NEWS

02-26-2010

i now have in my possession the long-awaited chapbook zines of french-canadian comic artist olivier bhérer-vidal that i translated into english from the french.

when i say translated, what i mean is that, in most instances, i simply used the drawings plus a broad understanding of the overall events that took place, and wrote an english version. i do not speak nor do i understand french very well. these are what olivier calls "free interpretation."



there are two main chapbooks. the yellow one is called 49 days of Finland and is about just that. it is a sort of travelogue. there are drawings and text on each page. the text is in both english and finnish. it is 28 pages and sewn stitched with red thread.

the gray chapbook is called the stem of it and is about some sort of event that took place upon returning home to quebec city from abroad. there are drawings and text on each of the 29 pages. it is sewn stitched with red thread.

both stories are funny and interesting. the drawings are great. my mom and dad really enjoyed them both. my mom laughed at the part involving someone fighting the need to urinate and the desire to sneak some blueberries from the basket while out picking them, and my dad stared at the drawings for a really long time asking, "how does he do that?"

a handful of copies of each chapbook are for sale. please contact me at matthewsavoca @ gmail.com if you would like to buy one

photo of the stem of it:

photo of 49 days of finland:

photographs

02-10-10

i made a russian snowman and named him Mikhail Matveyev

photographs, poems

02-01-10

i took some pictures. i call them "pictures of stuff taken when i didn't know what else to do"





also, some little poems:

poem

it's snowing a little bit

through the window

my computer screen

is whiter than that

whiter than a fleece

of snow

whiter than the white parts

of people's eyeballs

facing the snow that falls

like a stack of blank

computer paper

an entire foot all at once

poem

right now sitting on the carpet

i let the world do whatever it wants

my legs extended, the floor creaks

i don't mind if nothing happens,

and i have blankets

poem

if i sit here long enough

something is bound to happen

maybe i should figure out what i want

the japanese eat all that tuna

and someone combs their hair really straight

they have trouble growing beards

whether they want to or not

the sky is pretty low today

compared to yesterday

yesterday seemed different

one house on my street

was built to face the sun

and here i am