I am a Printmaker (old school: Etching, Mezzotint, Woodcut etc.) as well as a digital printmaker. I also write poetry… I have a disc of spoken word called The Green Antelope, and 3 chapbooks of poetry: Ghost of a Rough Draft; The Beginning of Everything amd When All Your Sins Are Mine And Everything Beautuiful Is Made By Machines. I live on a beautiful island off the coast of Washington State. I run a private printmaking studio there: Studio7.
I have had shows in various places in the USA, Europe, and Asia.
I am in the process of writing a book and catalogue of my printmaking and life in art.
Imagination precedes all events…

“You need an infinite stretch of time ahead of
you to start to think, infinite energy to make
the smallest decision. The world is getting denser.
The immense number of useless projects is bewildering.
Too many things have to be put in to balance up
an uncertain scale. You can’t disappear
anymore. You die in a state of total indecision."
-Jean Baudrillard

Check out my ARTBOOKS:

Homeric Sketches – Monoprints by Anthony DiMichele

In the Dark: the Art of Anthony DiMichele – Vol. 1

Illuminations: the Art of Anthony DiMichele – Vol. 2

My latest POETRY BOOK:
Densities

ALSO CHECK OUT MY BUBBLE SITE: http://antoniozart.redbubble.com/works
www.gallerymezzotint.com

  • Joined: February 2009

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Winter~ American Camp SJI by Anthony DiMichele

sky

There was a peacock in an airplane today / and another in line at the post office heading home / on the over-night flight / a mad tromboni…
The Shack on the Way Out of Town by Anthony DiMichele

Monument

the dead are buried out back / away from the hotels and stores / in the woods there is a monument / in disrepair / * / even one’s rag…

fizzies

the obese professor of Stoicism slouches in a classroom chair / half his size / when he speaks his fat melts away / without a trace / or bl…

into silence

this machine in the blood the unbiased calm reflection of the rain / on the lumber stacks / a rare gift seldom woefully passionate with the…

idle after the ritual

the world is none of our business / even our monuments focus on us / not it / gravity will soon turn black / and full of holes / bad chees…

8 feet high

all you will see is my dust, man! / you could taste the speed and ardor / thick as burning rubber / another fond moment of imbecility / nu…

on deck

always on deck / waiting for the storm / of wonder / full of creatures unimagined by the mob / whose eyes wear troughs in cement / sidewalk…

Ode to the Shower

the rain box where we preen / and rinse all the chemicals and filth / from our skin and crevices / we are so insane / put it in a painting …

Inter-Island

the crow was resting on a limb of the tree in front of me / midway between me and the crater behind him / piled high with the rubble of n…

Drink

it seems like a dream now / that child-like wonder / the bitter wisdom of disillusionment / the smile that holds all life’s turmoil /…
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