J.W. Burleson photo / Boquillas del Carmen, Coah.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Michael Moore, Auto Bios



Auto Bios

"I don’t know how it all started, probably around the time “Blood on the Tracks” came out, but for some reason, having discovered drawing from photographs and then tracing from slides in pencil to subsequently “color in” in pen and ink, I had the idea of documenting my life in cars.  Or the cars in my life up to that time, or something; not “interrogate”, just record, with random reminiscence. That was about 1973 and I probably started with what I was driving at the time, which would have been a’60 Chevy shortbed, my first pickup, then worked backwards to the pre-slide era, crudely approximating the ’41 Dodge that saw me through my last years at Stanford, and “Xylo Intimides”, the VW cabriolet that I had there through my first years  in some debauch and several non-fatal [obviously] crashes.  By the time I arrived at my first automobile, a 1938 Chevy bought for $35 from an ad in the La Canada “Valley Sun” in 1958, and was looking, in that pre-internet age, for an image I found one parked in front of our house on Carl Street, so took a slide, which solved the problem nicely.  It was a coupe [mine had been a two door sedan] but the front views were identical.  The series continued sporadically until 1978 when life intervened, becoming considerably less predictable; when I returned to drawing several years later I mainly only drew in books and didn’t return to the Auto Biographies until restoration work in the wake of the Loma Prieta Earthquake of 1989 precluded daytime studio work, so I took it up as an evening endeavor and in the subsequent 23 panels caught up twelve years to end just after my father’s death in the spring of 1990.
 "Another long hiatus ensued, though not without several narrative series concerning Explorations, The Dream of a Home in the West, and, in late 2001, Politics.  I kept cheap reproductions of these or, in the case of the Dream of the Home, copied all fifteen pages by hand for myself and additionally created from memory a narrative of everywhere I’d ever lived as well as certain other non-narrative binges of drawings, abstract, imagined or in one case using digital images sent by my son while he was visiting Afghanistan with the 82nd Airborne.
 "The Auto Bios remained on my mind, but I did nothing about them until the opportunity of an exhibition to explore the buildings and life behind my wife’s and my artworks; I’d recently seen a show on the history of our local arts organization in Benicia which used a timeline around the gallery to great effect and thought maybe I could use the Auto Bios in a similar vein for ours…having forgotten of course that by now they were over twenty years in arrears and that many different concerns had arisen in the interim which might complicate such an effort.
"Nonetheless, in December of 2012 I began digging into my archives [slides and journals where applicable] and decided to bring them as close to the present for the show as possible, using a format similar to where I’d left off in 1990, although by now the stories expanded well beyond vehicles [had already] to include house and studio building, dogs, life, death, other works and humans as well. 
 The writing, “text as texture”, is an uncorrected [uncorrectable, really] stream of consciousness first draft that ambles along prompted by, for the most part, images in my much-edited library of slides.  Although at first I began, I think, with the images, and built the words around them to fit, by the end of the first thirteen images [1958 – 78, done 1973 – 78] the images had become embedded in the narrative.  The circumstances of production varied, too; for the first thirteen, in the seventies, all the work was done at night with few interruptions, and mostly stoned, high above Carl Street in the Inner Sunset of San Francisco..  After the earthquake I worked nightly in my Guerrero Street studio in the Mission, unstoned but pretty much uninterrupted.
 "The most recent emanation, twenty-three years in fifty-three pages, was accomplished between December 2012 and May 2013, beginning with that major research/organizational /mapping effort to unearth materials and recover memories.  I found I was able to review slides and do the sketches as potential illustrations came up in the text, carrying on by daylight with the writing though inkings the drawings could only be done in darkness.  By the end the slide record became extremely minimal, impacting both recoverable memory and available imagery, so beyond 2011 I relied on digital pictorial files, at times converting likely subjects to transparencies for drawing.  As most of the writing was done by day in my Benicia street-front studio, it was subject to the interruptions of deliveries, mail, and a procession of idiots ringing doorbells for no reason, so the storyline progresses by fits and starts, dipping in and out of lists, digressions, loopy detours, rants and etc….and probably scans accordingly. 
Nonetheless, I was surprised and gratified to reach the present day, for whatever it’s worth.
 "To be continued…”
                              --MSM
Linda Fleming's and Michael Moore's show, Making Places opens at the Center for Contemporary Art in Santa Fe July 12.  




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