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History is like tapestry. History is like compost. History is like a roadmap through time, only seen in reverse; or a thoughtmap laid over time (whatever that is) in retrospect. There are lines, there are paths, there are tangled threads, but there is also compaction and lithification. And there is also space. Five hundred years of time is vast and vacant. It is full of forgetting. Forgetting is the erosion of the matter of the world in a process sympathetic to the erosion of matter in the brain. History is a certain kind of space, then, with certain paths through, certain threads, with certain compaction simultaneously. Heidelberg is the third book in Holly Myers series, including the titles Road Noise and Wild Rough Country all from then/and.
Sleeping, highway noises.The sunlight slid across the surface of the wildyellow grass.The wild space, the sky.There was a storefront for rent in a small town. Road Noise is a collection of three short works exploring the mass, texture, and character of the American landscape. The title work, "Road Noise," is an incantatory tribute to the open road, a tour of the wide, wild West. "Marine" considers the westernmost edge of the continent-specifically, the maritime commerce of a Pacific Northwest port town-and that fateful point of contact between the land and the sea. "Memory Exercise" explores the intimate overlay of landscape, memory and music. Road Noise is the first in a new series of artist books to be published by Holly Myers through then/and publications. These works combine images and text to explore ideas, impressions and themes in their raw state. The series is intended to serve as a fluid compositional space, intuitive and open to spontaneity. Road NoiseHolly MyersAvailable in Paperback, 120 p.ISBN: 978-1-947322-92-9
Wild Rough Country / Right to Pretty Heroines / BirdsBy Holly Myers A two-lane highway channels into a four-lane no man’s land toward Main Street. Wide, empty medians. A confusion of frontage roads. At the Family Dollar, a young woman stands alone in line with a bag of Cheetos and a child’s t-shirt on a hanger that reads “My Day Begins At Noon” in pink glitter letters.A tax service, a truck repair, auto parts, tacos, a drivetrain specialist, a county health office, a liquor store. A church in a warehouse with a swing set outside.
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