No Matter What Shape - The Archive

AN ARCHIVE OF MY OLDER WORK - AN EXHIBITION SPACE FOR ORIGINAL AND ALTERNATE VERSIONS OF MANIPULATED WORKS THAT APPEAR AT MICKMATHERSARTBLOG - A PARKING PLACE FOR SELECTED GRAPHICS USED IN OTHER BLOG SIDEBARS - AN ARTWORK IN AND OF ITSELF

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In its short-sightedness, blogger has turned its back on those of us stuck with old operating systems and I'm forced to find a new blog host. You will now find MickMathersARTblog at Blog.com - use the direct link found in the masthead and remember to update your bookmarks. This place will continue as another archive for a large body of my work. As many of you know, my primary medium and working method is digital collage composed of manipulated photographs often combined with digital drawing & generative images. Netlabels, bands and musicians can view samples of my CD Cover Art at Mick Mather Illustration located on Tumblr. In another life I was an Arts & Culture consultant specializing in revitalization planning through creative public art projects and programs with Economic & Community Development Departments of towns, villages and cities. In these hard financial times this work is more important than ever and I still accept consultancy inquiries. You can contact me by email at: mickmather@yahoo.com

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

This is a story I often revisit in memory; and, if you don't laugh you'll cry. I was working a convention many years ago when a tall, lanky, non-descript individual entered the cavernous hall and visited each booth, extended a hand and spoke a few words. Soon, a 6-foot tall woman stood before me, dressed in bib overalls and a faded denim shirt, as thin as the business card being offered, and in a mannish voice that held no smile, joyless and as gaunt as her countenance announced, "Hi, I'm 'Happy the Clown'".

Saturday, April 12, 2003

The table was set. Included was a small candle and a just-the-right-height flower arrangement in a cut glass vase. I studied the stems, the crown of baby's breath and tiny flowerlets, then arranged it to suit myself - not for the aesthetic look of it, but for the character of the shadow that the little candle was casting on the wall.