Here’s some photos from the Touch of Freeze opening in Portland. The show is up till the end of the month. Go to Night Gallery to see the work. You can contact the gallery for prices, etc.

Streekline from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Buy this. It’s collectible.

I was trying to draw a geometric shape to go over yesteraday’s post, but maybe this works better? It’s Philip Glass on Sesame Street.

Patterns from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
Looking through some old vids to upload on Vimeo in HD. Follow the above link to see it a bit clearer. Finding this one, was suggested to me by the brushstrokein the drawing below.

This I made before the vid, but when I found the thumbnail, I thought it spoke to the same question.

Scratchline from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
I was interested in the motion of foreound (scratched window) midground (passing girders) and background (Skyline) and how that might relate to individual sounds in a piece of music. The music is from Autechre.

I fell upon this river of words while surfing the streams of video and I thought to myself, “this would look good with standing still sky text so the words have something to flow past and so I’m writing this and thinking of some great body of water carrying me along like words, or maybe some great body of words carrying me along like water. This then is the long, meaningless horizon line.

TurnipFish from Conor on Vimeo.

New Hd versions of my book animations become sort of mash ups of mashups if you can play both at the same time.

I walked around the block recording all the concrete corner joints in the sidewalk. I was hoping for some kind of moving minimalism to make music for.

Today’s dream: We are eating at some restaurant in an old industrial zone. They are tearing down the old factories that were built with beaux arts flourishes… ornaments and enormous clocks. The factories are from the steam era and have been jerry rigged with elaborate electric conduit that snake in black insulating rubber around the Greek Key meander. The whole area is being razed for a new development. We walk along the canal and come upon the shed where all the clocks are being disassembled. They are stacked up like tires and the carved stone frames lay around the floor and I think they must be worth a fortune, but they are only saving one of them (the largest) that they will some how work into the glass and the steel. Each of the clocks seems beautiful in it’s own way. “Sophie’s choice”, I think.

the floor is scattered with drawings. None of them good. I’m sick of faces and sick of people. I just keep painting over them and tearing them to pieces. I thought I’d show you this one.

Upcoming show in Portland. Click the images for more details.

Out of the reeds and into the crowds on Seventh Avenue. I’m trailing a stink from my soiled shoe.
“What’s that stink?,” She says when I see her.
“The swamp,” I say.
“Smells like shit,” She says.
“Swamp is a fecund thing,” I say.
“Why do you smell like the swamp?” She asks.
“I was walking in the reeds,” I say. “Nearly fell in.”
“Smells like shit,” She says.
“It’s the stuff life is made from.”
“What’s that?”
“Shit,” I say.

While shooting the 400 and change stills for the short film below, I got caught up in the process of framing a shot and walked closer to the reeds. What I thought was terra firma covered by leaves, was actually what might be called quickleaves. I sank to my knees. Later I stepped into what I thought was mud, but turned out to be shit…. and mostly likely human… desperate runners? Drug fiends? Late night sex cruisers? Who knows… but shit in the reeds with the wind making them hiss.

Another branch variation…the effect works better in full video, but at this super speed, there is strange overlapping space created that reminds me of Pollock’s paintings.

draw a loop and repeat that loop