Vince Quatroche's Rubber Eden

Matador Review 1/11/06

I had the pleasure of meeting Vincent Quatroche at The Poetry Brew in York Pennsylvania last November. Following the reading I swapped a copy of my chapbook for his spoken word CD "Matador From Another Planet". I do believe I made out better on the deal than Vincent did.

Quatroche brings the listener on a journey through observations of life and the human condition. This collection of poetry often references baseball, bars, females and decaying automobiles with the reverence of a priest holding Sunday morning communion. The background music, led by Dan Berggren on acoustic guitar keeps pace with the delivery of Quatroche on each of the 18 poems on the disc. How can one describe the pace of this CD? A line from the first track, "Of the Aural & Visual" describes it best:

"If I could throw the verbal heat like a Koufax fastball who could catch it?"

"Matador From Another Planet" is like a Koufax fastball and after a few plays the listener fully understands that Quatroche just may have a better change up then Koufax ever dreamed of throwing.

"Matador From Another Planet" is available on Sleeping Giant Records and can be ordered on line at the Tower Records Site.

-kind words from quite an accomplished Poet. You really need to check out this fine artist's work. He is as talented as he is generous with sharing his observations and perspectives. By all means visit this poet's website. Dude gets around, he could very well be in your area tomorrow. Stayed tuned for a review of his latest chapbook of Po entitled, Asphalt Road in the Cold Miller department soon. Make sure to visit G. Emil Rutter @ www.gemilreutter-author.com

- G. Emil Reutter
Author Poet

FROM ANOTHER PLANET INDEED ...In one creative writing class or another, the textbook came with a companion CD so we could hear poets speak their words. So often, as readers, were're not able to fully enjoy a work as read by its author, in his/her own voice and read at their pace. That's why there are poetry readings. Not only to provide poets with a place to display their work, but so the audience can benefit in hearing it. Taken to the next level, Vincent Quatroche, area educator and self-described bar-fly, blends background music, samples and sound effects in with his spoken word on "Matador From Another Planet."
Quatroche has been recording his work since the late 70s and "Matador From Another Planet" is the 5th in a series with long time colleague, friend and collaborator Dan Berggren. In fact, the album was released on Berggren's Sleeping Giant Records and features a handful of players on everything from a jews harp to a didgeridoo. The result isn't a loss of the spoken words, but a heightening of them. The sounds complement the pieces by tying invisible stanzas together and solidifying the empty spaces where a breath is taken or the silence is meant to put emphasis on a point.
If not for anything else, the album is a spark. After a listen I found myself busting out "Nighthawks At The Diner" and reading Bukowski a little more frequently. Sure, that's a bit ambitious to reference Tom Waits and another name mentioned in reviews of Quatroche's work. But it's the truth. To pull from its own description, "Matador..." is in short, "your late night companion in the car or by candlelight for libation and reflection."

- Nick Dean
Newshound for The Dunkirk Observer

Vince Quatroche and his collaborators showcase a vast arsenal of tones, sounds, and vocabulary on the spoken word artist's latest, Matador From Another Planet. The writer displays a certain reverence for like baseball (cited often on this record), decaying automobiles, barrooms, and females (see the lively, conversationalist cut "An Understanding". But despite his flair for description, Quatroche can also can just spit it out, as he claims in opener Of the Aural and Visual. Taking dead aim and hitting the mark often, Quatroche simultaneously questions and embraces absurdity in his many takes on the "unfinished symphony of contemporary madness ! ." Quatroche's ability to bounce between the casual and the meaningful serves as one of his great strengths as writer and producer. The sharply edited "Beat the Clock", with its Eno/Floyd washes and meditative/declarative stance, is a stirring highlight. Penultimate track "Forever and a Day" displays a very real vulnerability and a surprising and beautiful left turn. It's as intense as any invective moment on this album and it's also a musical peak, as Dan Berggren's acoustic guitar provides a moving counterpoint to Quatroche's reflections on fatherhood and infinity. Musically, Matador settles into no particular genre. Rather, many touchstones comprise the whole such as the aforementioned Eno, reverbed-out guitar strums that remind of Galaxie 500, synth soundscapes, digiridoo drones, and elaborate sound design/effects pieces. Through this album, Quatroche leaves room for imagination and understandings unspoken, and shows himself to be unafraid to mix sharp social commentary, absurdist humor and imagist nostaglia. to his credit, he is strictly defined by none of the above, rather utilizing many tools to make Matador a coherent, yet diverse and successful work.

- Jim Briggs
NYC Sound Designer

Once again Quatroche slithers up the river Styx in a speedboat damming the paddles and life preservers. Matador is chock full of stale cigarettes, spilled drinks, broken glass and rich metaphors. Bad breath and vaginal odor turn to sweet aroma at every turn. We are all reminded of just how shabby our existence really is and we get this sneaky feeling that somehow he is the keeper of the clock with his thumb on the reset button. The end is near but we can't seem to get off bar stool to the soapbox. We're all going to straighten it out soon before the bell tolls. Tenderness gets sticky even in the cold blustery winters of western NY. The roar of the crowd seems somewhat stifled by the overwhelming sense of doom and delight. One's existence means nothing and everything. We are all helplessly being sucked into a vacuum gasping for air as Vince carefully directs the nozzle time ! As time is measured in innings and women play a carnal role for the hungry kings of the abyss. These semi auto biographical nightmares take you from the bar stool , ballpark to the utility closet in one swoop while the author sips a cold one from the comfort of his 1940s cubical; safe from the carnage he creates. Basking in the glory of his twisted heroics he's Like the puppet master weaving his magic. He brings you back and forth from this European Trafamadore in the blink of an eye. The obvious questions are has Mr Quatroche been visiting other worlds prior to being here and whether a hounds tooth jacket can be a charcoal gray ??????? An Irish Spring Commercial gone horribly wrong. Fat unattractive desperate people unenthused about life bearing personal crosses they'd rather not. Loneliness is overwhelming. Nobody gets laid right, and if they do, their lives end tragically then and there. All wander through the ever engulfing muck with vacuous minds with no apparent urgency. Kraftwerk meets Lothar and the Hand People. They marry and create a new and unique sound track channeled by the musicians here. Sterling was slightly more cryptic only for the fact he sensed his own impending doom. Quatroche swings a broad blade and cuts deep into what we hold fast, and believe to be true. The problem is as always. No one saw it coming. Quatroche casts a long shadow most days after 3PM. His narrative is all consuming as he draws you in with words and effects one might come across in a bad dream. His characters and situations are the almost the norm, but revealed in a very different light. He throws open windows, doors, hatches and every available means to take you with him. Whether it's Seattle on a cold rainy night or an abandon train station somewhere in Eastern Europe you are a helpless passenger on the VQ express. This is where he seems to thrive. Once fairly normal people seem grossly distorted by life. He offers a constant Kaleidoscope of vision, and a monolog that's just enough to pull you through next narrow orifice. Mechanical, rusty androids expire regularly from lack of proper maintenance.. They move listlessly through crooked dealerships with macabre thoughts of the final salvage yard. A bartender you've known for awhile keeps all things on the up! & up in his domain and keeps em coming through out your trip. Somehow you finally feel safe as you finally mount your perch as he draws you a cold one. You never get quite close enough to the characters as they remain faceless yet curiously familiar. You try unmasking each as they fade from view only to reappear just out of reach. Listen closely and you'll feel and hear the things you fear the most... yourself...

- Patrick Clark
NYC Artist/Provocateur

Parallax Error

David Jones with poems by Vincent Quatroche

mn Gallery

Chicago, Illinois

September 6-28, 2002

Categories are everything and nothing in the arts. The difference between painters, printmakers and photographers can be very large or very small, depending on our point of view or on our vested interest in the distinctions. Artists have always struggled to separate what can be, under the worst conditions, warring aspects of themselves and their work. During the last decade, some have claimed the freedom to explore the new territory opened by the deconstruction of these categories. More than a simple dismantling, the actual classifications and boundaries between techniques are being reconceived by artists working in the spaces between photography, painting, digital media and printmaking.

The works in "Parallax Error" by David Jones are color photographs and lithographs; Jones uses the computer to create color separations and facilitate his experiments with scale. A layer of color added by hand to some images makes them--unlike digital media, prints or photographs--unique. Artists may be pulled in different directions by institutional barriers in the art world--among painting, printmaking, photography and poetry-but in this exhibit everything comes together.

Urban process is the subject and the means of Jones' work. His photographs emerge from within the urban flux rather than from a critical or privileged distance. The resulting prints are the consequence of a complex pattern of public and private interactions in space and time that echo Jones' engagement with life in the city. Two large night scenes are particularly compelling: Subtitle Revisited (2001) with the graceful blur of a person under a lighted marquee, and another, Matador From Another Planet (2001), depicting a crowd on the street watching an ambulance. Both of these photographs depict artificial light, and both evoke the resonant image of the city as a theater of human life. In the former we are caught by the mysterious glamour of the theater (or the cinema) and in the latter, we witness the inadvertent theater of the urban tragic: spectators assembled around an ambulance. People who have been transformed for a moment into bystanders are, like all urban protagonists, suddenly offered a terrible choice - to witness, and hence participate, or to turn away and deny their vulnerability. in the image only their backs are visible, and the crowd obscures the scene. There is an ambulance, but the spectator can't see what the problem is. It may not be serious, but our imagination, or perhaps our fears about cities, supplies gravity and apprehension to the scene.

A rich polarity is set up between the yellows and oranges of the ambulance lights and a hand-applied purple pigment that dramatizes the bystanders' backs. Those places which all photographers have to navigate, the unresolved gray that makes or breaks the night picture, have been transformed by Jones' use of the halftone screen and process colors. The hand-coloring is subtle and only discernible after extended viewing, It intensifies the contrast between light and shadow. The emotional quality of the hue--a red-violet color normally not possible in a night photograph--also adds meaning to the image. A nice set of parallels and inversions is at work between these two pieces: the light in the crime, or accident, scene photo is surrounded by people, the person in the marquee photo is surrounded by light. just outside the area of the marquee, passersby in daylight seem just about to break the spell of the theatrical space.

Parallax Error (2002), one of the larger pieces at 37" x 42", is an abstraction of artificial light around a barely discernible figure in which motion, glare, reflection and distortion are transmuted into visual rhythm. "Parallax" is the difference between the area taken in by the camera lens and the area seen in the viewfinder. In physics, parallax can be used to determine the distance between an observer and an object. Jones scans his photographs to separate them into process colors--cyan, magenta and yellow. He uses Photoshop to break the large images (in order to keep the quality of the halftone resolution) into tiles or sheets that are about 8x10 inches, which he reassembles after each segment of the image is printed in three colors and black by a process called paper plate lithography. In his best works, a complex rhythm between technique and subject emerges.

Jones keeps the nuances of these various technical processes in concert, and even extends the urban dialogue by hanging a set of poems among his photo-based images, composed by a longtime colleague, New York poet Vincent Quatroche. Quatroche's evocations of the cinematic restlessness of urban life are titled Lost Vorkapitch (a type of Soviet montage editing that shows the flow of time), Subtitle Re Visited and Motion Dreams Picture. He reminds us that Jones' images are stolen from an endless flow. Quatroche's jazz-based urban poetry starts and stops, syncopating verbal images. While certain phrases seem to comment on Jones' work, others whirl off in another direction, miming the discontinuity of urban space and consciousness, creating something that comes very close to the mixing of distinct voices in improvisation. The phrases "Together we do an excellent job of seeing nothing" and "illumination intermission" comment directly on the image Parallax Error. Interestingly, Quatroche's sense of romantic longing and loss is not part of Jones' work except in the photograph Parallax Error, where the image of a woman is almost lost in light and motion.

Hanging poems between the photographs is ambitious and it works well, but the poetry suffers to some extent. Running a loop of the poet reading his works may have lent more presence to the cadences of Quatroche's language and heightened the relationship between the works.

Jones--a master printer who often oversees the editioning of other notable artist's work--uses paper instead of stone to produce his lithographic images, but much of the process, dependent on the aversion of oil to water, or ink to damp surface, is the same. After he has printed the segments or tiles of the image, he puts them together, adds color by hand and then coats the surface. The registration process creates slippage: each of the four colors, plus black, are printed over one another. The thick printmaking paper may expand or contract and the halftones will slip, showing the layers of color. Laying out the tiles to make the image adds another margin of error.

The slippage echoes the parallax error, latent in the photographic process. A large part of the melancholy and pleasure of Jones' work, this slippage evokes the sadness of the distances that characterizes contemporary life. At the same time, the tiny imperfections break the illusionary surface created by the photographs. All of these details work together to remind the viewer of the artist's work and of ours, the process of putting it all together. These marks of the artist's hand bind us to, rather than exclude us from, the work, while the poet's voice offers another level of intimacy to the urban everyday. We too are involved in urban process, of making and remaking the city.

JANINA CIEZADLO is a writer and artist who teaches in the Composition Program at the University of Illinois, Chicago.

- Janina Ciezadlo
Teacher/Writer/Artist





		Matador Review 1/11/06 I had the pleasure of meeting Vincent Quatroche at The Poetry Brew in York Pennsylvania last November. Following the reading I swapped a copy of my chapbook for his spoken word CD "Matador From Another Planet". I do believe I made out better on the deal than Vincent did. Quatroche brings the listener on a journey through observations of life and the human condition. This collection of poetry often references baseball, bars, females and decaying automobiles with the reverence of a priest holding Sunday morning communion. The background music, led by Dan Berggren on acoustic guitar keeps pace with the delivery of Quatroche on each of the 18 poems on the disc. How can one describe the pace of this CD? A line from the first track, "Of the Aural & Visual" describes it best: "If I could throw the verbal heat like a Koufax fastball who could catch it?" "Matador From Another Planet" is like a Koufax fastball and after a few plays the listener fully understands that Quatroche just may have a better change up then Koufax ever dreamed of throwing. "Matador From Another Planet" is available on Sleeping Giant Records and can be ordered on line at the Tower Records Site. -kind words from quite an accomplished Poet. You really need to check out this fine artist's work. He is as talented as he is generous with sharing his observations and perspectives. By all means visit this poet's website. Dude gets around, he could very well be in your area tomorrow. Stayed tuned for a review of his latest chapbook of Po entitled, Asphalt Road in the Cold Miller department soon. Make sure to visit G. Emil Rutter @ www.gemilreutter-author.com - G. Emil Reutter Author Poet FROM ANOTHER PLANET INDEED ...In one creative writing class or another, the textbook came with a companion CD so we could hear poets speak their words. So often, as readers, were're not able to fully enjoy a work as read by its author, in his/her own voice and read at their pace. That's why there are poetry readings. Not only to provide poets with a place to display their work, but so the audience can benefit in hearing it. Taken to the next level, Vincent Quatroche, area educator and self-described bar-fly, blends background music, samples and sound effects in with his spoken word on "Matador From Another Planet." Quatroche has been recording his work since the late 70s and "Matador From Another Planet" is the 5th in a series with long time colleague, friend and collaborator Dan Berggren. In fact, the album was released on Berggren's Sleeping Giant Records and features a handful of players on everything from a jews harp to a didgeridoo. The result isn't a loss of the spoken words, but a heightening of them. The sounds complement the pieces by tying invisible stanzas together and solidifying the empty spaces where a breath is taken or the silence is meant to put emphasis on a point. If not for anything else, the album is a spark. After a listen I found myself busting out "Nighthawks At The Diner" and reading Bukowski a little more frequently. Sure, that's a bit ambitious to reference Tom Waits and another name mentioned in reviews of Quatroche's work. But it's the truth. To pull from its own description, "Matador..." is in short, "your late night companion in the car or by candlelight for libation and reflection." - Nick Dean Newshound for The Dunkirk Observer Vince Quatroche and his collaborators showcase a vast arsenal of tones, sounds, and vocabulary on the spoken word artist's latest, Matador From Another Planet. The writer displays a certain reverence for like baseball (cited often on this record), decaying automobiles, barrooms, and females (see the lively, conversationalist cut "An Understanding". But despite his flair for description, Quatroche can also can just spit it out, as he claims in opener Of the Aural and Visual. Taking dead aim and hitting the mark often, Quatroche simultaneously questions and embraces absurdity in his many takes on the "unfinished symphony of contemporary madness ! ." Quatroche's ability to bounce between the casual and the meaningful serves as one of his great strengths as writer and producer. The sharply edited "Beat the Clock", with its Eno/Floyd washes and meditative/declarative stance, is a stirring highlight. Penultimate track "Forever and a Day" displays a very real vulnerability and a surprising and beautiful left turn. It's as intense as any invective moment on this album and it's also a musical peak, as Dan Berggren's acoustic guitar provides a moving counterpoint to Quatroche's reflections on fatherhood and infinity. Musically, Matador settles into no particular genre. Rather, many touchstones comprise the whole such as the aforementioned Eno, reverbed-out guitar strums that remind of Galaxie 500, synth soundscapes, digiridoo drones, and elaborate sound design/effects pieces. Through this album, Quatroche leaves room for imagination and understandings unspoken, and shows himself to be unafraid to mix sharp social commentary, absurdist humor and imagist nostaglia. to his credit, he is strictly defined by none of the above, rather utilizing many tools to make Matador a coherent, yet diverse and successful work. - Jim Briggs NYC Sound Designer Once again Quatroche slithers up the river Styx in a speedboat damming the paddles and life preservers. Matador is chock full of stale cigarettes, spilled drinks, broken glass and rich metaphors. Bad breath and vaginal odor turn to sweet aroma at every turn. We are all reminded of just how shabby our existence really is and we get this sneaky feeling that somehow he is the keeper of the clock with his thumb on the reset button. The end is near but we can't seem to get off bar stool to the soapbox. We're all going to straighten it out soon before the bell tolls. Tenderness gets sticky even in the cold blustery winters of western NY. The roar of the crowd seems somewhat stifled by the overwhelming sense of doom and delight. One's existence means nothing and everything. We are all helplessly being sucked into a vacuum gasping for air as Vince carefully directs the nozzle time ! As time is measured in innings and women play a carnal role for the hungry kings of the abyss. These semi auto biographical nightmares take you from the bar stool , ballpark to the utility closet in one swoop while the author sips a cold one from the comfort of his 1940s cubical; safe from the carnage he creates. Basking in the glory of his twisted heroics he's Like the puppet master weaving his magic. He brings you back and forth from this European Trafamadore in the blink of an eye. The obvious questions are has Mr Quatroche been visiting other worlds prior to being here and whether a hounds tooth jacket can be a charcoal gray ??????? An Irish Spring Commercial gone horribly wrong. Fat unattractive desperate people unenthused about life bearing personal crosses they'd rather not. Loneliness is overwhelming. Nobody gets laid right, and if they do, their lives end tragically then and there. All wander through the ever engulfing muck with vacuous minds with no apparent urgency. Kraftwerk meets Lothar and the Hand People. They marry and create a new and unique sound track channeled by the musicians here. Sterling was slightly more cryptic only for the fact he sensed his own impending doom. Quatroche swings a broad blade and cuts deep into what we hold fast, and believe to be true. The problem is as always. No one saw it coming. Quatroche casts a long shadow most days after 3PM. His narrative is all consuming as he draws you in with words and effects one might come across in a bad dream. His characters and situations are the almost the norm, but revealed in a very different light. He throws open windows, doors, hatches and every available means to take you with him. Whether it's Seattle on a cold rainy night or an abandon train station somewhere in Eastern Europe you are a helpless passenger on the VQ express. This is where he seems to thrive. Once fairly normal people seem grossly distorted by life. He offers a constant Kaleidoscope of vision, and a monolog that's just enough to pull you through next narrow orifice. Mechanical, rusty androids expire regularly from lack of proper maintenance.. They move listlessly through crooked dealerships with macabre thoughts of the final salvage yard. A bartender you've known for awhile keeps all things on the up! & up in his domain and keeps em coming through out your trip. Somehow you finally feel safe as you finally mount your perch as he draws you a cold one. You never get quite close enough to the characters as they remain faceless yet curiously familiar. You try unmasking each as they fade from view only to reappear just out of reach. Listen closely and you'll feel and hear the things you fear the most... yourself... - Patrick Clark NYC Artist/Provocateur Parallax Error David Jones with poems by Vincent Quatroche mn Gallery Chicago, Illinois September 6-28, 2002 Categories are everything and nothing in the arts. The difference between painters, printmakers and photographers can be very large or very small, depending on our point of view or on our vested interest in the distinctions. Artists have always struggled to separate what can be, under the worst conditions, warring aspects of themselves and their work. During the last decade, some have claimed the freedom to explore the new territory opened by the deconstruction of these categories. More than a simple dismantling, the actual classifications and boundaries between techniques are being reconceived by artists working in the spaces between photography, painting, digital media and printmaking. The works in "Parallax Error" by David Jones are color photographs and lithographs; Jones uses the computer to create color separations and facilitate his experiments with scale. A layer of color added by hand to some images makes them--unlike digital media, prints or photographs--unique. Artists may be pulled in different directions by institutional barriers in the art world--among painting, printmaking, photography and poetry-but in this exhibit everything comes together. Urban process is the subject and the means of Jones' work. His photographs emerge from within the urban flux rather than from a critical or privileged distance. The resulting prints are the consequence of a complex pattern of public and private interactions in space and time that echo Jones' engagement with life in the city. Two large night scenes are particularly compelling: Subtitle Revisited (2001) with the graceful blur of a person under a lighted marquee, and another, Matador From Another Planet (2001), depicting a crowd on the street watching an ambulance. Both of these photographs depict artificial light, and both evoke the resonant image of the city as a theater of human life. In the former we are caught by the mysterious glamour of the theater (or the cinema) and in the latter, we witness the inadvertent theater of the urban tragic: spectators assembled around an ambulance. People who have been transformed for a moment into bystanders are, like all urban protagonists, suddenly offered a terrible choice - to witness, and hence participate, or to turn away and deny their vulnerability. in the image only their backs are visible, and the crowd obscures the scene. There is an ambulance, but the spectator can't see what the problem is. It may not be serious, but our imagination, or perhaps our fears about cities, supplies gravity and apprehension to the scene. A rich polarity is set up between the yellows and oranges of the ambulance lights and a hand-applied purple pigment that dramatizes the bystanders' backs. Those places which all photographers have to navigate, the unresolved gray that makes or breaks the night picture, have been transformed by Jones' use of the halftone screen and process colors. The hand-coloring is subtle and only discernible after extended viewing, It intensifies the contrast between light and shadow. The emotional quality of the hue--a red-violet color normally not possible in a night photograph--also adds meaning to the image. A nice set of parallels and inversions is at work between these two pieces: the light in the crime, or accident, scene photo is surrounded by people, the person in the marquee photo is surrounded by light. just outside the area of the marquee, passersby in daylight seem just about to break the spell of the theatrical space. Parallax Error (2002), one of the larger pieces at 37" x 42", is an abstraction of artificial light around a barely discernible figure in which motion, glare, reflection and distortion are transmuted into visual rhythm. "Parallax" is the difference between the area taken in by the camera lens and the area seen in the viewfinder. In physics, parallax can be used to determine the distance between an observer and an object. Jones scans his photographs to separate them into process colors--cyan, magenta and yellow. He uses Photoshop to break the large images (in order to keep the quality of the halftone resolution) into tiles or sheets that are about 8x10 inches, which he reassembles after each segment of the image is printed in three colors and black by a process called paper plate lithography. In his best works, a complex rhythm between technique and subject emerges. Jones keeps the nuances of these various technical processes in concert, and even extends the urban dialogue by hanging a set of poems among his photo-based images, composed by a longtime colleague, New York poet Vincent Quatroche. Quatroche's evocations of the cinematic restlessness of urban life are titled Lost Vorkapitch (a type of Soviet montage editing that shows the flow of time), Subtitle Re Visited and Motion Dreams Picture. He reminds us that Jones' images are stolen from an endless flow. Quatroche's jazz-based urban poetry starts and stops, syncopating verbal images. While certain phrases seem to comment on Jones' work, others whirl off in another direction, miming the discontinuity of urban space and consciousness, creating something that comes very close to the mixing of distinct voices in improvisation. The phrases "Together we do an excellent job of seeing nothing" and "illumination intermission" comment directly on the image Parallax Error. Interestingly, Quatroche's sense of romantic longing and loss is not part of Jones' work except in the photograph Parallax Error, where the image of a woman is almost lost in light and motion. Hanging poems between the photographs is ambitious and it works well, but the poetry suffers to some extent. Running a loop of the poet reading his works may have lent more presence to the cadences of Quatroche's language and heightened the relationship between the works. Jones--a master printer who often oversees the editioning of other notable artist's work--uses paper instead of stone to produce his lithographic images, but much of the process, dependent on the aversion of oil to water, or ink to damp surface, is the same. After he has printed the segments or tiles of the image, he puts them together, adds color by hand and then coats the surface. The registration process creates slippage: each of the four colors, plus black, are printed over one another. The thick printmaking paper may expand or contract and the halftones will slip, showing the layers of color. Laying out the tiles to make the image adds another margin of error. The slippage echoes the parallax error, latent in the photographic process. A large part of the melancholy and pleasure of Jones' work, this slippage evokes the sadness of the distances that characterizes contemporary life. At the same time, the tiny imperfections break the illusionary surface created by the photographs. All of these details work together to remind the viewer of the artist's work and of ours, the process of putting it all together. These marks of the artist's hand bind us to, rather than exclude us from, the work, while the poet's voice offers another level of intimacy to the urban everyday. We too are involved in urban process, of making and remaking the city. JANINA CIEZADLO is a writer and artist who teaches in the Composition Program at the University of Illinois, Chicago. COPYRIGHT 2002 Visual Studies Workshop COPYRIGHT 2003 Gale Group - Janina Ciezadlo Teacher/Writer/Artist













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