Quote is from Tiller.
Pillow left behind at Women's Medical Center of Rhode Island.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Dr. George Tiller
(d. May 31, 2009)
Quote is from Tiller.
Pillow left behind at Women's Medical Center of Rhode Island.
Quote is from Tiller.
Pillow left behind at Women's Medical Center of Rhode Island.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Bonnie and Clyde
(d. May 23, 1934)
Left on the stage at AS220, Providence, RI.
Quote is from a poem by Bonnie, a premonition of her end, written for her mother:
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights
We aren't working nights
We're joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together;
And they'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief
To the law a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
- Bonnie Parker
Left on the stage at AS220, Providence, RI.
Quote is from a poem by Bonnie, a premonition of her end, written for her mother:
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights
We aren't working nights
We're joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together;
And they'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief
To the law a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
- Bonnie Parker
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Emily Dickinson
(d. May 15, 1886)
Left behind on the porch of a private residence in Providence, RI.
Words were Dickinson's last.
Left behind on the porch of a private residence in Providence, RI.
Words were Dickinson's last.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Stitched Deaths: John Wayne Gacy
(d. May 10, 1994)
My unnamed accomplice and I took a trip to the KFC on Atwood Avenue in Johnston, RI to eat a Double Down and leave a pillow behind, reuniting John Wayne Gacy with his last meal.
No altercations were had between artists and apathetic part-timers.
My unnamed accomplice and I took a trip to the KFC on Atwood Avenue in Johnston, RI to eat a Double Down and leave a pillow behind, reuniting John Wayne Gacy with his last meal.
No altercations were had between artists and apathetic part-timers.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Easter Rising
(d. May 4, 1916)
Joseph Plunkett
William Pearce
Edward Daly
Michael O'Hanrahan
Irish rebels executed for their part in the Easter Rising of 1916
Placed in the window of Trinity Brewhouse, Providence, RI
Joseph Plunkett
William Pearce
Edward Daly
Michael O'Hanrahan
Irish rebels executed for their part in the Easter Rising of 1916
Placed in the window of Trinity Brewhouse, Providence, RI
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Linda Lovelace
(d. Apr. 22, 2002)
Left in a bathroom stall at the Historic Columbus Theatre
Quote is from the Lovelace Memoir, Ordeal.
Left in a bathroom stall at the Historic Columbus Theatre
Quote is from the Lovelace Memoir, Ordeal.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Stitched Deaths: Joseph Merrick
(d. Apr. 11, 1890)
Placed on the porch at Coffee Exchange, Providence, RI.
Quote is from Merrick's letters:
"'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man."
- adapted from a poem by Isaac Watts
Placed on the porch at Coffee Exchange, Providence, RI.
Quote is from Merrick's letters:
"'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man."
- adapted from a poem by Isaac Watts
Windfalls or: What Passes Through The Needle's Eye
The Providence Art Windows are an art gallery, except better - because they never close and everyone can see them at any time, all the time, for as long as the installation runs. For this reason, I am happy to say that I have some of my work up in one of them.
A short description of the work: These large (48" x 84") stitched portraits represent the moment in time that Amanda Clayton, Urooj Khan, and Abraham Shakespeare each received a substantial monetary prize by result of playing the lottery. The bucket, bottle, and syringe symbolize the tragic end that each faced shortly after winning. The glittering pillows signify the almost unattainable nature of easy money and simultaneously relate to the stones in The Lottery.
A short description of the work: These large (48" x 84") stitched portraits represent the moment in time that Amanda Clayton, Urooj Khan, and Abraham Shakespeare each received a substantial monetary prize by result of playing the lottery. The bucket, bottle, and syringe symbolize the tragic end that each faced shortly after winning. The glittering pillows signify the almost unattainable nature of easy money and simultaneously relate to the stones in The Lottery.
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