Here is one of the halfs of the cog tracing I did. These were used to protect the floor from epoxy resin stains and to have a model to recut a new cog if the epoxy some how destroyed the cog. There is another side to this but only one of the photos came out. I gave the drawing to the cog’s owner as a sort of bonus memento of the restoration.
Category Archives: Brooklyn Bridge
Bitter Sweet
Played this mashup edit along with the original movie last night at Frost. I may play some more with it some more but right now is a sort of fluxus collage.
Visiting
Walking Home
Went on a epic walk home from 34th street. The whole city lit up electric as the sun set and CMJ is in town so all down Bowery I saw the guitar carrying hipsters and rock and roll chicks with leather and lipstick and cigarettes dangling on line to get into this or that party and hear these and those bands. None of that could be as good as the view from the bridge. Glorious.
The Works of Fire
The Works
Went to the fireworks last night. Got to visit old friends; both human and painted. Video should be appearing soon.
Scratching Out
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.
Pax Perspective Quilt
Been sewing canvas and steatching canvas and editing vids and contemplating peace and perspective… now I’m turning my thoughts to cogs and cog repair.
Apocalypse Now and Then
weekend fun. Including a thing on the block called the STUPENDOUS… where at sunset everyone made noise… very fluxus I thought.
Brown Ain't No Place For White Shoes
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.
