The Hillside Club by David Lance Goines

Edition of 1696 of which 125 copies are signed 
1-125, 26 copies are signed 
A-Z as artist's proofs; 
35 are signed as dedication copies. 
Three sets of progressives are signed.

February 1, 2008
16-5/8" x 24"
8 colors
Paper: Mohawk Superfine 100# Cover

Model: Joyce Cellar

In 1898, three Berkeley women, Mrs. Edmund Grey, Mrs. Oscar Mauer and Mrs. Sears organized informal tea parties with the women of their neighborhood, later calling their group the Hillside Club. The club’s object was to protect the hills of Berkeley from unscrupulous, greedy developers and to prevent “unsightly grading and the building of unsuitable and disfiguring houses.” They were particularly concerned that roads should follow the contours of the land, and that trees should be planted as screens, so that the view of the hills would resemble a forest, and that houses should be, essentially, invisible. In this they were quite successful, and today the look of the Berkeley hills reflects their efforts.

David Lance Goines   February 2008

PATHS OF BERKELEY by David Lance Goines

Edition of 1513 of which 125 copies are signed 1-125

August 5, 2011

16-3/4" x 24" 
Eleven Colors 
Paper: Starwhite Vicksburg Sirius 110# Cover

Models: Enzo Lukas Choi & Gavin Bernhard Johansson

Commissioned and donated to the Hillside Club by William Woodcock IV

Walking made us human. Near as anyone can tell, tools, fire and language followed quite a bit later, each contributing toward making us what we are today.

A milestone in the life of new parents is their baby's first halting, staggering steps, more of a controlled fall than a walk. Fortunately, babies have a lot of padding to land on, and are built low to the ground. At pretty much the same time, baby's first word pops out, usually a charming "Mama" or "Dada," but just as often a disconcertingly adult expletive. My first word was "damn," and you may be sure that my father and grandfather were told in no uncertain terms to clean up their talk.

With these rough-hewn tools in hand, the miniature Featherless Biped goes on to recapitulate the path laid down over millions of years by his ancestors. Walking, speech, fire and a Boy Scout knife, or its Stone Age equivalent, opened between us and the Beasts of the Field a chasm as wide and as deep as the ocean. A chasm so wide indeed that we have ourselves become as gods, creating a new generation based not in the carbon image of man, but just as with our first tools, out of stone. Perhaps our creations will enable us to leave our frail and short-lived bodies behind as we together go out for a walk along the stars-speckled paths of the constellations.

David Lance Goines  14 Aug 2011

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