House For A Brooklyn Mouse from Alex Itin and Vimeo.
found a mouse in the sink and it couldn’t jump out and so I was gonna chop it up with knife, or drown it, or slam it with a pot, but Instead tried to show some mercy and moved it outside to a little mouse mansion I’ve been building.
Been sewing canvas and steatching canvas and editing vids and contemplating peace and perspective… now I’m turning my thoughts to cogs and cog repair.
More drawings of dear old dad on a morphine nod. I went down to the Storage locker yesterday to find my staple gun to streatch some canvases I’ve been stitching together from a sample book and fell on old drawings and storm clouds.
I was trying to remember where all the trouble started, when I fell upon an old sketchbook in depths of a storage room and I thought about the word storage and how it sounded like a store for all your rage and I went shopping in for that Id all hid in that little book full of seed shaped drawings I did in Hawaii when I thought I was going to die from some unknown, inexplicable sorrow.
Something about all the palm trees and the guava juice and the mai tais and the true love drove me mad. I kept wondering when my luck was going to run out, because I knew it would and because I knew it would, or feared it would; baby it did… like the other shoe dropping hard in Eden with all that fruit and me wailing in the sunset beside the humming birds of paradise where my tears turned to pillars of salt as I look back in anger.
weekend fun. Including a thing on the block called the STUPENDOUS… where at sunset everyone made noise… very fluxus I thought.
Notes on a busy social New York Week (in other words the crap left on my memory chip). THe paintings are front and back on a cigar box lid (mmm cedar and paint smell good). The face below was done while drinking Fra Angelico and listening to John Farrell sing…. Oh what a vineous night.
More rushes from the OMegg improv weekend, where in I visted Basquiat’s grave the day after the Let it Bleed roof improv. Not sure this will find it’s way into the finished product, but it was interestingly cathartic and went towards my notion of filming everything on the off chance I spontaneously ignited. See here for more rushes, etc. of this project.
Been on some sort of reunion vibe these last few months… some sort of black sheep returneth trip or what have you. So in keeping with that mode, I went for a little dumpling picknick with one of my favorite Alums of old Camp Bruno and we blathered for a long time and drank beer from paper bags in the park while the chinese kids played handball and layed out a pang thud thud pang soundtrack in the summer night.
Earlier, I had a near religious experience (not only was someone sky writing x and y all over brooklyn, but…) when I crossed Manhattan bridge by foot, the light came behind the brooklyn in such a way that it cast a magnificent reverse gothic arch shadow across the flaming sunset water… the key hole arches both cut out in fire on the water. It was only there for about sixty seconds, but good shit it was glorious and luckily I was on a nikon safari. New York is just a magnificent place sometimes and its filled with people that you know and love, but didn’t know were living so close to you. One big urban reunion project.
Annual street fair with music. The las band is called Cool and Unusual Punishment and they’re like seventeen and rehearse downstairs… so often the music behind my mind while editing, painting, drawing, screwing around, whatever…. and a cigar box minature I am working on.
