I booked my tickets to Pittsburgh for the Supertrash show at Warhol. Mostly as it seemed too bittersweet a video essay not to make… the X hailing from that steel town turned rusty and post industrial. I’m working on a rotoscope test for zipperhead and I’ve bought myself every size of Sharpie marker to trace frames of video with. The smell of magic marker in the studio is making me nostalgic for my old man with his vast collection of graphic markers all laid out in great runs of sequential shades and colors and he’d be up all night at the drafting table hand drawing mock ups till the wee hours in that glorious vapor. I would watch him some sleepless nights scribbling away up there in the golden glowing triangle of his studio window. Boy I am getting maudlin…. here’s a little Daniel Johnston.
