tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176727671111610357.post4966775248881231722..comments2023-12-14T05:11:09.416-05:00Comments on The Latent Narratives of Oats Gulwick: Hasty RozzersOats Gulwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438790700771505167noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176727671111610357.post-12695656605807269312019-07-23T17:59:25.988-04:002019-07-23T17:59:25.988-04:00Who the fuck knows? This was a real leap of faith,...Who the fuck knows? This was a real leap of faith, started with my pulling random images. <br /><br />The first frame largely borrowed from a graphic novel, but taking on a life of it's own as a bold, expressive painted interior - heavy, but with an airy touch that reminds me of Gorey. <br /><br />The second frame is a collage of several pieces, gazed upon disapprovingly by an enormous face. <br /><br />The third frame is from a photo from the 1960's of an English Bobby, and again I tried (and failed) to represent a plaid pattern on his face.<br /><br />The fourth frame, an Eno resolution, from Music For Airports (1978), the idiosyncratic musical notation that accompanies the album's liner notes.<br /><br />I don't know what it means, but it all makes a kind of sense.Oats Gulwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08438790700771505167noreply@blogger.com