Monthly Archives: August 2008

Walking Falls

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Took an epic walk yesterday from lower Manhattan, over bridges and along the waterfront and saw all the falls for the first time in a single panoramic afternoon. They are not my favorite moment in public art, but seen in the context of the landscape in time, the city as journey; I found some sort of poetry in them. From a great distance, some of them actually do give the illusion of waterfalls. There was some thing akin to those Chinese scrolls with poems and landscape waterfall all made of black ink, only here it was a poem of steel and water… but that may have been the perverse influence of dim sum earlier.
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Souvenir

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Just a little documentation of the show at Monkeytown and some drawings I started at Galapagos last week and finished yesterday in the studio. We showed Orson Whales on an i-phone propped on the bar and then played with two channel projection in the back room. It’s nice to have little souvenirs of late nights.

Not Face, Nor Film

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Been so busy drawing faces and more recently sorting through tons of old video and the attendant technical difficulties associated with all the myriad formats I tend to mash together that I haven’t been posting much or even drawing much that I care about as drawing in itself. This scrap of red and black abstraction was started a few weeks ago as part of a glitch ink video. I did it half blind, looking through the broken video camera. It’s been laying out on the palette for three weeks or so…. getting the occasional stab of brush…. waiting. Right now it feels like one of the best drawings I ever made. Maybe just because it’s not a face or a video, or anything like it. It’s just itself. A record of the time. A friend.

Once Upon A Time

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dylan.jpgDylan Played Prospect Park in Brooklyn. He sounded pretty good and I enjoyed how he works the key boards these days.
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Spent a lot of yesterday watching Renaldo and Clara on You Tube. In the way it uses music and reality and fiction and improv and documentary it feels like online video long before there was such a thing. I’m so glad to have found it after all these years of wondering. I even like how it’s divided up into 53 sections by someone called Kafka 05. Poetry is a virus.