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THE MOON'S PINK GLUE original paper collage


THE MOON'S PINK GLUE original paper collage

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Take a stroll into the dreamlike forest to chance upon a new friend. This stately grizzly bear – and his friends – are crafted from hand-cut vintage papers mounted on wood. Come, tour around, and examine the layers of curiosity hidden within the fur, feathers and snakeskin. Finished with modern wood frame.

  • One of a Kind
  • Medium: vintage papers on wood
  • Size: 51" H x 51" W (framed)
  • Frame: metallic-black wood frame
  • Hardware: ready to hang with wire on back

The Process

Each Dolan Geiman collage is crafted from hand-cut vintage papers sourced over decades of exploration and careful categorizing, held dearly until the perfect piece arrives to claim their colors and texture. Learn more about the making of paper collages here.

The Story

If you've ever seen the movie Dead Man by Jim Jarmusch, you might relate: I feel oftentimes like a misplaced traveler in a strange land. My waking life struggles to explain the daily rhythm to my dreamlife. I wake and taste the day, grasping at the fading technicolor dreamland, waving away the neighborhood miasma wafting through my windows. I want to conduct the day, to control it, like a teacher scratching out an algorithm on a charcoal chalkboard. When I talk I half expect birds and moths to fly out of my mouth and shatter my kitchen window, escaping into my backyard like a handful of confetti blown out of a shotgun. These pieces, these dream ingredients: A charred stump, a crimson serpent, a splash of bubblegum pink leaves... these are the products of an overactive brain and an overworked body, and this time they have finally come to fruition in a new piece.