I may have to take this down but here for now is a sequence of 3 images pertaining to my interest in the artist Kara Maria.
I ran into her the other day, in SF, and was able to get her to turn a relatively valueless 1964 Topps baseball card (#336, *ndre R*dgers, Chica go Cubs, SS from Nassau Bahamas pajamas) into a work of art : she made four little marks, an ideogram for “paw” but in our little world or moment a fake insignia for the “Cubs”.
(But I believe I said I would keep it for personal use — as a coaster or to turn my bike into a fake motorcycle — and would not sell it online or even publish it…)
The second one is 1975 of the Astros’ Howard. I drew on black glasses and a picture on his right sleeve of his heart but shaped like my a**hole.
The third one is a randomly generated image found in cyber space of a human eye. I added the squiggly line.
“Digir-digir” besides being a typographical error of the word we use for fingering our 1’s and 0’s (O’s???), is an ancient Sumerian cunieform for “God” or “Sky” or sometimes “a**”.
(Compared to “#@*^” read “pound at star pointy thingy” which is Mort Walker Beetle Bailey grawlix materi*l — it’s weird to think that spelled that way it’s Oedipal).
So in this context “Digir” could be read “Dig her”.
bw
”Dig them”, rather: Kathryn Kain / Kara Maria collaboration coming soon:
And1: the word “digir” is sometimes spilled “dingir” which reminds me of the word “dinger” which is baseball jargon for “home run”. The symbol looks like three little trumpets intersecting.
andand: makes me think of Frank Lobdell
Hi Mark,
Very nice post, thank you. But I beg to amend your comment about running into Kara in SF, you make it sound random. Rather mention you saw her at my, studio, at my invitation where we were collaborating on this recent project. It would be awesome if you could come to our event.
Editor: thanks, Kathryn: poetic license, humble-brag. I didn’t want to sound so blessed.