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Thrown from the Dream Throne
June 14, 2008
I had more elaborate dreams last night, but in the morning they escape me. Here’s the end of yesterday’s.
Dogone
June 6, 2008
Dog off getting shaved for the summer. After the events earlier this week. She is conspicuous in her absence.
Sky Drums
June 4, 2008
More a concept than a finished piece. Making drums from fireworks seems like it could be a great idea in the right hands. I’ve never seen it done, but send me a link if you have an example.
Redream
April 6, 2008
I Found this image linked to my blog…. apparently randomly using a drawing of mine and few other things on flickr to create a “dream.” I found it interesting that it showed up while I was doing all these dream images. This is the website: drollic dreamer. I guess you type in a phrase and program searches images and smashes them into a dream image. I don’t know that I love the results, but I felt I should honor the coincidence.
Hat In The Wind
March 23, 2008
Went to see Colin Stetson play last night at Monkeytown. He plays solo saxaphone and all those wonderfull wood winds and its amazingly physical and passionate, but also seems to make a lot of sense after electronic and minimalist music. He was all over the room and the instrument and the sound echoed from the cinder block walls and went right through me. I drew in the first few chapters of Dharma Bums to try and capture the energy. It was like grabbing at smoke. I tried to work them today, but in the end I turned to the rice paper and whipped this drawing out… it’s about as close as I can get at the moment.
Step Inside The Book
March 19, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008, 7-9pm—New York, NY—125 Maiden Lane, 2nd Floor.
FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY: Step inside three books, drink free beer and wine, and experience the future of the book:
Mark Batty Publisher, Hotel St. George Press, the Institute for the Future of the Book, and the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council’s Workspace Writers Residency program offer a night of multi-media readings that invite attendees to step inside books, celebrating how new media and traditional publishing fuse to create innovative projects that are more than “just books.” On this night, authors Garth Risk Hallberg, Alex Rose, and Alex Itin demonstrate how their stories rely on more than just words.
Hallberg’s illustrated novella, A Field Guide to the North American Family, documents two fictional families through 63 entries accompanied by evocative photographs contributed by some of today’s freshest photographic talents, as culled from the book’s ongoing companion website, afieldguide.com.
Read from start to finish or in a “choose your own adventure” style, Hallberg’s attention to narrative detail makes clear why he was included in the 2008 Harcourt Best New American Voices anthology, and why Print called A Field Guide to the North American Family “a modern illuminated manuscript.” Hallberg will project photographs from the book.
The interwoven, post-modern folktales that comprise The Musical Illusionist by Alex Rose muse upon historical arcana, tethered together by music and topography. Drawing on his experience as a director whose films, videos, and animations have appeared on
HBO, MTV, Comedy Central, Showtime, and the BBC, Rose conjures, in the words of the Village Voice, “the playful parables of Jorge Luis Borges. . . exotic maps and exquisite prints further suggest a volume passed down from an epoch much more enthralled with mystery than our own.” Rose will read from the title story of his collection, accompanied by a surround-sound score composed by David Little and recorded by the Formalist Quartet.
As an artist-in-residence at Brooklyn’s Institute for the Future of the Book, Alex Itin uses text, original illustrations and animations, and music to encourage readers to reconsider the definition of a book. Take for example Itin’s Orson Whales: Melville’s Moby Dick meets Orson Welles, and Led Zeppelin. Itin’s multi-media books will be screened.
The LMCC is the leading voice for arts and culture in downtown New York City, producing cultural events and promoting the arts through grants, services, advocacy, and cultural development programs.
Moss Garden
March 7, 2008
Here’s a little box of memories. Trying again to tell stories. Most of mine or slightly morbid, but hopefully hopefull.
Cry In My Beer
March 6, 2008
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Working on some Portland edits and the dog went in to have a tumor removed from her lip. Wish her good luck.
Port Bottles
March 4, 2008
Back from Portland and back to the book and then tons of video to edit, etc. This for now.
Remyyy Writes The SKY
March 2, 2008
Notes from Portland
March 1, 2008
Traveling in space felt like moving backward in time. I’m still not certain when I am. I wake up in the morning with all these monsters I have made staring back at me. They are like some sort of mirror that I dreamed and am now redreaming them and I go back to sleep and dream of airports and my dog. All over Portland there are second run movie theaters that have never been turned into multiplexes. They are real theaters and they have pub style beer. Seems like a great place for a film festival.
dalas verdugo’s Guide to New York City from dalas verdugo on Vimeo.
Bells Collecting Porcelain Sound
February 1, 2008
Porcelain can opener
open ring
ring out ring in
pabst the road to the city
bought with beads beads
To Sea. See?
January 16, 2008
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.
Stink.
January 5, 2008
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.
Captain
December 14, 2007
The man who is wounded waits in a dingy little restaurant for the captain who recruited him into the Army. He waits for him nervously, like waiting for a pretty date. He asks the bartender to put two bottles of Champagne on ice. I find it strange that he would spend this kind of money on an Army pay scale and even stranger that the place has Dom Perignon. I woke up once the Captain arrived.
Opening Notes
October 23, 2007
Here’s some images from the opening at Artflux on Saturday. It was nice to hang next to my friend Christa Grauer. We had some fun drinking wine and taking pictures by our pictures and later John Kelly sang a Joni Mitchell song on the roof. I’d remembered hearing about him doing a drag tribute to the blue lady, but “drag” doesn’t really give you the picture… I mean this was a beautiful and moving interpretation of one of our finest song writers. I was knocked out. It was very dark, so I had to put the video through many layers of effects and after an afternoon of long renders I settled on this strange ink-like version.
The State of Empire
September 21, 2007
Walking down sixth avenue, I came upon a burning pyramid.
“Things are really looking up, ” I thought to myself while looking up.
What The Dead Said
August 23, 2007
I found some images of Parisean cemetary medalians and realized that the dead could be reanimated. These dead Europeans cant speak, but they can gesture no… no… no no no.
Carnival and Other Poems
July 29, 2007
Mushmoon Poems from Alex Itin and Vimeo.
Four poems from Francis Kirk’s Mushmoon collection.
Rabbit Goes To the Library
July 27, 2007
The curtain rises on rabbit and the sun goes up the ladder and through the trees. A new day, or the same old thing?
Here are a few new library project collabs that continue to appear. They are from Brian Raszka to be finished by me, From Jonval Nicholas and Tara Ross, From Tony VandenBoomen and Jade Peggler , and a collab start by Marci Senders that has become a sort of book as stage animation by Sonja. She has a whole story going to which my rabbit story was a dark prologue.
Flag Fetish
July 23, 2007
You is DEAD
July 18, 2007
The Royal Wylds live at Magnetic Fields sometime last winter. I Found this take while working ona a slightly more elaborate video for the band. I was struck by how nicely the single shot worked without needing to cut it at all.
Code
July 15, 2007
Two works in progress. The portrait is made out of fabric swatches and a found red fabric streatched canvas. Below that is another cigar box derived painting (this one is made with printed canvas streatched over the empty frame-like box sides.
Leviticus Rex
July 14, 2007
Found this piece of cardboard art on the Williamsburgh Bridge. It said Leviticus on it. When I was working on the portrait, I added a few strokes on the cardboard. The animated gif is both sides of the cardboard.
Protest Singer
July 13, 2007
Here’s a painting I’ve been working on for a few months. Hard to say if it’s done, but other than mucking with the face, I haven’t had the nerve to change it much. It’s so fucked up that it sort of charms me. Thinking of the Smiths here: “I thought that if you played an acoustic guitar, it meant that you were a protest singer. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible, oh let me go.”
Cheers
July 10, 2007
Better half’s birthday today so I went up on the roof and started doing some paintings about the movie about her being gone, or a character very much like her. Painted an enormous patchwork portrait of her and one of Phil and Abe up on the roof drinking Anime Proseco. She hated the one of her, so here is us… Who is to say if they are done, but it was fun making them.
You Don’t Have To Go TO College (or Cog Time)
July 7, 2007
I made this cog (a sort of cat dog gaurd) for my Friends in Williamsburgh to guard their house. After the winter and much weather it needed a sort of tune up and shifiting out of acrylic to oil paints, etc. So this is me getting the job done under sun and obvious clouds…. plus a smashee of Animal collective with Beach boys… oh and the banjo is from the day before where I spent some time with my junior advisor thinking about the orgins of rock and roll and guitar music… He drew the banjo, I tried to expain the mathematics of the twelve note scale and failed in the bitter Keith Moon Pentatonics of a wicked hang over…. fucking fireworks and all.
A New House For A Brooklyn Mouse
June 29, 2007
House For A Brooklyn Mouse from Alex Itin and Vimeo.
found a mouse in the sink and it couldn’t jump out and so I was gonna chop it up with knife, or drown it, or slam it with a pot, but Instead tried to show some mercy and moved it outside to a little mouse mansion I’ve been building.
Hawaiian Seeds of Sorrow
June 27, 2007
I was trying to remember where all the trouble started, when I fell upon an old sketchbook in depths of a storage room and I thought about the word storage and how it sounded like a store for all your rage and I went shopping in for that Id all hid in that little book full of seed shaped drawings I did in Hawaii when I thought I was going to die from some unknown, inexplicable sorrow.
Something about all the palm trees and the guava juice and the mai tais and the true love drove me mad. I kept wondering when my luck was going to run out, because I knew it would and because I knew it would, or feared it would; baby it did… like the other shoe dropping hard in Eden with all that fruit and me wailing in the sunset beside the humming birds of paradise where my tears turned to pillars of salt as I look back in anger.
You Don’t Have To Smile, Just Play
June 23, 2007
Notes on a busy social New York Week (in other words the crap left on my memory chip). THe paintings are front and back on a cigar box lid (mmm cedar and paint smell good). The face below was done while drinking Fra Angelico and listening to John Farrell sing…. Oh what a vineous night.
Heaven Seven(teen)
June 18, 2007
Annual street fair with music. The las band is called Cool and Unusual Punishment and they’re like seventeen and rehearse downstairs… so often the music behind my mind while editing, painting, drawing, screwing around, whatever…. and a cigar box minature I am working on.
Fern Dale
June 17, 2007
And the blooming in the booming of all summer long about the roof all painted Warhol factory silver
and we cooked meat or forgot to cook it
and the rain came
and the sky exploded.
recent variations on the trees I’ve been working on for a few weeks… often with the kids from the neighborhood painting under trees. This old one got a Spanish Rose.
A Muse Of Fire
June 14, 2007
Prologue to Henry V by Shakespeare? from grumpyoldman on Vimeo
Still thinking about Henry… I suppose this will lead to todays drawings and oh well also remember Joyce:
Coney Beach Memoirs
June 9, 2007
Went to Coney with The Cohens and decided to spend the day in an extended improv as Phil and Pat from OMegg. Cohen could only use one line of dialogue: “Feh”… which is more or less Yiddish for “Whatever.” The kid and I could babble at will… Course the sound got wind blown out so This document leans on Kinks and Steve Martin. Nice day… A sort of Home movie, NOT.
Collective Unconscious
June 2, 2007
I spent the afternoon with Will Croxton of the Royal Wylds and his beatiful baby and we watched some old vids of the band at Magnetic Fields and talked about scoring the Let It Be Taciturn turn turn movie and the upcoming shoot for Kimbo single and finished off with watching Paul Simon rock Little Surfer Girl from the Brian Wilson Tribute concert at Radio City that Queen Sylvie got moi roi ticks for a past B. Day. The evening turned into a Future Book romp with the Institute gang and entourage going toThe Animal Collective show at South Street Seaport. Let’s face it. Mos Def had it right: Brooklyn Rocks the best and it’s fun when it rocks Manhattan and then you spill into Chinatown and blind delirious laughter.
Free Cash
June 1, 2007
animated Hell Money essay from the same time as the slide sheet I sent to Dadi Wirz. I just reunited all my hell money. That should be good luck right? Maybe now I should burn it?
The player here is Veho because I burnt most of my megs at vimeo. Nice thing about Veoh is that you can play the vid full screen and it allows you to run longish vids with fairly high rez. I con’t much like the player bar at thebottom, but it’s servicable for todays blog diptyque.
The Video is from today when I dropped the dog off to cut a summer trim (and stop the pant pant) I went walkabout to the park and museum and Library (there to check on possibly showing the Library Project collabs… got to contact the currator). I found the Technology Share Fair for Brooklyn Schools while walking the halls of Brooklyn Museum… I ran into Cash while wanting something to quench my thirst. He offered up lemon ginger ale… it has been the basis of my ever evolving liquids all day (adding coke and lemon juice and wine sorbet and only leaving it for Miller Time).
The music here is from Dave Chapelle’s Block Party CD (from Brooklyn Public Library) and is Mos Def and posse. Bill Batson gave me Mos Def shirt years ago when the Queen kicked me out of the Kingdom and had me Siddhartha sleeping on couches without clothes or money. I always wore it with pride… but am only learning why now. Mos Def is most def…. Busy Bee me. No sleep in Brooklyn.
Let It Be Victory Memorial
May 29, 2007
(with this player you might need to hit the volume wedge at the bottom right to hear the soundtrack which rocks)..
Memorial day meets dying dog and filet Mingnon and brats and Frank’s wild years and The Royal Wylds live with the book art from Double You at The Library Project. Here’s the start of my Hell Money slide list that I just got back from Dadi Wirz in Switzerland. He had my slides for about seven years and showed them to all the galleries he liked in Basel, etc. No bites, but still nice of him to try and all this time later, it is a thrill to see a complete slide sheet from that era. I was pretty fucking good back then and as Allan Stone told me DeKooning used to say after a whiskey or two: “Those fucking bastards are going to pay… they are going to have to fucking pay and pay and pay… where were they when I needed them? Now they are going to have to pay.”
The Lizard King Can Do Anything
May 27, 2007
Sometimes you meet a poet with a pack of Italian wine and I suggest you follow him through the gray streets towards black and white and engage the minerals and acid to find the trick of the yellow submarine.
the poet is Sir Francis Kirk and the wine that matters is his too. Google and buy the book of poems… Later I will have the link. It’s called Mushmoon.
I married Isis on the fifth day of May, but I could not hold on to her very long…
Dudes
eat drink be merry….tomorrow Dylan may steal your gal…or wouldn’t you just let him dance with her and be honored?
The entorage had the notion to try all the best fried chicken in the city and have a Million Dollar Bash on sweet JUDY Judy judy’s roof…We had downtown, Korean, Mid Town and Uptown in the house….damn its hard to decide what’s best, but Dirty Bird rather rocks.
A Man Needs A Maid
May 25, 2007
The West Indian/ Carribean Nannies and I had a picnic with their little charges and the sweet ice tea. They invited me to join with the stipulation that I tell them “A Truth”. I said, “Would you like to know the secret of a Good Life?”
“Tell me now mr. Alex,” says the Haitian with the patois and the perfect smile and the Pentacostal Jazz Hands.
“Joyce’s Cooking. This is happiness. If I’m sleeping don’t wake me up. If I’m dead, don’t do CPR, if I’m in Hell, who needs heaven… This is Heaven”…
Ladies Laughing at your jokes… Never a bad sound. So we talked about God and the Devil and tea and Drugs and Jesus and Food. As I said, the sweet spiced chicken was by Joyce…not James but about as profound… Died and woke up in Paradise: Sugar Mountain…. Later was drinks with I.T. guy and the Drunk Muses… so stay tuned for more loverly images of loverly city in loverly springtime of our years.
Nows The Time
May 23, 2007
The Video started as a vimeo project… follow the link and look for tag: merightnow to find what folks were doing when they shot themselves… with camera I mean. Funny but God bought a revolver and a bottle of Mad dog and went hound hunting. Bastard bitch. Above and below that is some images from a Spanish Surf and skate and ski and youth culture magazine called SPOT. I’m big in Spain. You didn’t know? Sure dudes, I’m a fucking Andalusian Rosebud…. how’s that going to save my dog’s life. It won’t is how…. ergo worthless.
The Prettiest Star
May 21, 2007
The prettiest by far and the glow of her meaning outshines every star. I feel part of every ocean sea and star and I can see from near and far, a world I’ve never seen before… because it’s withcraft, that wicked witchcraft and though I know it’s strictly taboo, when she arouses the need in me, my heart says, “Yes indeed” in me, because I have got her under my skin…. That prettiest star.
Like Sinatra live at The Sands of time and desert with the Count of Basie and the Nelson of Riddles. Most photos removed due to mangement.
When I Find Myself In Times of Trouble, Mother Mary Comes To Me, Speaking Words of Wisdom: LET IT BE….let it be….etc.
May 17, 2007
in progress… watch a learn uncle alex watch a learn.
Did you ever finda bottle that told you “Drink Me” and you did and you fell down a rabbit whole and then you burned down the house and a wolf left you in a cave of shadows and wine and skulls and bones? Did this ever happen to you? Cause that more or less describes my day and she said yes to yes and I called her my Andalusian rose Yes……Yes is the answer yes to yes yes? yes yes yes yes, wash rinse repeat yes? yes please cum some on my eyedea…. which is my way of learning Korean wink wink nudge nudge say no more.
Mohammed Saw The Light In The Sky Machmuud Told You Why
May 16, 2007
BREAK LEGS KING CONNIE
This is a digi overwrite on a piece of street art that I gingerly removed from the Members Only club on Fifth Ave. It is not really Ali it is Alexali/KIMBO. I am thinking about acting and fighting today. I called my favorite star who is rehearsing Shakespeare in New Jersy right now …. in fact it goes up tomorrow which is why he is pissed at me… Even though I, or rather Ben used Henry V in our improv, when I actually got Connie on the phone I said Lear:… like Lear, he went into a huff and hung up on me. I really felt shitty, because the fact of the matter is I was so into my own game, that I have neglected to help him play his. So Do me a favor and buy tickets for Henry V here/ and take the beautiful drive over the Pulaski Skyway (like a true Soprano) and see his show. Go back stage and tell David Conrad Alexandre David Itin sent you… oh and bring a little something, like some wine, or flowers… Henry the fifth has been known to kill a man.
I’d wanted to tell him I was in the ring with the better half, but instead got in the ring with him AGAIN!. Acting is boxing. I made a vid poem to wish Connie broken legs. It is my short take on a fabulous Carl Sandburg Poem
The Story Of The Glass Spider
May 14, 2007
THis clip is so good. Someone should show it to David Bowie who I only saw play live once at Madison Square Garden on the Glass Spiders tour. He had I believe his old guitarist playing.. whose name escapes me… a black dude… rocks as hard as anyone on earth and then some… I mean Bowies has had some good guitarists and thought there is debate about the second half of his career… well… Stevie Ray Vaughn (who I’d like to point out I’ve out lived..by a few years now… but then I will never ever ever play a guitar as well as he did even on Let’s Dance.. which actually is a really underrrated album because people don’t quite get IGGY pop YET… because the fucking ivy league rock critic ass holes all say he’s too POP… dude … it is America is it not?… but I digress)… think the name is a Zed name
one of eno’s finds no doubt.
How good was Roxy Music?
So good…
let’s not forget their versionsof Neil Young’s Hurricane…. blah blah blah Dylan.
Me? Naw….but Nice or the Niece of Walt Whitman, but not Which Nice niece in Nantes… oui? nO?
May 13, 2007
ME? “naaaaaaaaaw” from Alex Itin on Vimeo
My Little China Girl
May 12, 2007
My better half once told me a story of how a guy trying to make a move in highschool on her asked the H.S. Radio D.J. to play Bowie’s verion of IGGY POP’s China Girl (for the record, both bowie and Pop were dating Asian women at the time.. and I think Iggy married his and she got him off the smack in a way that Bowie and eno never could, but then Bowie married a man, or rather IMAN, but I digress). She was shocked and offended by this,but let’s face it… that is a fuck of a great song, but it is way to intimate for a first mixed race date, and way way way way to intimate for a never dated, detached sound… she was mortified and not even Chinese, but I still think the China refers to porcelain dolls not CHINA, but I’m not certain this would help his case. I hesitate to post this.. The Sarah Silverman joke:
I’m no racist: I love Asians… or something like that.
There seems to be a trend on flicker and vimeo, etc. of Young Asian Women photographing themselves as models… but model artists. I wonder if this is at all realted to Cindy Sherman, or Laurie Anderson, or maybe the flux fluke of Yoko Ono (bar none the most famous Asian Woman in the world… to be followed by Tokyo Rose? or what? Gong Li? All great looking). whatever the explanation, I support the…(cough cough) trend…How much? Sooooooo Much….that said, I miss the better half, like I’d miss my legs should you decide to blow them off with an IED…. and why would you want to do a shitty thing like that.
Thomas Aquinas once told me (in a book) that the revolution of Jesus Christ can be summed up in one sentance: “Love thy neighbor as thyself”.
Now most of my neighbors are Jews or mixed religious marriages (is it possible that we are the only couple not married…no…. it is probable)… but can I tell you something: I really have fallen in love with the people in my COOP… doesn’t happen often, but wow…. these are people you acutally enjoy cooperating with…they bring you music and coffee and wine and song and drums and guitars and …. well I’m not much on testiments, but I’d like to testify… that bit of Jesus works for me.. and plus he takes out the trash… god bless Jesus.
FLUXart SHOW TONIGHT
May 11, 2007
Very last minute art show at FLUXart… TONIGHT
547 Broadway #5 btween Spring and Prince…. after seven till the wine and movies run out… probably show Orson Whales as well as some nice related paintings.
Uncle Alex And The Muses
My better half is off to Vegas for a couple of days, so I made her this love song with the help of my two favorite art pupils, or rather art teachers… or whatever. Found some random still shots on my camera from the old IT IN space SoHo… my old gallery/painting/t.v. studio. Long story, but it was a fun year if not for Bush starting the fucking war… three years now?, but I digress. Here is the truth as I see it. Kids rock (When you can give them back to their parents after words), dogs rock, Nick Cave rocks, poetry rocks, painting rocks, rocks rock, cherry blossoms rock hard, but my girl rules and I aint nothin’ but a bad seed in a beautiful world… but I’m trying to be beautiful seed and the world keeps trying to be bad.
Monkey Boy Types and Scribbles
May 9, 2007
Monkey Book 2 was a rather mind blowing lecture by artist/information engineer and all round great guy, Brad Paley… this is sort of a Mother’s day card meets portrait of the artist as a success story, rant of a lunatic, art history lesson… or something?: you tell me.
Music is a mash up of Animal Collective, some annoying kid kicking the subway seat with glorious train glee, and The one and only John Lennon and his fabulous Beatles, produced by Phil Spector if you can believe it Jackson Pollock.
http://wbpaley.com/brad/biosImagesCvs.html
http://monkeytownhq.com/monkeybook2.html
W. Bradford Paley has been doing visual work on computers since 1973, has been recognized for contributions to the design and art worlds (e.g. at MoMA and the Whitney, by NYSCA and NYFA). He practices in New York City and often teaches at Columbia University. For details see didi.com/brad.
post in progress… tune back later.
image: Library Project collab of driftwould and Bradley Wind… AKA driftwind (Say I).
The Wild Sheep Chase
May 7, 2007
The video is a little stream of conciousness musical riff on Dylan and the Kinks… it is a gesture towards two new film projects I’m “Writing” in hopes of “shooting”… or remixing stuff shot. I’m trying to blog, but also make “serious” or “finished” works. Can’t talk about art without throwing quotes arround everything. Why is that?
The painting is on a cigar box top and is obviously influenced by seeing deKooning and Rauchenberg at the MET, and the Bugattis at Allan Stone Gallery… However, the biggest influence is all these damn wonderful cherry blossoms.
Sakura Redux
May 6, 2007
This I’ve been using as ambient video on the wide screen i-mac. In i-movie HD it makes a nice musical, visual eye/ear candy for drawing, or scanning, or whatever. You can dowload it and play the quicktime on full screen, or watch it in VLC, or i-tv….
Just meaningless beauty, but when is beauty meaningless?
Last Night, She said, “Oh Baby Don’t Feel So Down.”
May 5, 2007
Or was that the night before last? This is my preBday Kunst Krawl in search of Moby Picasso vlog. to quote the painter, “That Bastard never missed a fucking trick!”.
The book is a finsish of my start from Bob in Austin Texas… details following….anyways, Always a treat to look at Pablow while ipodding Miles in the MET… the Pace cubist cinema show goes a long way towards proving the obvious (though somehow I think Arne Glimcher wants to take credit for Picasso and the fourth dimension…. which is just absurd…. but fuck of a great show and I suggest you see it). Then the Met Barcelona show where I ran into some fierce Picasso and Miro and a chair I remember from Allan Stone’s Office. Sweet Little thing and so I ran off to look at de Kooning and then up to Allan Stone Gallery to see a few of his rare Bugattis. Seeing deKooning and then a Bugatti made surprising sense. Then I ate and drank wine at Rosewater. It’s good to be the King.
Schoen Cern
May 3, 2007
another cigar box abstract…. weird ab ex Persian miniatures, or something. This one points to beautiful Cern, Switzerland, where they are building the worlds lagest super collider…. there to see the big bang, made very very small… we hope….(insert apocolyptic song here…Door’s “The End” perhaps?). In another nodd to French politics/art films… Here’s the election from the eyes of Binjam in Nantes, France. Follow the vimeo link back to his page and check out his amazing animations.
Red Angles
May 1, 2007
another cigar box abstraction I’m working on… went all red after looking at the gate in the Japanese garden and I just stumbled on Remmmy’s May first video on Vimeo. Thought they belonged together being all red and all.
Petals
April 28, 2007
The blossoms were only half there and so is this video. My first impression done fresh after the fact and some wine and waiting till tuesday when the blossoms will really be out and the Botanical Gardens free. Come join me and we’ll finish the film.
Pagels
The pages of moby are falling wet in the studio like the little white petals are falling on the black street outside. Petals and pages become one and I call them Pagels in the Rain and flowers and mad drawing of whales and zeppelins. Fortunately I have some mp3s of Bob Dylan’s satellite radio show (whith all it’s themes, dreams and schemes) to keep me company into the wee small hours of the morning. I will be taking a break to see the cherry blossoms at Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I suggest you do the same.
Gymnasium Ad Nauseum
April 25, 2007
Cornice
April 21, 2007
The other day I did a vlog muttering to myself about architecture. I think I said Finial (the ornament atop a peaked roof) for Cornice (the ornament on top of a flat roof)… so in the interest of errata… Here’s a cornince from Park Slope and a cornice/finial with Buddhist Libierty motiff from Greenpoint.
Pay to the order of Work
April 20, 2007
a drawing on a chase manhattan deposit slip… as good as cash, right? And another cigar box painting in progress.
Brooklyn Whale Tale
April 19, 2007
A baby Minkie whale swam into the Gowanus Canal. Like Ahab, I tried to find her, but found instead a beautifully battered landscape; populated by people doing interesting jobs. I’m working on a painting to go with the vid…. check back later.
addenda: In a sad note, the news reports that the little whale beached itself and died lastnight. Somehow in trying to move it, the whale sank to the bottom of the shipping channel. Having no luck seeing it, I’d convinced myself it had escaped harm, rather it had escaped this mortal coil…. like moby mouse.