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     All things being equal, which they are not, never have been nor
  never will be, I would propose here that at or close to the top of a long list
  of things that are really very very hard to do, “NOT THINKING” is right 
up there.

                                                        How would that feel? What would it look like?
                                                               Bonus 5 points on your grade - who says?;
                                                               “Consciousness is a disease” 
                                                               I was allowed by about age 12 to ride the                                                                           subway unescorted.
                                                               In this 50 year interval, there has become for 

                                                              me an affection for the blank billboards on                                                                        the train platforms, prepared by scraping with a
                                                             plastering tool so to remove layers of old ads in                                                               readiness for new. Nowadays, video screens no                                                               doubt provide way higher revenues for the MTA 

                                                                     so if you're hunting for scrapes, the 

                                                            outer borough local stops is where the hunting                                                                is best.

Out in one hour commute land, the old

wallpaper technique is still the fashion.
Sometimes if my train is delayed, I'll stroll

the platform end to end, half looking for a

scrape and half just ad shopping. Ads for

investment strategies and ads for aps and

cultural institutions and a cornucopia of
droll ads for 

changeo fictions in all mediums venues and


Long leg women and ruthless men, heads
turned contrary to shoulders and all competing for the most vapid stare.
Muscular men clutch spectacle women sporting vanishing point cleavage.

“A New Original Series” the sign says. But if I can gaze into a thing of no composition or design, no symmetry or sentiment, no memory or proposition, might I too, for a moment out of time, cease to think.

                                                                                        There is film footage of Jackson                                                                                           Pollock in his barn on Long Island,
                                                                                       painting on a large canvas on the                                                                                         floor. Sometimes he is outside   

                                                                                       but the canvas is on the ground                                                                                           or floor. Movin' an'a groovin' 

                                                                                       around the canvases, sometimes  

                                                                                       he steps upon them. Here is Mr.                                                                                           Abstract.
  “My three year old can do that”                                                                                         or “My cat can do that”. Of course  

                                                                                       that is not true and I delight in                                                                                               Pollock and will defend him ever

  and always. And I don't think he is all that abstract, whatever that means.
 While we're here, let's stroll over to Mr. Dictionary and check out this
 “abstract” biz. It has a range of meanings. I wont present them all. Let's
 stick with the adjectives. Opinions are like adjectives.
 What did Mark Twain say about adjectives? 
Abstract -

                                                                           *Disassociated from any specific

                                                                             instance or material object
                                                                           * Not concrete

                                                                           *Design or form that is not

                                                                            representational Huh, very interesting.                                                                                So I've seen a few Pollocks in my day.                                                                                     They're all different and a 

                                                                            little bit similar. Early Pollocks showed 

                                                                             some imagery but I'm not talking                                                                                         about those – I mean Pollock Pollocks.
                                                                              He painted them and they're his – like                                                                                big signatures. They have design
and repetition. He choose the colors and the means of application.

He made choices in his execution. Yes, no representation, yes, no narrative but where there is mind and a hand one may find intention and design.
That's okay. I love that stuff. Many – not all - of those guys are great
and their work should be taken seriously. Back to scrapes now;
Yes, they were produced by a hand connected to a mind but the intention
was to remove old ads, in a sense, destruction. Shapes, colors, the
occasional appearance of image and a touch of graffiti...all perfectly
random, undetermined.
Not designed,

of no mind and, the collision of many
disparate minds negating the intention

of the other minds. And here is the best

part; someone will in a short space

of time be coming by with a new bundle

of ads and a roller and a squeegee and
some oatmeal glue and poof !,

the scrape is gone. To be born again.
Later, maybe. Primavera.
They must be organic – they exist in



     These scrapes we show you here

were found on the E-F-M-R line
in Queens. If you find scrapes on your

routes and see their charm, well, take a

picture and we will post it. It stands to

reason that these would occur on roadside billboards as well and dontcha know we would love to see that. A great big one. Dig it!


photo by:

  Jessica lazala

photo by:

            Jessica lazala

photo by:

Jessica lazala

photo by:

            Jessica lazala


Jessica lazala

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