As an artist, William S. BurÂroughs was undoubtÂedÂly his own man, beholdÂen to no parÂticÂuÂlar aesÂthetÂic, moveÂment, or school, always indeÂpenÂdent even as a freÂquent colÂlabÂoÂraÂtor with many othÂer notable writÂers and artists. It didn’t hurt that he came from money—Burroughs’ grandÂfaÂther inventÂed the adding machine, and the writer’s inherÂiÂtance, writes the DaiÂly Beast, “left the young scion free to purÂsue eduÂcaÂtion and drugs at his leisure.” Yet, although he purÂsued the latÂter withÂout reserÂvaÂtion, he also worked hardÂer than most of his conÂtemÂpoÂraries, conÂstantÂly innoÂvatÂing and purÂsuÂing new paths. BurÂroughs’ “entire creÂative project,” writes blogÂger Dan SheÂlalevy, “encomÂpassed art, graphÂics, calÂligÂraÂphy, type, phoÂtogÂraÂphy, film, assemÂblage, poetÂry, spoÂken word, and music…. CulÂture itself was his mediÂum.”
He may be assoÂciÂatÂed priÂmarÂiÂly with the Beats, but BurÂroughs himÂself rejectÂed the label, sayÂing, “We’re not doing at all the same thing, either in writÂing or in outÂlook.” As a visuÂal artist, London’s OctoÂber Gallery informs us, he “colÂlabÂoÂratÂed with KeiÂth HarÂing, George ConÂdo, Robert RauschenÂberg, and othÂers.” As in his writÂing, BurÂroughs experÂiÂmentÂed throughÂout his art career with colÂlage, incorÂpoÂratÂing phoÂtographs and pop culÂture ephemera like comÂic strips and adverÂtisÂing into paintÂings richÂly textured—as in the thick impasÂto surÂroundÂing the porÂtrait of Samuel BeckÂett above—and often vioÂlent, as below.
The notoÂriÂous gun enthuÂsiÂast often blastÂed holes through his canÂvassÂes and even experÂiÂmentÂed with shotÂgun paintÂing. (See him with his shotÂgun below, on the front page of a Times artiÂcle covÂerÂing a 2005 exhibÂit of his work.) BurÂroughs also incorÂpoÂratÂed gun imagery into his paintings—often made on slabs of plywood—and used pop art techÂniques like stenÂcils and spray paint, as below.
BurÂroughs even designed his own book covÂers, as you can see at the top of the post in the relÂaÂtiveÂly ausÂtere paperÂback covÂers for Naked Lunch and The Soft Machine, both feaÂturÂing repeatÂing patÂterns of symÂbols. His visuÂal art reflects the same obsesÂsions we find in all of his work. These recurÂring motifs are what Paul Pieroni, co-orgaÂnizÂer of the 2005 gallery show at The RifleÂmakÂer gallery in LonÂdon, describes as a “hetÂero-ontolÂogy of forces at work,” includÂing the “cenÂtral themes” of “vice, vioÂlence and pasÂsion.”
The same imagery that recurs in halÂluÂciÂnaÂtoÂry novÂels like Junky, Naked Lunch, and The WestÂern Lands appears in the writer’s artÂwork: “thus, as in his litÂerÂaÂture,” says Pieroni, “we find war, cocks, vioÂlence, dirt, parÂaÂsites, guns—junk.” In BurÂroughs’ hands the detriÂtus of AmerÂiÂcan culture—the conÂtents of adverÂtiseÂments, forÂeign polÂiÂcy briefs, and seedy motel rooms—takes on an omiÂnous, mythÂic sigÂnifÂiÂcance that shows us as much about ourÂselves as it does about the artist.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
William S. BurÂroughs Shows You How to Make “ShotÂgun Art”
William S. BurÂroughs on the Art of Cut-up WritÂing
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness
I got one off him when he visÂitÂed MonÂtreÂal. It looks like he put an oven grill on top of a piece of paper, placed some objects on the grill spray paintÂed over it, then signed. I had to laugh. SorÂry I didÂn’t buy one of his doors, they were only $800 at the time.
Is it called RX MorÂphine Dawn?
I have the same. Got it from my father after he died. I have no idea how he got it.
Where you at the gallery in 1989 durÂing the exhiÂbiÂtion?