The Lapis Press was founded in 1984 by artist Sam Francis with the goal to produce artful texts in visually compelling formats in collaboration with other artists. Boundayr was one of such publication, combining poetry with aquatints by Sam Francis, hand bound in a custom portfolio box. This lyrical edition helped to launch the artistic vision of The Lapis Press. It stands as a model of the aesthetic caliber realized in every Lapis Press edition since. Thirty years later, The Lapis Press continues to be committed to publishing work in collaboration with important emerging and established artists.
Poem by Kathleen Fraser
The seizing of the blue social level, the red duality inert the yellow body forming intimate contact, essential string, the beige of hemp and wall, green responding, green sado/shadow bottle, the plum enables us, the black beyond our hours will satisfy this encounter,
substantial white of chair the presence in the world of non-primary blue. Red enables us to be distinct and substantial, at some point we must inhabit ourselves, the evidence is mauve and lively with grey borders, to know, to feel, even be the inheriting white, the celery, that light with which we regulate, become pick and peach, we blush and are fruit, we bruise but did blossom formally, we are halfway there, we are capable of giving the ultra aquamarine, we are absence of carnelian. Now
you are in the violet world and she is turquoise and you want to tangle in each other’s altro. Inside the border, the heightened concern between her and a color she feels is appropriate in this hour. The superiority of ivory sheets, the infinity of a door only slightly ajar, the accommodation of ivory as you sleep, or the letting go. His father on the floor but younger now, jar of petals rose, his rosy muscles far, something bleached, these overtones, moving from ourselves, from you, your future other, letting blues contain us, or
the white besieged by red, overshadowed and hounded by red, not left alone enough, thus sterilized, not enough in grey memory, elephant ivory, the year of grey shadow, the large shape behind it, the year of breaking thread around the boundayr, the primacy of embroidered meanings, petal of each pool and mouth, poppies opening in spite of every border or the yellow diminishing. Purple more or less
shut out, put off from the normal bit of emerald strictly set. The continuous mineral, the difficult fall, a flood of pain that would not answer, the click going up and down the stairwell, pessimism of windowsill, snow. White appears and re-appears and disappears, boundaries of field, some owning or lowing, the subtracted smallness, the dots in focus, magenta snow screen, all that falls away from you, black letters through the page, your mother’s name you did not keep, the list of addresses wanted, organization of winter greens under snow, that metallic current of restlessness white brings
and the purple figs, the marble figs also, the inedible green marble with its purple objectivity, she who was almost there without measure or intervention.