Jim Wagner / “Scraps on the Floor” /Photo Composites / Drawings / 2006 - 2009

Basement / Summer / 2008

A simple snap shot taken all the way down to the foundation of it’s pixel…. Looking for the room in between.

Midtown Manhattan / Summer 2007

WHITE DRAWING Leaning forward as not to see,

An image became important.

Visible and always gray.

Words – the same: Black & White.

Only distinct color: Prime.

The planting of the source, a seed.

( Inspiration [the product of all this] .)

Creation from 4 walls within.

Never a breakthrough…

Bring the thing between and create two oceans within.

Drowned by air, sounds of passion looked for. Found: the flowered smell of them.

The place of the thing…

The result of nothing…

The essence of something… Happiness sought from anything,

Like the expulsion of protein or a replacement for fame.

WHITE DRAWING 1977

UNTITLED

Watching Tabulating vultures,

Symbolic black cats,

Reason clears the mind.

Adjacent confusion – one after two.

( Titillating judgment from the white slab.)

Tilted concrete mass.

Moving into outward thrust,

The time was concerned direction.

Hard step, the old soft shoe,

Finding the ground and the flair, Working town on the shelf,

The curtain, it falls.

Underground water turns to lime.

They dig to retrieve the minerals,

An alluring tribe, rain drowned souls,

Too much needed meat, Spoils the diggers feat

The strait night poles, Lend to a notion of creation.

Potted bodies kindle order.

The numbers satisfy the need.

People bleed through the paradox,

Fallen statement of truth.

Structure, a reaching blunder of change.

Cuts the underbelly.

“If the whole is a choice?”

Surface the plastic cut forms.

Their separate reason,

Inspires their belief in,

One’s essence.

One the road that was never traveled,

Fell the hard rain. This provided the need.

A paid parking ticket,

Entitled the necessary space.

The passion of glory,

The imagine need.

Full capacity works the savage.

Blood worms, the oxygen that was buried and found.

People that breathe but could not smell,

They worked for the breakthrough,

Smothered in flaking rock.

The End / The mapped plan, of enormous span, blotted over individual hands.

(Two becomes one.) The infinite bounds collapsed. Inward thrust, platters of meat,

With no one to eat. Colliding direction caused the explosion, and ended the caste

The return to more than one.

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Re-arranging the house….

\!/ \!/ \!/ “The Mound”

“The Mound” to Cedar Falls, Ohio

Middletown, Ohio 45044

“The New World”

Cedar Falls, Ohio

Xmas 2007

Self portrait / Photo by Francis Michaels, thanks

NY, NY, Graffiti