I found an old tobacco "Movie Star" card in a Brooklyn Flea Market with Snub Pollard on it. What a face! What a mustache! I started carrying it around in my wallet, behind my ID.
I didn't know anything about Snub at the time and he became a bit of an obsession; where did he come from? Did he curse a lot? Did he hop trains or toss pennies to the beggars? Did he ever walk down 42nd St? This preoccupation turned into an art project when I started putting words in his mouth. In a couple weeks I'd written Snub Pollard's Autobiography, which is essentially a picture book.
The book explores the psyche of a man from the inside out and in the loosest possible terms -- mostly images and non-sequitors. The result is what I consider a quilt of frozen moments, some life-defining and others completely unremarkable, woven together in an effort to resurrect the memory of one of hollywood's most successful silent comics. Someone who, to me, epitomizes the idea that a famous life disappears from memory twenty or thirty seconds later than an obscure one.
Inevitably I did pick up some concrete information about Snub in the course of the project and I incorporated those things into the work. If you've ever seen Singing In The Rain, when the title song ends, Gene Kelly hands his umbrella to an aged Snub Pollard - Snub didn't have a single line and was uncredited in the film but his strut is unmistakable.
The book is $4.00 on Etsy but I'll send you a free copy if you ask graciously. Here is a passage from it and an illustration:
Nightclubbing controversy designed to an altar cloth. Following his move and developing an anthology of annual cash. Colloquially hunted for her fur, males being larger than females, the digits developed in the red label bourbon but mother nature syndicates her calendars. I don't want to see any flies into the sink below the law. Open along the edge of the isthmus. A sealer can enhance colors taking the show precast selection reclaiming handsome in her effervescence.
Such is a mother's wig print hours infused with primer and electric wood burning paternity.
I didn't know anything about Snub at the time and he became a bit of an obsession; where did he come from? Did he curse a lot? Did he hop trains or toss pennies to the beggars? Did he ever walk down 42nd St? This preoccupation turned into an art project when I started putting words in his mouth. In a couple weeks I'd written Snub Pollard's Autobiography, which is essentially a picture book.
The book explores the psyche of a man from the inside out and in the loosest possible terms -- mostly images and non-sequitors. The result is what I consider a quilt of frozen moments, some life-defining and others completely unremarkable, woven together in an effort to resurrect the memory of one of hollywood's most successful silent comics. Someone who, to me, epitomizes the idea that a famous life disappears from memory twenty or thirty seconds later than an obscure one.
Inevitably I did pick up some concrete information about Snub in the course of the project and I incorporated those things into the work. If you've ever seen Singing In The Rain, when the title song ends, Gene Kelly hands his umbrella to an aged Snub Pollard - Snub didn't have a single line and was uncredited in the film but his strut is unmistakable.
The book is $4.00 on Etsy but I'll send you a free copy if you ask graciously. Here is a passage from it and an illustration:
Nightclubbing controversy designed to an altar cloth. Following his move and developing an anthology of annual cash. Colloquially hunted for her fur, males being larger than females, the digits developed in the red label bourbon but mother nature syndicates her calendars. I don't want to see any flies into the sink below the law. Open along the edge of the isthmus. A sealer can enhance colors taking the show precast selection reclaiming handsome in her effervescence.
Such is a mother's wig print hours infused with primer and electric wood burning paternity.