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SOULPRINTS started as a lark one day ago when I became bored waiting for my son Art to complete his business day and go out to dinner. Art always had the latest high tech equipment in his office which included on this day, a brand new state-of-the- art copier that began to draw me to it like the proverbial flame. Rick Furneisen, an old friend from my Woodstock days, was with me at the time and we quickly decided to irritate Art into calling it a day by putting our faces on the copier and having at it. The results however, were so eerie and so revealing that I soon forgot about Art because the prints came out looking like little Shrouds of Turin if you know what I mean.