Date

2017

Edition Size

unique

Media

Collage, Collagraph, Digital print, Ink, Monoprint, Photo, Rubbing

Paper

Fujiflex, Hodamura, Moab paper, Rives BFK

Binding

Cloth case

Dimensions

22 × 12.5 × 0.25 in

Location

Brooklyn, NY

Collection

$ 3,400.00

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The Dark is an image/text poem collage by Marshall Weber.

This book is constructed with archival Arches Rives BFK, Fujiflex, Hodamura, and Moab paper and an X-ray from an unknown source; the pages are alternate sizes and mounted in various manners with two large gatefolds that provide alternative viewing formats for the book.

The book’s covers feature photographs by Tim Page, the front cover documenting a photograph from an Australian weapon buyback program in 1996, the back cover photo was taken in Vietnam in 1968.

The image of the occult baptism was drawn by Isabelle Weber in 2008, and inkjet printed by John Martin in 2010.
The collagraph portrait of Marshall Weber as the poet is by Allyson Mellberg and was printed in 2002.
The other images are wax rubbings and mono-prints and drawings by Marshall Weber, created from 2014-2016.
The first black and white cocoon-submarine image is a sumi ink mono-print printed from the last red, yellow, and black cocoon-submarine image which is a wax rubbing taken from a plaque of the Empire State building on 42nd Street in Manhattan, NY near Grand Central Station.

The man in the wheelchair is Sheikh Ahmed Ismail Hassan Yassin (1937 – 22 March 2004, (Arabic: الشيخ أحمد إسماعيل حسن ياسين‎ ash-shaykh Aḥmad Ismāʻīl Ḥasan Yāsīn), a Palestinian imam and politician. He was a founder and spiritual leader of Hamas, a Palestinian political party and liberation militia. He was the victim of an extrajudicial assassination by Israeli Defence Forces using a Boeing manufactured Apache Helicopter and a Northrop Grumman manufactured AGM-114L Longbow Hellfire missile.

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The Dark

I
am
still
falling,

always crashing
in the same car.*

You think the dark is something
that happens when the sun goes down.

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* This line (though a popular aphorism) is specifically borrowed from the David Bowie song of the same name from his “Low” album released in 1977.