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I’m curating an exhibition in Portland, ME. Here are the details and a statement I wrote for it:


An exhibition of contemporary artists influenced by collage.

Works by Aimee Belanger, Jacob Bluestone, Amelia Bywater, Derek Jackson, Conor Kelly, Nicolas Party, Anya Pover, and John Skibo.

Curated by A. D. Jacobson.

June 5th-July 11th (Wed-Sat)

Preview Thursday June 4th 5-7pm

Zero Station

222 Anderson St.

Portland, ME

La Disparition was published in 1969 by Georges Perec. The English translation is titled A Void. The novel follows a group of friends as they search for a missing companion. It was written entirely without the letter e.

We are in a constant struggle to regress into the past, back to the muted colors and clear skies of yesteryear. At the same time we are bound by the conveniences and contrivances of the day. We are endlessly pulled apart at the seams; we fissure and crack. Collage produces meaning though disconnection, disparate cut-outs pieced together with stick-glue and twine. In this two step process, first is the removal, the dissolution of context from the appropriated excerpts. Then, inevitably, we look back and make sense of the erratic bits and bobs, fashion a new image out of the null set of meaning.

This aesthetic of entropy invades our daily consciousness: app stores and Wikipedia, $1 used book trolleys on the sidewalk, grotesque murals and graffiti on the side of department stores. We are harangued in the crosswalk by towering billboards. We are engulfed by indecisiveness borne out of the accumulation of technologies, of styles, of structures. Collage as art form seeks to capture this everythingness and distill it into decisive indecision, to reason the unreasonable. Here are presented works that are to varying degrees assemblages of form, media, conception, and installational practices. This is an exhibition of collage. This is not an exhibition of collage.

A. D. Jacobson


Untitled (modern landscape) 300dpi

Back in Boston

I’m back home again for an as yet undetirmined length of time.

A bit more from the writing piece I’m working on:


Looking back in time at the stars.

The biggest being the closest.

Venus rising over the southeast in summer.

Bigbears and hunters.

Moonman singing.

Moonman getting drunk.

Dipper pointing north.

Tubman running the railroad.

Religious parables passed down.

Of Abraham and the goat.

Of three subservient wisemen headed north.

Of a power greater than.

Of belief.

The astute discovery of love and passion.

Sipping red wine with moths.


A fiery hell burning holes in retinas and irises.

Estuaries of the Everglades.

Long storks stalking.

The slow trudge to the centre of the earth.

Lethargic snails sleeping in the brackish muck.


An illusion of the cerebellum.

Waking in the middle of the night, alone and in a cold sweat, looking out the window to see the bright lights of freedom hovering in the dense fog.

i Publications

My new Baby:


My Exhibiton at Olive Cafe

I’m showing some photos in a galley nearby my flat.  Please come!!



from the opus.  Its a rambling sort of thing.  Hills and valleys.


A merchant in the street hawking skip-dived wares.

Let macroeconomics work its course, must not disturb the gears.

A Rube Goldberg machine of sorts.

Yellow canary flying away to trip the switch.

Darwinian specimen.

We shall for evermore praise our Smithian brethren for bringing us these gems of gold and rubies.

Greenspan rebuking himself.


A laughing, indelibly caring pygmy swan.


Glibness as a sign of respect.

Argumentativeness being a treasured trait.

(Recycled machine-guns and semi-automatics.)

A soft sigh before intercourse.

A pitchfork in the hay.

Millais as a man of the people.


An illustrative gesture:  Lifting his arm, the sunken fellow motioned to a pair of neatly preserved patrolmen.  The officers, conferring, played hard of hearing, letting the old man struggle on the pavement.  Again, the drunkard lifted, almost flailed, his arm to motion at them and when, again, no assistance was offered, he began with a slew of half-cocked somewhat derogatory remarks, encoded by his inebriated state.

ATP08 Opening

Although I was absent, an iceberg managed to make an appearance at the ATP08 opening at International3 in Manchester.

click here for more info

Degree Show

The GSA Degree Show is now open! For opening hours/other info see

Here are some pictures of it and a video tour:



proposals for installations, in diorama form.


I will be participating in Artranspennine 08, a large scale cross-regional exhibition spanning the Pennine mountain range in Northern England. For the exhibition I will be placing icebergs around Manchester at various times and letting them melt to the guffaws and applause of onlookers. More information with regards to possible dates and times will be forthcoming both on this blog and on here is an idea of what it might look like:

The piece is entitled ‘”One if by land, two if by sea.” or “The icebergs are melting, the icebergs are melting.”‘ which refers to slogans from the American Revolution, which began in and around Boston.

From the desk of A. D. Jacobson.