Luther Price
1962 - 2020Warm Broth
Luther Price
Everything will be ok, just close your eyes little thing go to sleep little fuck feel my hand on your warm forehead It's cold isn't it? Ice cold. Dream of something real sweet for mommy Mommy likes sweet things Dream of a merry-go-round and cotton candy Mommy's hand got all warm resting on your tiny head See, look at mommy's hand It got all warm now You're running a slight fever Mommy will get you some water And you're running a slight fever Little fuck don't have to go to school tomorrow but no playing in the yard Someone could see you And I'll be an unfit mommy You'll have to stay in all day but now, dream of the prettiest flower for mommy I'll make you oatmeal first thing And you could tell me the color of the - prettiest flower.
Warm Broth
Run
Luther Price
Woke up walking alone from a dream toward a translucent sky a run day ... The edge electric against infinity revealed everything it was the moment before I was born the moment before I died I was pressed between glass I could see myself walking past I could see my eye looking at my eye I was standing someplace far away looking at myself pressed between glass I looked like I was moving but it was more like the way a worm pushes into itself to get to wherever it goes I could slip through those spaces and rest for awhile then distribute everything I am and all that I was but I panicked I continued to push my body into itself I woke pressed between glass I thought I was walking I saw myself walking I could see my eye looking at my eye and the place where I died when I was born
Run
Inkblot #9: At Twilight
Luther Price
"…..At one point, 6 years ago……..I felt I had become very resolved with things in my life and had reached a contemporary state…………….But that was the problem……I found a resolution…………and defined a cycle……….of issues…………..but then I felt so lonely…………and quite empty………..The things eating at me were now resolved……………and I was left with a big blank empty unknown…………………….In my gut…….I felt I needed to move on……………….So I dove into a more abstract world of decomposing film by rotting it in my garden…………and thinking about color to roll out my Inkblot films to drive myself into a visceral beautiful turbulent place…………………That visceral….turbulent place……….turned out to be more than I expected………." - Luther Price
Inkblot #9: At Twilight
Pop Takes
Luther Price
With Pop Takes, Luther Price transforms a terrific thrift-store find into a reflexive Warholian catwalk upon which twirling women and jaunty men sashay with decadent, late-seventies zeal, the film's coarse optical sound and images in negative creating a strange dissonance with the poppy polka-dotted scene.
Pop Takes
Singing Biscotts
Luther Price
Price’s film series titled Biscuits is a re-edit of segments of found footage from many identical prints of 16mm film that date from the 1970s and that contain a documentary about a Boston-area nursing home. In Singing Biscuits, Price focuses on the faces of choir members as they sing gospel to an unseen audience. The repetitions and stutters created by Price through his masterful editing place emphasis on the existential intensity of the film's subjects.
Singing Biscotts
Suffering Biscuits
Luther Price
Price created his “Biscotts/Biscuits” series by re-editing the same bits of footage from 13 prints of a 1970s documentary about a nursing home. The film itself is aged, worn and faded, doubling the existential intensity of its subject, while his use of multiple copies generates a brutal Musique concrète through variation and repetition.
Suffering Biscuits
Nice Biscotts #2
Luther Price
Price created his “Biscotts/Biscuits” series by re-editing the same bits of footage from 13 prints of a 1970s documentary about a nursing home. The film itself is aged, worn and faded, doubling the existential intensity of its subject, while his use of multiple copies generates a brutal Musique concrète through variation and repetition.
Nice Biscotts #2
The Biscuit Day
Luther Price
Price created his “Biscotts/Biscuits” series by re-editing the same bits of footage from 13 prints of a 1970s documentary about a nursing home. The film itself is aged, worn and faded, doubling the existential intensity of its subject, while his use of multiple copies generates a brutal Musique concrète through variation and repetition.
The Biscuit Day