Michael Andrews Arts

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

The Place Where I Will Die

Artist Book

 

 


 

All Editions

The Sierra National Forest just outside the Southeast corner of Yosemite, about 25 to 35 miles Northeast of Bass Lake. A single man's lifetime, a family history from ca 1920 to 2012, the forest from wilderness to farm: portraits, forest, stones, lakes, flowers, landscapes, streams, characters.


13x19Edition

82, 13x19 inch pages on 100% rag, archival paper & 48 pigment prints, sewn or loose leaf in linen binding with cover image in recessed window. The standard slipcase is made of various woods: Pine, Fir, Redwood, Cedar, or Poplar. For an additional $100.00 Oak, Mahogany or Maple may be ordered. For an additional $150.00 Rosewood, Teak, Walnut, Cherry, Padouk or Cocobolo may be ordered.
The window is clear lucite.
The Place is the first book I printed digitally. As such it is a severely reduced version designed before the advent of coated double-sided paper, meaning that the images fall on the coated side and the text on the uncoated side. The text is limited to the short, aphoristic type of poem that would appeal to a wider audience.


11x15 Edition

384, 11x15 inch pages on 100% rag, archival paper, with 213 poems, plus 940 illumination images & 736 pigment prints. The text is sewn and the prints are loose leaf in 6 separate volumes each of which has digitally printed canvas covers. Each one is contained in a hardwood slipcase. This is the completed version (to date), a masterwork that took over two years and $10,000.00 to create.

20x24 Edition

128, 20x24 inch pages on 100% rag archival paper, with 32 poems, plus 161 illumination images & 30 pigment prints. The text sheets of 4 pages each wrap a single print. The prints are otherwise loose leaf in a single volume or portfolio case. This is a selected version with larger prints from the 11x15 edition.

PRINTS

Individual prints are available in various sizes. Limited to 7 copies.


Photographs


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Poetry

Gravestones
Near Graveyard


Stumps only,
the gravestones
of sequoias.

Seeing this great life
only a man
could cut it down.

When the stars
have forgotten
our names

who will plant flowers
on our graves
when there are no trees
to weep for us.