Michael Andrews Arts

See Announcements for details on publication of Archilochus poems in Arion Magazine.

Child

Artist Book

 Children as I found them from around the world, 1949 to 2000.
"Children don't ask the wrong questions."

 


Editions

11x14: Major Project Edition 56 11x14 inch pages of text using Carollus Roman and Centaur typefaces, integrated with 24 photographic elements and printed on 190 gram, a natural, 100% rag, archival paper. There are a total of 10 separate photographic pigment prints printed on 300 gram paper. Each print is numbered and signed by the author. Limited to 17 copies. The edition is loose leaf in linen binding with the cover image in a recessed window. The standard slipcase is made of lucite. For an additional $200.00 pine, fir, redwood, cedar or poplar is available. For an additional $250.00 oak, mahogany or maple may be ordered. For an additional $300.00 rosewood, teak, walnut, cherry, padouk or cocobolo may be ordered. Individual prints are available in various sizes.

4x5: Small Book Edition First Printed 2003. 56 4x5 inch pages of text using Carollus Roman and Centaur typefaces, integrated with 24 photographic elements and printed on 190 gram, a natural, 100% rag, archival paper. There are a total of 10 separate photographic pigment prints printed on 300 gram paper. Each print is numbered and signed by the author. Limited to 97 copies. The edition is loose leaf in linen binding with the cover image in a recessed window. The standard slipcase is made of lucite.




Photographs


                                                                                                       

Poetry

Children, Plaza De Armas
Cusco


The sun rolls over the mountain.
The park bench turns to ice.
It's Sunday.
I am the only one left
except for Jesus up on the hill.

The flies are gone.
The beggars are gone.
Even the shoeshine boys have left me alone.

Tomorrow I am going to Machu Picchu
looking for the same old answers.
But they're the wrong questions and it's the wrong place
and what do stones and mountains know anyway.

A bunch of children come into the plaza.
I am the only toy in sight.

They stand in a circle and watch me write
until they can't stand it anymore—
Senor, in Ingles, que dice?

In English this is a pen
this is paper
this is a watch

and what you have just tugged on is a beard.

They are laughing like the sun never sets
like there are no dead civilizations
like there is no cement Jesus.
Children don't ask the wrong questions.

This is a jacket.
This is my ear.
This is a love poem.
I am giving it to you.