The Valley under the Moon // James Lewis Tucker

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The Valley under the Moon // James Lewis Tucker

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Inspired by Frank Standford's 1977 poem the battlefield where the moon says I love you, James tries to capture the dream landscape Frank writes about. They both rely on the humanistic relationships of the contemporary American life strewn with the ageless notions of the land in which we all live, interact, and ultimately surrender to. 

"tonight the gars on the trees are swords in the hands of knights
the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind
is I am waving goodbye to the casket of my first mammy
well that black cadillac drove right up to your front door
and the chauffeur was death
he knocked on the screen he said come on woman let’s take a ride
he didn’t even give you time to spit he didn’t even let you
take the iron out of your hair
you said his fingernails was made of watermoccasin bones
and his teeth was hollow he was a eggsucker
you said he reached up under your dress and got the nation sack
you said the conjure didn’t work he didn’t smell the salt in your shoes
you said he came looking for you and you hid out in the house you waited
for him with a butcher knife you asked him why not
let the good times roll
you wasn’t studying about kicking no bucket
his tongue was a rattlesnake those sunglasses death wore
I was talking to the pew of deacons they had white gloves on
a midget collected ears on a piece of bob wire
the black dog lifted his leg on the hubcap
the wagon load of boots and banners was dumped in the bayou
the chain gang drowned together in the flood
the disguised butterfly
the quivering masts when the hero returns."

12”x18”

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Frames are low profile matte white aluminum with standard glass.  

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