.

Comic book heroes follow one of eighteen archetypes (feel free to contact me if you’d like a complete list, or to discuss this further).  Which does Juxto fall under?  We hope to create a unique being who hasn’t yet existed to bend to the will of its editors and writers, but Juxto, like everything else under the sun, has probably already lived some sort of past life.  For rehashing something, we apologize.

Chapter four also includes Chinese characters (on the robot’s forehead).  To win ten Juxto credits (which have a fiat of meh), tell us what they mean.  Also, the editors encourage readers and other random people to exercise the enfranchisement we have issued concerning Juxto’s life.  Should he live or die?

Read on, and watch for chapter five, coming soon, “(Slightly) Better than a Beer Hall Putsch.”

[Juxto, chapter four, pages 25-32]

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JUXTO Chapter Three

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Congratulations, Juxto!

Someone other than the friends and family and random incarcerated strangers upon whom we foist off Juxto acknowledged his existence.  We received high praise indeed, something like “meh, it was okay, I guess.”  Juxto, in fact, once said those same words about a pile of cheese sandwiches he made in his car following a 3:00 a.m. trip to the grocery store after bar time.  (Editors note: we do not condone drinking and driving, we can only report Juxto to the police when we see him erratically operating his motor vehicle late at night.)  Before we give you chapter three of Juxto, we would ask our new number one (and possibly only) fan to share any recipes involving ramen noodles and microwave cooking (it’s for Juxto, not us).
[Ding.]  Enjoy!

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A Plastic Tweezer

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A Plastic Tweezers

Previous posts have explored the efforts I have made to combat the limitations prison has placed on my artistic vision.  This is another.

I recently began a new series, continuing a number of the patterns developed in the (almost completed) Robot series.  That is, Constructivist shapes become figurative forms.  However, I added elements of collage, bending my back to adhere quadrilateral bits of paper to the surface.  Re-preparing the canvas with a fresh coat of gesso over the overlapping confetti lends a resemblance to mosaic–though without color.

Now, despite my modestly dexterous hands, placing those tiny slivers–some as small as a fingernail clipping–requires a tweezers.  While incarcerated at New Lisbon I owned a pair of metal tweezers.  I had bought them once upon a time, and kept them until my transfer to Jackson even though they had become contraband by policy.  I did much collage work with those.  Unfortunately, the DOC, at this time, permits only a 4 ⅜ inch blue plastic set.  With these, the squeeze at times fails to meet at a parallel, and, well, it is a little known fact that most metal has greater strength than plastic, thus less likely to develop stress fractures at the same level of usage.

So, gluing minute shards of paper with the plastic tweezers I eventually noticed the quality of their function diminished–the paper became more difficult to grab and hold.  I laid dabs of glue over the whitening point of stress, then wrapped it in tape.  Did it do any good?  The next time I sat with the canvas and the confetti I swore and threw the tweezers at the metal cabinet three feet in front of me.  It landed in one piece, more or less.  The last half inch of the tip lay still in the palm of my hand, snapped off from use.

[Image: The Ankle  (41214)    18×12]

 

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JUXTO AGAIN

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In chapter one we began to explore the materials available to us to produce such a…[insert your own term for ‘masterpiece’ here].  Because the DOC dictates what we can buy and where we can buy it from, we purchased a number of different things, experimenting with various markers and watercolor sets.  Some of it worked well, much of it we have intentionally neglected to continue.  We feel comfortable developing Juxto by the method we utilized in this next chapter.

Here is chapter two of Juxto.  Tell us what you think.  Chapter three will be coming soon…

Juxto title

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Juxto 4

Juxto 2

Juxto 3

Juxto page 16-SPlash 1 Juxto page 16-SPlash 2

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SYMBOLISM

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SYMBOLISM

Isn’t it amazing how our minds can construct an abstract idea into something more tangible?

The concept struck me when one of my peers approached me while I sat at the microwave cooking a doctored up ramen noodle, and hit me with the prison standard joke: “should I get my bowl?”  Although I had never seen that man’s bowl before, I sat immediately had a visual image in my mind of his bowl.

Having seen numerous plastic Tupperware and Rubbermaid style bowls over the years with various warps and stains and cracked lids, my mind created a picture of his bowl.  A two syllable sound representing that abstract idea of a tangible thing evoke d something from seemingly nothing.

The concept seems reminiscent of the work or Rene Magritte.  C’est ne pas une pipe.  This is not a pipe, just as much as a bowl is not a bowl unless it sits in front of you, filled full of something delicious, I hope.

 

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First Blog of the Year

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Transitions and Arbitrary Bookmarks

In 2018 I had the goal of having twelve blogs posted, one per month.  I failed.

My circumstances require I write the blog on paper from a prison cell and sent it out to someone who publishes (inasmuch as posting is publication) it.  Although a delay in posting occurred on a couple of occasions, some of the failure falls on me.

I set goals for myself every year.  Looking back, I typically fail tremendously.  That is not to say I meet none of my arbitrary expectations nor that I accomplish nothing.  As a multidisciplinary artist, my attention chases many of the beautiful women who cross its line of sight.  I follow the muses (though not as recklessly as Marcel Duchamp who chased away a wife by his obsession with chess).

With this transition into the new year–an arbitrary delineation of a point in the earth’s orbit–I once again prepare to fail tremendously.  To which everyone ought to strive.

“Oh, my culture, my culture.  Save me from this agar.”. –C.D. Gillingham

DON’T LOSE YOUR HEAD

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October Blog- IMAGE

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IMAGE

I recently watched a program about South African artists. Each person featured discussed how apartheid–despite the end of those polices–impacts the work, and how, in effect, the art challenges the perceptions created by those polices

During Hurricane Florence and its aftermath here in the U.S. news media reported a story disturbing in the picture it paints about out society. Two guard transporting prisoners decided to continue along a flooded road only to become stuck in the attempt. Rescuers arrived and brought the guards to safety, yet left the prisoners to die.

What does that say about American culture?

The image of the typical prisoner  comes form the portrayal of villains in Hollywood features, and the mug  shots and descriptions of the crimes on the evening news. Our society –though perhaps every society does as well — possesses an undercurrent of fear that always someone lurks in the shadows to rob us, to rape us, to kill us… Those faces on the screen reinforce those fears.

Humanity rarely appears. Just as Afrikaner  and African are ultimately human beings , so too are our nations prisoners. Each incarcerated person has a mother and a father, and the vast majority, including myself, want to be good people.

All of this leads me to question how incarceration affects my work, and leaves me wanting to consciously challenge the lack of humanity that has heaped upon me and my peers

UNCLE !

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Late Summer Blog

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Closer

I believe art is an  extension of the self. We use it to express our deepest selves , and we try to read into what others have created, putting ourselves in others’ shoes and attributing something of our selves into a work. We do this even if the attribution makes little sense.

We do this, I believe, because we want to connect to something beyond ourselves. Inside every person is a ceaseless loneliness. We seek many methods to fill the emptiness–religion, relationships, drugs, to name a few. Some people can deal with loneliness, others cannot. I’ve seen it sitting time in segregation. Some can sit quietly and be alone locked in his cage. Others spend every waking moment at the door banging, yelling, screaming, singing.

Art can bridge the void. Great works make us yearn for a connection, often inspire us to push closer together.

 JUXTO

You guessed it… a short weird graphic novel

 

 

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