I had wanted the animation I’m working on to go to the dark space of NYC in the sixties that my dad sort of played with in the seventies out of Paul Klee I think… mixed with the rising minimalism and Joseph Albers, however the nice thing about a consecutively drawn animation is that other things happen in the chess game of self against time and space. Spain showed up with it’s arenas of Roman smiles. Plans foiled. Blood spilled. Moving on.
Monthly Archives: May 2013
Beasties
Cold and faceless
Boats
Time rocks on.
Your Reflection
Last night at Frost…. everyone I could get at Zebediah Keneally’s show
Glad to greet the day…. Here was a post about how machines should greet you like love lorn pets… but somehow that went crash… so I’m just reposting the gif.
Cog Turns
The cog paces the screen.
Without Memory
Brooklyn rising up in ocean purple fiction, crossing detail.
The Waitress smiling, hopping, hoping sangria slice.
Step branching around when spoken needles speak cannibal –
Entranced by Princess and a pea.
Flocking scribbles running wishbone assembly.
Light Hanging on drop gas.
Steeple steeple shinning, houses ghost story.
Brick and maple divinity lost glasses.
Signs, paintings, trophies spinning softly tulips.
Tiger running out minimal mash up detour.
Orange star dragon mountains –
Refined big bananas bloom pink fur phone reflection.
Wash hair enclosed chess horse zebra.
Zuzu’s Petals, missing lock sprung cat.
Stuffed school sport trees willing into existence perfect living guns and butter –
Reminds distressed turkey turning bananas.
Inflates power lit large.
Piped pitched paper bag lion remembers saying nothing and hoops the fix.
Spiral seeking one thousand parapets.
Ulysees granted sirens.
Bather hunted haunted rising setting rising out of piled out blue.
Held onto patiently – meeting wiggers becoming without memory