How Big is GTA 5? – Real Time – Walking Across the GTA V Map (no audio)
REQUIRED VIEWING BEFORE TOWN MEETING SCHEDULED JANUARY 1ST?
Walking across the Grand Theft Auto V continent
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Collagesity Report
I’m heading to the beach tomorrow where I probably won’t be looking at Second Life and thought I’d give a report of the town before I leave.
First off, I’m having great fun revamping the World of Collage in the northwest corner of Collagesity. I’ll talk about that more when I get back.
The top floor of the diner is probably where town meetings will take place. Unless some other structure rises up in the meantime. Will such a meeting be held before the new year? Could be. Cardboard Derek Jones, for instance, is bugging me about returning House Greenup and its namesake collage series to the village. I’m not sure that’s the best idea, but it is an example of a topic we could debate.
I don’t think there’s any debate, however, that Baker’s new home is this one on the western edge of the town. He sits in his small study, taking in an angle of his beloved Rubi Woods. Will he rewrite the “8×5” at this location? But what about Home Orange? Will his father Space Ghost take his spot there? After all, it’s his original homestead according to Collagesity lore, at least when it was in Noru. So that’s something else the townspeople could talk about.
Baker sits on Meditation Knoll in the woods:
The House of Truth hasn’t yet been filled with information, like it was originally, I suppose, in Noru once more. But an older version of Noru — pre-Collagesity. Baker has more decisions to make concerning the interpenetration of Noru and Rubi mythologies, both going back quite a ways by now. Once again, the townspeople can help with decisions, and are probably required to do so.
Baker tests out his old table in Home Orange.
His view there. Hmmm….
To remind myself and also others, this was Baker’s home going back to Pietmond in 2010, I believe. LINK
Baker ponders what to put at the supposed weakspot of Collagesity, pointed out by Spongeberg, to stop up the energy leak. He thought of placing the de-eyed red-violet version of Carrcassonnee there, like it was before. LINK But maybe that’s what Spongeberg wants. Hmmm, again. Baker realizes he’ll probably have to do *something* about it before I go to the beach. He can’t place anything there without my help, can he?
He sits on the rock, thinking about this and enjoying the interesting shadows on the Red Umbrella gallery. He also hasn’t made a decision about what to put in the old Norum gallery beside it (to our right). There’s still lots to mull over concerning Collagesity’s future.
The bottom of the Kidd Tower needs working on.
—–
Hucka D.:
I’m back baker b.
bb:
Hi Hucka! Oh yes, it’s almost Christmas. I was suppose to ring you up on the 25th.
Hucka D.:
You will be indisposed, however. Did you enjoy analyzing the Boos series on your own? You did a great job. I told you you could do it. I stood out of the way because we’re… we are too familiar with each other by now. The reader, while perhaps still amused, had trouble cracking our secret language. [Delete name] was right about that, at least. But mainly he was a control freak. A smart control freak. There were many such people at the time, near the beginning of the Internet. He would freely admit this now too. If he had to do it over, he would accept other people’s opinion without question at times; let it stand. So there’s regrets there too. Like what he said about your Greenup series interpretation, which you also did on your own. I understand you’re taking that to the beach with you. Good choice. It is a good interpretation that needs more work. This is the Lime section of “Floydada”; I’m telling that for the reader.
bb:
Thank you for that. Yeah, I don’t know what to do with all those old [interpretation sections], beginning with “Floydada”.
Hucka D.:
Maybe you could hand it over to Cardboard Derek Jones. Let him work on it.
bb:
Possibility. But what of this weak spot found by Spongeberg?
Hucka D.:
He’s determined a place that the town could be destroyed. In the bigger picture, he doesn’t see the worth in it. He would point to not the *violence*, the misogeny, the *overlay* of Grand Theft Auto but, removing all that, just the *landscape*. Second Life is beyond dated. Yet you can still create galleries here. Once you can create galleries in another spot and build up another mythology you can begin to exit. But only at that point. When you die from Second Life, however, you die, because you can’t take it with you, and that includes Baker Bloch and all the rest of the avatars. Including me.
bb:
If I didn’t have the blog, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Hucka D.:
You must think about the next step. Spongeberg is right about that. Place the 2 hour plus film about the Grand Theft Auto landscape in the theatre at Collagesity Heights. Require the townspeople to view it before the meeting; take notes. Then we can make some initial remarks about the eventuality of moving Collagesity to another platform. You have to have a town, right?
bb:
Right.
Hucka D.:
It has to be tangible in a virtual sense.
bb:
Okay.
Hucka D.:
Then start planning. Not as much the particular *buildings* as what you would want from such a town, perhaps what you can’t have in the Second Life version of that town. Beyond the Rubi Woods. Beyond its attachment to the more ancient Sylver Forest. But write about that as well. Write about all of it before you leave. Because eventually, sometime, you will leave. Okay?
bb:
Alright Hucka D. That’s the biggest question of all right now for Collagesity, I guess. Where is it all heading?
Hucka D.:
Right. Goodnight to you. And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I’ll see you more in the coming year.
bb:
Thanks again. Talk to you soon.
“This will have to do for now.”
3:35 AM: Insurance.
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Okay…
… this is the deal *now*. Carrcassonnee has been removed, *once more* from the TILE Temple, which has also been derezzed from Collagesity. She’s *back* in the gazebo wedged between the Boos gallery and Castle Jack for the second time, but the Eternally Bickering Newton and Jasper remain, along with their map. When Carrcassonnee desires to be “in”, her lemon will be burning outside the gazebo and she, along with her dog Spider and a couple of other objects, will be present within. When she’s “out” or “off”, I suppose, only Newton and Jasper and their map will be present in the gazebo. I, baker b., toggle these characters on and off by making one or the other 98 percent transparent. They’re already phantom.
—–
While I was in the as yet unnamed gazebo taking pictures to illustrate this, I chatted with Carrcassonnee. I won’t give the full transcript this time but just summarize. She stated more adjustments may be made on the gazebo arrangement. An anti-self, whatever that is, will or could be involved. I asked her if this is the red-violet version of herself and she concurred. I asked her if it would also have an eye like her and she waved the question off as flippant. Oh, and the main reason she wanted to switch back to the gazebo from the TILE Temple again was to keep Spongeberg from taking it over. She had inside information, and then she said she always has inside information. I guess this refers to her psychic omnipotence, at least in terms of all things city-wise. *Her* city, as she calls it. We talked about Furry Karl and the apparitions a bit. Carrcassonnee said that Bracket Jupiter will not be returning and that his avatar has been damaged. This came as something of a blow. We’ve not lost an original avatar since the decommissioning of Esbum Michigan probably 6 years back now. I asked her about why he still has a shadow and she said he was trapped in a netherword, but the forest will take care of him, and that there are many spirits in the forest; it has been collecting them over the years now. A “storehouse”, she called it. I queried her about trees being spirits and she said, of course. I asked her if Spongeberg would still be coming back. She paused, and then affirmed that he would return to Collagesity, but that his contract with me signed at Mystenopolis this past summer LINK was null and void. This interested me greatly. I asked if she was still in charge of the carrcasses. She said, check the name, meaning her name: Carrcassonnee. So I suppose that means she’s still in charge. I asked her if she minded me checking with Spongeberg about this fact and she said, go ahead. Later I theorized that if Collagesity hadn’t returned and I had chosen to stay on Nautilus Island that Spongeberg would still be in charge. I’ll have to say more about that later.
I have almost 250 more prims to play around with in Collagesity. The adjustments aren’t done yet, I don’t think. Carrcassonnee has hinted around that the “8×5” needs to be re-written and reordered to take into account the forest spirits. At least that’s what I think she’s implying with some of the things she’s saying. The connection between Collagesity and the forest remains vital through the only road in town, aligned with a strongly accented row of eucalyptus trees. I wondered if the woods could talk back to the city? To be made one.
—–
Spongeberg returns to the revamped Collagesity only to find out Carrcassonnee has taken the power spot he desired. “Darn those cursed numbers. Darn that Spider!”
He senses a weak spot here at Head-of-Stream. Can he manipulate it to his advantage?
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Carrcassonnee’s back…
… in the TILE Temple for now. In the new gazebo instead exists the ever bickering Newton and Jasper surrounding a conflicting map.
I’m not sure the situation will last, however.
New collages in the “World of Collage” gallery by Magritte…
… and Ernst.
The second twinned gazebo underneath the Kidd Tower has been deleted, also at Carrcassonnee’s insistence.
The Big E has returned to a virtual village.
Bracket Jupiter has expressed an interest in the town’s old railroad track, now partially covered by ground. A piece of it is exposed at the ne corner of the House of Truth.
Baker Bloch taking it all in from the top of the Boos gallery.
More of the track…
It’s obvious that the railroad formerly passed over Central Stream — if it was even around at the time — about the same place as the present foot bridge.
And of course it also passes through Gallery Jack and the museum still under construction.
—–
Carr.:
Two versions of Collagesity in Minoa. The railroad ran in the first. The second partially covers the constructions of the first. I am the knowledge of all things Carrcassonnee. Collagesity I meant there.
bb:
Of course. And you’ve moved back into your TILE Temple.
Carr.:
I’m just experimenting around. Like you are.
bb:
I’m exploring the collages of others online, Carrcassonnee. I’m expanding outwards now.
Carr.:
Good. Good to not be so self enclosed. Gives you perspective.
bb:
So Bracket Jupiter is working on the town history, huh.
Carr.:
I brought him back to do so. Corsica can wait. But he can also work on both at once. You must begin selecting photos for the museum.
—–
Furry Karl of the Hole in the Wall bar in the greater Collagesity metro area came a knock’n and so I left Carrcassonnee and Spider to deal with his many questions. I couldn’t help overhear a couple while I was leaving. Besides running the bar, he’s the caretaker of the TILE Tower (not to be confused with the TILE Temple) on the south side of the Rubi Forest, about a 1/2 sim west of Collagesity. He worries that his establishment, along with the tower, will be deleted if the real owner of the property ever comes back. Carrcassonnee was assuring him that he will always have a place in her village — villages, is the word she used, I believe. He also believes the forest to be haunted, and specifies a ghost named Sid or Syd.
I caught up with him when he was heading back home — I spied him from my perch on top of the Boos gallery at the time. We talked about the railroad going back. He said he remembered the sound more than anything. It would wake him up at night. “Now it’s so quiet,” he complains. “You can hear the woods too clearly.” I told him he should get a free subscription for the static channel, and he said he’d look into it. I told him my provider was Old Kentucky Shark. He wondered if that was the same as Shark or Old Shark or Old Kent, former owner of the railroad. I said I didn’t know about this. A new development. I’ll have to ask Carrcassonnee about it the next time we speak.
When I arrived at the bar with Furry Karl, Bracket Jupiter was there, doodling on some paper. I figured he came out here for the peace and quiet, to write his history or histories, I suppose. “Bracket!” I exclaimed, for it had been ages since I’d seen the tall, pale avatar. “Summoned back from the grave, I heard.” He vaguely waved and smiled at me, but did not speak, going back to his writing or doodling, it appeared to me. Furry Karl just shrugged. “You guys haven’t seen each other in a while,” he said, trying to break the ice. Bracket Jupiter simply faded from view with that. “See??” sputtered Furry Karl, trying not to panic. “The ghosts are back.”
Turns out Bracket Jupiter wasn’t scheduled to show up in person at Collagesity until the following week.
Ghost.
But a ghost with a shadow.
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Carrcassonnee Moved
Two new, identical gazebos have appeared in Collagesity, both at the same height and same latitude. One is turned north and one south. The one facing north is Carrcassonnee’s new home — she approves. It’s been wedged between the Boos gallery and Castle Jack — tight but nice fit. Her former home, the TILE Temple, has been derezzed for now. A 2 prim city filler takes its place on the western edge of town.
—–
Carr.:
Tight but nice. Good evening Baker B.
bb:
Good evening Carrcassonnee. So you like your new home?
Carr.:
Tight but nice. Yes. The other gazebo, the one facing the opposite way, what do you make of it?
bb:
Thanks for asking. Well, it props up or gives the appearance of propping up the Kidd Tower formerly just floating in the air.
Carr.:
Oh it’s attached already. To Collagesity Heights. That’s the same as Comparative Heights. But you decided to not go down that road.
bb:
… of interpretation, yes. You only have so much room, and the reader is taxed already.
Carr.:
No. You can write even another analysis if you wish. I have a special guest.
bb:
Oh?
Hucka! Look at you. (pause) But you have two different types of shoes on.
Carr.:
He cannot talk now. He is talking through me. Hucka has taken an oath of silence.
bb:
Really? For how long?
Carr.:
For however long it takes.
bb:
Humph. This true Hucka? (no answer) Just checking. Well, there’s no seat for Hucka.
Carr.:
Hucka will stand. I just wanted you to know that he’s okay and that he’s still helping me.
bb:
Well, you missed a heck of an interpretation session, Hucka D.
Carr.:
He knows.
bb:
I hate for him to just stand there. And all silent and all. When did all this silence begin? He’s a chatty guy, you know.
Carr.:
I can answer for him. It began with the move. We cannot speak to Hucka as much now. He has helped you through years and years of intermediate creation. Now you are at a race for the finish. He has done his job well. You have known each other now since 2008. That’s 26 years.
bb:
Well, no it isn’t. But I’ve… it’s felt like Hucka’s been around that long.
Carr.:
He was there at the beginning of the blogs. I was too. He is Blinkerton. You took down the Blinkertons in the town diner.
bb:
Yes, I did. I’ll have to read up on all that Blinkerton to Hucka D. [soul] transferral again real soon. I might take the beginning part of the [Baker Blinker] blog to the beach in a couple of days. Charleston, I mean.
Carr.:
Great town. I was bourne there. Originally was a deity to the pirate Bluebird [Bluebeard], who sailed the seas just off the coast of Molly Beach.
bb:
Um, okay. But you might mean Bluebeard there.
Carr. (booming):
NO.
bb:
Um…
(Hucka D. seems to mutter something very low and very quick)
bb:
I thought Hucka D. said something there, Carrcassonnee.
Carr. (not booming now):
No. He is truly mute. But sometimes thoughts come through. You were picking up his thoughts.
bb:
Hucka D. is pointing to that painting of St. Lemon of Troy, Carrcassonnee. He’s trying to say something.
Carr.:
He’s saying: Pay attention to Lemon.
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12/20/15 Notes
“Thought I’d come chat with you a bit tonight, Carrcassonnee. How’s it going?”
Carr.:
Good, good. I am pleased.
bb:
With the town?
Carr.:
Yes. And the collages. They make me warm. They warm the old bones and eye. Next you must move in [other] avatars. I hear Bracket Jupiter wishes to be resurrected again. Move him into his old apartment. Cousin Pinhead even rang me up last night wanting to return. Of course he can’t.
bb:
No. You have the eye now.
Carr.:
Exactly. I am not next to the forest but I cannot get up and move about to enjoy it. Not yet. So for now I am happy here in my temple. People can come see me. Send Bracket in when he manifests. How about that other one, the colorful one with the sleeky walk.
bb:
I can’t remember his name! Hold on…
—–
Of course: *Spongeberg*. How could I forget that.
Carr.:
I forgot it too! Do do!
bb:
You shouldn’t cuss like that, Carr. I’m recording all this for the blog.
Carr.:
My blog?
bb:
Um, let’s say yes. Yes, of course it’s your blog.
Carr.:
My city, my blog.
bb:
Of course. (pause) I’d like to find a book called the “8×5”.
Carr.:
I thought you already wrote it.
bb:
Well… in a way, I suppose. A more detailed book.
Carr.:
Doesn’t have to be thick. What you mean is that you’d like to re-examine the forest. Let’s take a look… let’s begin at the cannon. What did the cannon protect from? I’ll supply the pictures this time…
I’m going to fire it. Cover your ears!
bb:
It just gets stuck in that tree. I watched it all from my home, my Home Orange.
Carr.:
I heard your father Space Ghost is already back in town. He came to visit me night before last, actually, but I was sound asleep. The fire was out and he didn’t notice. Wait… I haven’t invented fire yet. Go examine the line of trees. That’s the important thing. That’s the beginning, now, of your “8×5”. My “8×5”. Because what’s yours is mine.
bb:
Okay. Yeah, dear old dad came to visit me the other night too. We sat and watched the static channel for a while. Dad complained that I should up my cable package to include real channels. I told him I like static.
Carr.:
Tennessee. And Kentucky. What else did Space Ghost say? Did he mention me? How did he get out of Sunklands? Did you really send him there to get him out of harm’s way so that you could cause the earthquake in the town and win the election for major?
bb:
Mayor.
Carr.:
You caused a landslide and then won by a landslide.
bb:
Yeah, it was just one of those coincidences. And then I died. Remember?
Carr.:
I brought you back (!). Nothing dies or even lives in my town without my approval. How about Karoz Blogger? Surely Karoz will return. But I see that he’s contributed 50 lindens to the town fund already.
bb:
Yeah, but I gave it to him. He just gave it back to me.
Carr.:
To *me.*
bb:
But let me go examine that line of trees now.
Carr.:
Sure.
bb:
While you’re waiting here’s a pic of me and old dad on the couch watching tv and chatting.
Actually he took that one himself. He respects canes now. Good thing I removed the busker Tom Wilmot from town.
Carr.:
That really his name? (adjusting) He is named that for real?
bb:
I don’t know. Maybe. Here’s my pictures. Or maybe its dad’s again.
Carr.:
That’s sweet. Reminds me when Perch and I use to date. Before I ate him.
bb:
Cool. Dad said he’s going to stick around, but then I can’t find him today. Maybe he wandered off into the woods.
Carr.:
He still has powers. He’s not quite like Spongeberg’s Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.
bb:
Um, that’s Spongebob.
Carr.:
Yeah. Yes. Yep.
—–
Baker Bloch finally gets away from chatty Carrcassonnee to examine the line of trees…
The fused tree. Interesting (still).
Right on the line.
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Boos & Collagesity
Boos gallery is now open (!).
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Minoa/48/100/103
New hi def Collagesity map:
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Boos Interpretation 25
(continued from)
The finish line is in sight and I don’t won’t to wander too far off the track at this point. The heart of the Tungaske town in “This Town Ain’t Big Enough” supplies a doorway into deeper dimensions. This goes beyond the Canadian hamlet itself by this point. In terms of Lisa Simpson or Lisa The Vegetarian, in order for the town to survive and thrive, she must make peace with those who are less advanced spiritually. The heavy meat-eaters of the town, the at least slightly homophobic ones, those that are more prone to violent aggression and just more backwards in general. All of these qualities could be embodied in her brother Bart, in kin with father Homer. As she did in the episode “Lisa The Simpson”, she must recall that the male part of the family has a defective gene which suppresses their progress. The female side is not affected. But as a true androgyny, able to transcend polarity to find true essence, true vision, she must apply it to a larger situation and embrace the male energy within herself and love it still. Only then can she ascend. Only then can the town be saved. The open doorway represents the possibilities of art itself. At the heart of it, Lisa is an artist and always will be. She is, moreover, a *heartist*.
So the question, “What is the ‘Big Book of Rust’?” must remain unanswered. It is several, maybe even a good number of books in one. It is “Winesburg, Ohio”, it is the history book for Tungaske, it is this collection of interpretation posts, even. That’s where we must leave it for now. The cabin with the Big Chimney must remain a heartfelt mystery.
Collage 30, a simpler work as stated, brings everything to a close. We return to historic Tungaske characters for this one, perhaps school chums or, otherwise, mates of some kind. To their left is a Bootle of Boos, which obviously doubles for alcohol. The Boos of the town, the hungry ghost spirits, have been bottled up/captured/rendered harmless. For now. Peter Gabriel appears to the right, head down. His body is that of Ray Davies, whose dismembered hand is placed in the inverted world making up the top of the collage. Is this the hand that unconsciously reaches for alcohol too early in the day? The rust colored sculpture seen on top of lake cliffs in “The Boos Brothers” returns to remind us of the feminine energy needed for completion. Perhaps the Boos Brothers did eat her there, render *her* harmless. Now the tide has turned. The Tungaske men of the past have a chance to live again in timelessness. But they must accept the female or all is lost.
And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of, by my count, the 30 collage works making up the Boos series and will come back for more down the road.
Filed under Canada/Tungaska, collages 2d
Boos Interpretation 24
(continued from)
Almost all of these elements find a match in the second half of the diptych, separately called “Enough”.
So, collectively, you combine “This Town Ain’t Big” with “Enough” to get the diptych “This Town Ain’t Big Enough.” Simple enough.
Instead of Sherwood Anderson’s tombstone, we find the author himself walking the streets of the village, hat in hand [12/18/15: as an aside here and in reference to the cabin directly behind him, an original name of Hayes’ Mouse Island was Hat Island]. He is also a match for Rutherford B. Hayes, since both famously lived in the same Ohio county of Sandusky. We find the remainder of the blue-green horsie in the sky to his left. One, perhaps two same sized dark horses from the original photo are in the street below it. The rest of Bart Simpson in outline appears on the flat part of the Tungaske tombstone, along with the middle part of sister Lisa. And the rest of Lisa can be found to the left. The siblings are hugging, just like they did in some of the works (example) from the similarly lengthed Gilatona-Lis collage series. And then we have the other half of “The Big Book of Rust” attached to Sherwood Anderson, with another small town author, Edward Swift, perched on top. Toy avatar Taum Sauk looks on once more.
So let’s take it all together again…
It’s clear now that Bart and Lisa also hug in the center of the diptych, one on each side. This is the uniting of the two parts, fusing “This Town Ain’t Big” with “Enough.” What is missing from one side is usually found in the other. Many images find balancing images on the opposite part. And with this in mind, I believe the cabin with the large chimney in “Enough” I forgot to mention before is meant to be a double to the pentagonal structure in “This Town Ain’t Big”, with the chimney represented by the projecting top of the latter.
So let’s go deeper into the picture. What is “The Big Book of Rust”? Is it the same as Anderson’s “Winesburg, Ohio”? Rutherford B. Hayes, besides appearing in a number of my collages prior to the Boos series, also has seen spot action as a fictional character in the Sunklands blog. There he’s, “the first US president to never be US president”, borrowing a line from Firesign Theatre’s “Everything You Know Is Wrong” album pertaining to Benjamin Franklin. But I go a little further to state that the presidency actually ended with him, and he took the country into an alternate reality about 1880 1874 where a triumvirate of people ruled instead (called the Sandusky Pact), or at least that’s how it started out. He is very diminutive in size (in contrast to reality), or about the same height as Hucka Doobie in “Comparative Heights”. He loves corndogs — here we think back to 12 Oz Mouse’s Fitz being guided by a homing corndog to Roostre that really jumps the show up into another level. And then there’s the crucial line in that show where Roostre later reveals to another character called Spider that he knows Booger Hayes. Booger is the same as Rutherford “Booger” Hayes in my derivative fiction [another aside: the maiden name of president Hayes’ wife “Lemonade Lucy” was *Webb*]. There are actually many other links we can bring in to support the verisimilitude of this Booger Hayes, like the fact that Hays County, Texas contains conjoined 1450′ Lone Man/Lone Woman peaks near its center (Roostrer is stated in the show to know the reasons behind the creation of dual sexed character Man/Woman, collaged into my “2 Fer 1 01”), and, moreover, a historic place named Rooster Springs *and* (formerly) a production company called Rooster Teeth most famous for creating the “Red vs. Blue” machinima series (in Buda).
These two Hays County “Roosters” apparently have nothing to do with each other. I would propose their strange entanglement points to 12 Oz Mouse’s Roostre instead.
I use to interact with a guy who dominated a former Yahoo board with his vast knowledge and stories about strange entanglements more commonly called synchronicities. He often drew “The Simpsons” into his woven tales; he was a big fan of the show. He lived in this Hays County at the time. We briefly discussed such map related synchroncities as his small hometown of Dripping Springs being first settled by a man named Fawcett, like a dripping or leaking faucet, then. We had some friction, and I regretted that later on. I distinctly remember him describing my first lengthy attempt at collage interpretation (Lime section of “Floydada”) as indecipherable. I’ve felt his spirit at times while working on various synchronicity related art and attached analyses since then. He died from an apparent heart attack in his Marble Falls home several years back.
And of course president Rutherford B. Hayes owned Lake Erie’s corndog shaped Mouse Island, which his 20 Century descendants drove darts (boats) into. Hayes’ Vice President was William Wheeler, seen in Boos collages 12 (and 14) trapped inside the black half of a yin-yang sphere. Hayes was essentially his boss, harking back to the images of Boss Moss (etc.) from early in the series.
Then there’s the cabin to deal with…
Mouse Island cabin, Lucy to right, R. B. to left.
LOST island cabin. Who’s in the chair now?
(continued in)
Filed under Canada/Tungaska, collages 2d
Boos Interpretation 23
(continued in)
Okay, so here we go. Final stretch (!). When turning around in our steps from the diptych “2 Fer 1” on the 4th and top floor of the Boos gallery, this is what we are confronted with on the opposite wall…
Another diptych as I’ve stated, and one called “This Town Ain’t Big Enough”. As with the preceeding collage and also several other in the series, the base is formed from antique photos of Tungaske, this time of the town’s main street taken sometime in the early 20th Century. Here’s a website that shows the used photos.
This is the base for the left side of the diptych, then…
… and here’s the one for the right hand side.
So in looking closer at each photo, you’ll notice that the same side of the main street of town is shown in each case, but looking from opposite directions. You can tell this for sure by the presence of a prominent sign for a hardware store in each. So this is a little different from a lot of my other collage diptychs in that the left side does not directly continue a single base photo into the right side (or visa versa). Instead we have mirrored images, which brings to mind this:
The two photos are roughly cued to each other by matching up the horizon lines, and then, more precisely, by a similar single white line running across the road in the foreground of each, probably marking a walkway — but two different ones, if so. Then the left photo is copied, reduced by 50 percent, and inserted between the two to help bridge them together. That’s our foundation.
What’s then overlaid on top of the foundation? The larger building in the center has been altered by the introduction of a Tungaske grave image here…
… namely the part of the upright monument seen in the photo. This becomes the bottom of the building, making it pentagonal shaped and perhaps hovering in the air a bit. Looking closer, you’ll notice that a smaller version of the same building appears to its immediate right, but otherwise unaltered. When composing the collage, I envisioned these as like two gunslingers of the old west in a standoff, with one perhaps exclaiming the cliche movie line: “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
So there’s the source of the title. As the collage evolved, this idea sort of fell into the background (literally), as new images appeared.
And we’ve visited the grave site before in the Boos series. It’s the same one with the rust colored book cemented to the top of the monument, unseen in the above photo. We first find it in “Goodwater Goodland 01” and then in “Goodwater Goodland 02” as well, but two different halves of the book. In the present work, we also find two halves of the same book, but this time split down the middle and not segmented. And just to complete this particular addition, we also have the flat part of the monument appearing on opposite sides of the diptych, or both the lower right and lower left hand corners.
Let’s deal with each side of the diptych separately for a bit. The left hand part is individually called “This Town Ain’t Big”, primarily referring to the diminutive size of Tungaske now.
The base photo presents a gathering of horse drawn wagons. Is some kind of race in progress down the streets of the village? Anyway, more a couple more horses have been added in now, seeming to emerge from the bulging suit coat of Rutherford B. Hayes, our 19th president and who served from 1877 to 1881. They, and the horses behind them in the collage, seem to be heading toward the Tungaske tombstone, but with a smaller, more irregular monument taking the place of the original upright one. This becomes the grave of “Winesburg, Ohio” author Sherwood Anderson.
Blue-green horsey legs appear to its right, and from the same horse we find in both sides of “2 Fer 1” just examined. We find more blue-green tinted legs in outline form in the lower left corner. These are of Bart Simpson, rambunctious brother of Lisa in “The Simpsons”. And you can see the outline of the top of his yellow head just below the pentagonal building above him. The middle part of the body is missing.
In the air directly above Hayes is found the right side of the Tungaske cemetery book, which is also the archetypal “Big Book of Rust”.
(to be continued)
Filed under Canada/Tungaska, collages 2d
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