Monthly Archives: September 2008

Roughrost

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Monday I went to see my old friend Javier rehearse with SINEPARADE in a new space, tucked away in a little hidden corner of Williamsburg. I did some timelapses of the band and Aakash Nihalani making a mural out of tape. Plus there’s some footage that MariaNYC shot at my installation last week and a garbage truck full of tomatoes, and the music here is an old song Javier made for an e-book of mine: Morococo, and then on the way to the L train we passed a parade of cop cars: 20 fucking cop cars. A good Monday.

To Sleep. Perchance to Dream

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skulldream.jpgperchancetodream.jpgSlept the sleep of angels, or devils, or I don’t know what. No dreams on Friday, or Saturday, but this morning I played an elaborate image organ of my own unconscious construction. It seemed to mash up Hip Hop, punk, and classical music into some strange animated sound and image. Most Def by way of Beethoven… it was fun all morning as I came in and out of sleep.

Open

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The show is up at USSA. You can visit Friday nights from 6-8, or by appointment. These are Just some stills I shot. Exhausted now. quite brain dead. Will vedge and think about Paul Newman. Last time I did an installation like this (2001 in D.C.) it was full of drawings of him from a Cat On A Hot Tin Roof.

Paperback

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Today’s fun and yesterdays too.

Hanging Myself

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Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…