If you don’t know Jeff Frost by now I’m not sure there is any hope for you.
I post about him more than I post about myself, and I’m a savagely good looking, wildly important individual who lives as a shining testament to human achievement. Jeff is a filmmaker, photographer, musician, artist, sound creator and space lover. He’s also a friend. Several years back, as I was making a few pictures of Jeff while he created some disturbing little thing, the idea of a book settled gently upon us. I think now that this is my greatest attribute. The idea. I come up with it then do virtually nothing else besides getting the real artist to do the work. So, I created a simple Blurb book titled “30 FPS,” which stands for “frames per second.” The book took ONE second of Jeff’s work and broke it out into thirty individual frames which I placed easily in the book. I also added a few of the portraits I’d made of Jeff, but that’s all I did. Then I gave the book to Jeff and said “You should finish this.”
I held a candlelight vigil, alone in the desert, hovering in lotus position for 48-hours, but to no avail. No book. I promptly forgot out it.
Then a few weeks ago something strange happened. Jeff stopped by and very casually handed me the book you see here. At first I didn’t recognize it, and the ink on the cover came off on my hand. Took me a few minutes to understand what I was holding as the book had undergone a remarkable transformation. Apparently, Mr. Frost had been spending his free time making art. I had visions of him holed up in his truck in the Methland that is the California desert, tinkering away with inks and animal blood, the sound of feral creatures disturbing his sleep.
I have a stack of blank Blurb books, ranging in size from 11×13 to 6×9. I’ll continue to use them in this fashion because these projects are just too special to pass up. Many thanks goes out to Jeff who spent considerable time making this beautiful creation.