Eye Feed-kissing the ghost

When my son was very small I didn't get to paint much. I compensated by drawing as much as I could. I was living in an isolated area of upstate NY and began to really miss people. I started xeroxing drawings, collaging, redrawing and collaging and re-xeroxing. Then I made books out of them and sent them to friends. I called them eye feeds.
Eventually I got around to color xerox.....this was before everyone had scanners...and made a book out of drawings, photographed paintings---repainted and collaged. This one was called kissing the ghost, and included the image of Straightforward Magic, other allusions to magic, and a poem called The Painter's Favorite Cliches. This was the cover:





Inside were many variations on particular Wolffian images...

Straight Forward Magic

This is a paper painting--watercolor, ink, acrylic, and a bit of pencil. It pretty much says what I feel about art. It is all magic---even the things lying around the studio as in this case: the big bottle and the stick with the taxidermied turkey wings wired onto them. You add pink and its magic.
Everything I make is an epiphany passed on. A telegram, letter, an email to the world in visual form. Reality is illusionistic, or as the spiritual biggies say: it is illusion. I can only talk/paint about it in terms of the magic real of it. The wonderful logical illogic of the event that kisses you in the brain and washes away the scrim of norm.