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  Jeff Hull Jr.'s firm went public on Nasdaq - and I'm guessing this sign is in Old Times Sq. Wouldn't Jeff be gassed to see his art on the big board. Hard to make out but he is holding his grand daughter. Jeff Hull did this. I will always be in thrall of his boundless creativity. Don't know if he picked it up from record or what. but sometimes he' say. Keep your hand on the plow. In other words, keep going!

Below Jeff is with Bob Ganong, artist and friend. Jeff had created a paper Mache squid for the Daily Catch restaurant - they'd surreptitiously conveyed his paintings to his Bromfield Gallery opening, during the '78 Blizzard martial law.  And Jeff paid back with squid to hang on their wall. Several of us carried it down Hanover St., as in a Madi Gras parade, one March morning It is possible to see a poem I wrote on the event attached - it recalls a man, encountering sea urchins for sale in baskets on the street.  Squid Day how long I aint seen these  - like this I used to eat -  sea urchins on Hanover Street. -Jack Vaughan

Jeff Hull was always tremendously creative. I am missing him now * – this week after he passed away. When you went to his studio (really, if you just ran into him in the street, too) he was always full of doing something new. I am remembering he did a series of what I took to be kinetic black ink drawings – The black ink drawings, to me they seemed to move. They hung across his loft ceiling rafters, a loft full of color and work. So, a few moons ago, inspired, Jacob and I took pictures, put them into a video editor, and added some music by John Cale and Terry Reilly. My brother Mike helped me retrieve this video from the blogspot object heap. Now it is on Youtube. Jeff always was about ‘make it new’ – something of him I would like to carry forward in my heart. -J.V. As the bible says: Sing to the lord a new song. For this and a compilation of Jeff Hull material on Moon Traveller, click here . * Missing: The Giant Squid event, Titanic Transmissions, the Atlantic Monthl...

This is one of those things. It was a long form monograph done over several weeks in discussion with Jeff Hull. It was posted as a PDF to Netcom site I guess in 2008 or so, and so went missing. I found a manuscript version, which I am posting here. There is much I would dearly like to change, and maybe I will. (Truth be told, I am in a bit of a health funk in Feb 2017, and less gets done.) Actually did scrub out the original ending. Doing this for the record. Jeff Hull died last Monday night at the age of about 64. He was a true pal, and we had some tremendous times together. Am putting together a Hull page on the site here. More to come.- Jack Vaughan Walk the streets of a village within the city and hear the children singing The Ship Went Down, The Ship Went Down. A folk song. . .it will stick. Tells a story like the blues. The picture of the ship, its radio transmitting. It was always there. Titanic. Dit-dit-da-dit-dit dashes, arc sparks portending. Like an image from Jeff Hull...

Ode on Jeff Hull Northeastern Installation   I be in my car in the morning going to work I be in my car in the morning going to work when i should chance upon a great installation of art. I went down the old avenue. Up where the Red Sox used to play. When Cy Young was the all-star. And Roosevelt was the dominating blade. I'd drive by drive by dirive by. And my eyes would start to play So I am sending you a big telegram in a rosy bygone song  Within a perished kaleidoscope upon old Nessie's tail. Seeing a: Spinning rock wheel in Navajo Abyss; Blue Notes dripping from a Skinny Guitar Being of Plasma; Capt America – Serialized – Stigmaticized – Blooped and –Shim Sham Shimmicized; Paisley Hulk rising dour in a cascade of loggerheads on Phoam beyond the Date of Expiration: Night hawk eye eyeing confetti prey; Amoebas Osmosing Amber, Fluffy marshmellow man on fi-o; Dirigibles colliding with ferris wheels in Eiffel's vortex...

Artist Jeff Hull's work on display: A tremendous effect, collected from a trove amassed over a periods of years. Here is a casual collection of spontaneous drawings that are part of a larger process  Never before such large drawings in such concentrated manner. To see them, the marks and density, over many (26) panels – a city block really – is quite amazing. Truly among the most astounding collections of art you will ever see. The corner of Huntington and Parker is where it's at.                                                                                                                       – Jack Vaughan Related Titanic Transmission s - MoonTraveller 2008 Titanic Clothesline S...

Jeff Hull Gumbo variations | 450 Harrison Ave #43 Boston MA 02118 Kingston Gallery (call for times 617.423.4113) Click to access a brief film of Hull's  drawings.

Like a feather caught in a vortex, Williams ran around the square of bases at the center of our beseeching screaming. He ran as he always ran out home runs—hurriedly, unsmiling, head down, as if our praise were a storm of rain to get out of. He didn't tip his cap. Though we thumped, wept, and chanted "We want Ted" for minutes after he hid in the dugout, he did not come back… Hub fans bid kid adieu - John Updike Friday Sept 21 – Boston - The Friday bleachers were fairly empty at Wrigley but pretty full at Fenway where the cult of baseball onward rolls on, and who’s keeping score? Dear friend Jeff Hull and I were in that tide of zoomanity – a walking dream trance a foot - and much glad. We had a couple of beers, kept a scorecard for four innings, and discussed family, business, and baseball – cheering here and there. No boos. No boos but some healthy sighing lamentations as the Red Sox dropped another one. Harvard Law Librarian and Organist Josh Cantor pl...

Our Memorial Day Special: When we were working on the Titanic Transmissions Monograph , spent some time in Jeff Hull's studio, where he had all these great drawings hanging on clothesline. Jacob took pics, I put them in a slide show, filmed that, put music too it, and posted via Blogger. If you can guess the names of the duo playing the music to accompany the video, you can go into a drawing to win a copy of Sunnyland Blues. Use the comment capability of the fabulous blog mechanism.

Got to hang out with Jeff Hull this winter as it turned into spring. He was preparing for a show at the Hall Space and we sort of took the piece I wrote a couple of years ago as a starting point, broke down the staging and started again, talking about what his art was, and iterating through til we came up with this piece. April always brings Titanic memories. Now, Titanic Transmissions as well. Let's get a buzz on! - Jack Vaughan Jeff Hull's Titanic Transmissions is on display at the HallSpace, 950 Dorchester Avenue Dorchester, MA 02125, weekends through May 24 ! Other times by appointment. Titanic Transmissions Walk the streets and hear the children singing - The Ship Went Down - A folk song – it will stick. Tells a story like the blues. The picture of the ship - its radio transmitting. It was always there. Titanic. DitDitDaDitDit dashes - images from Jeff Hull in Titanic Transmissions. Hull who bicycling down city alley hears the same sirens ...

Jeff Hull came by recently to check Jake’s portfolio. And we kind of looked at some of Jeff's own more recent stuff together. Which is on the Web via some shows he’s had in recent years. Now I am stuck as anyone reading this will agree with words. Which provide a poor translation of what goes on in true visual art. Here goes. Jeff Hull’s paintings transcend a life time; they cut through blue paradises of art think and explode, exotic, rich and watery. The ordinary world is here, and is seen in a universe of visual indications. Cells of modern mind float on the canvas, and one painting enters another. Images flop along side stones emanating molecular progressions. Color is all over the place, and you are on a magical ride. This art is feedback music in the domain of the eyeball. The sky, the ferns the beat. I see stories. I apply cut-up technique. The stuff pops up at you in spectral neural displays. Jeff’s objects comet forth. You attach what you bring. Ferns, boobs, dripped...