Category Archives: Art Class

Absinthe Drinkers.

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The first oil painting I ever made was in an Intro To Painting class at Brown taught by Greg Little. The asignment was to copy, or be inspired by a painting you admired. I did Degas’ Absinthe Drinkers. Later in Life I left a a few things in gratitude at Degas’ grave in Montmartre Cemetary.

Art Class

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A friend went to the MOMA yesterday with her Grandmother. Normally they go to the Met, but it was Monday and the Met was closed. She had a close encounter with Pablo Picasso and got all excited about drawing, so last night after an Italian dinner and a few glasses of red wine we had a little drawing lesson. The goal was to draw a face without looking at the paper… and she came up with a nice little Picassoid portrait of me. I drew her on a purple piece of construction paper.

Fine Art

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Saw an old man posing in a second story window facing out on Flatbush Avenue. He reminded me of a naked Walt Whitman. Set up my small painting studio at frost and on my wander over bridges to shoot Manhattan, I saw this bit of street art which made me drop my pack and pull out the still camera. I think its on Kent by the water in Williamsburgh.

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…

Brown Ain't No Place For White Shoes

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Been on some sort of reunion vibe these last few months… some sort of black sheep returneth trip or what have you. So in keeping with that mode, I went for a little dumpling picknick with one of my favorite Alums of old Camp Bruno and we blathered for a long time and drank beer from paper bags in the park while the chinese kids played handball and layed out a pang thud thud pang soundtrack in the summer night.

Earlier, I had a near religious experience (not only was someone sky writing x and y all over brooklyn, but…) when I crossed Manhattan bridge by foot, the light came behind the brooklyn in such a way that it cast a magnificent reverse gothic arch shadow across the flaming sunset water… the key hole arches both cut out in fire on the water. It was only there for about sixty seconds, but good shit it was glorious and luckily I was on a nikon safari. New York is just a magnificent place sometimes and its filled with people that you know and love, but didn’t know were living so close to you. One big urban reunion project.
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Run For The Roses

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from alexandre ITIN
Here we go contrasting Vimeo Old and Vimeo New. any troubles? Drop line… IT’s called Beta testing….my but the new one looks yar to quote the Philedelphia Story. INfact it is now fucked up… someone with fish… ha… well I’m working on seeing what happened to the vid

Great script for Vimeons to remake…. hmmm.. Suggest it to Jakob won’t you… but then who is the new Jimmy Stewart… fuck that… who will be Kate?

Run For The Roses from Alex Itin on Vimeo

Another Green World

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The Queen fled the Kingdom for a Baby Shower on the Shores of ManHat. So the King/fool had art classes mit kinder… I guess you’d call it Kinder Garten…. or kids in the garden… and we are stardust, we are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to paint it.