collage – IT IN Place

Breathless

alex — Wed, 23 Oct 2013 19:43:36 +0000

Some collages, etc I’ve been doing for the fuck of it and in the middle is a xerox that literally blew up to my feet in Willliamsburg. I think it was some sort of poster for a band.

7 Spades

alex — Tue, 01 Oct 2013 18:38:53 +0000

Here is an animated gif of a sort of Palimpsest I made with a card Double_You mailed me from London. It was a seven of spades. I threw in some collage from the last time we drew IRL in Paris. Now I think I’m meant to mail it back to him? But first some digital collage below:

UU Baazaar

alex — Sun, 08 Sep 2013 01:10:07 +0000

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Some more digtital collabs with UU… in honor of fashion week I guess?

Clark Comes Down

alex — Thu, 29 Aug 2013 21:23:04 +0000

Clark comes down as if somehow gentically engineered to interrupt the peace of my morning cigarette and he is all burning and fire; when all I wanted, or needed was smoke. He is, as always, too much: Too many words, too many laughs, too many tears and too many needs. Naturally he needs to bum a cigarette. I want to tell him to buy his own, but his mother just died and I don’t know… I think you just have to give things to people in mourning in the morning. So I do.

The Other Night At Barbès

alex — Wed, 28 Aug 2013 17:38:32 +0000

The other night I was home alone and bored with drawing on the computer and bored with all manner of other digital media distractions and most importantly, bored with being alone. I became nostalgic for Paris. So inspired by the recent and past collabs with UU, I decided to grab the old Montmartre valise of magic (drawing supplies and paper scraps,etc.) and head out to a local spot I haven’t haunted in a while, Barbes. There to make a mess with ink and paper and people and the ultimate solvent: alcohol. Tango music filled the air as I made some scribbles. It was a nice time and today I am playing with the drawings and thinking about how mixing up video images and digital drawing for Willoughby could be as fun and sort of familiar as making Café Collages, or whatever you call those things I’ve been doing on books and maps and scraps since at least Paris and then Galapagos back in ’97 or 8 I think? Still, it seems important to keep people and place and paper involved at least on a conceptual level.

In other news, it seems official that I will be doing a residency at 17 Frost from November 3 Through the end of the Year! This will be a multimedia installation for the project we’ve been collaborating on since last summer, CAGE.

Mexican Standoff

alex — Thu, 22 Aug 2013 21:58:02 +0000

More Collabs with UU

Greetings From England

alex — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 00:44:25 +0000

A heart stencil from the found Left Bank Paris card. UU wishing the ugly American a happy birthday from London.

The Man Who Fell To Earth

alex — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:49:49 +0000

A storm system roared across Manhattan and left a strange Pernod colored sky in its wake. I ran home to try and catch the sunset. It was one of those sort of Spielberg skies where you think maybe the saucers will emerge and land on Flatbush Ave.

Lady Bug

alex — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 06:42:26 +0000

I’ve had some weird experiences lately. The day before I left for Paris, I went out to Connecticut to spend the day with my mom and at some point during an old fashioned/nostalgic pick nick, a ladybug landed on my red sweater. My mother told me it was a good omen. Now it is true that I lived most of my life with an illustration hung by my bed near my head (imagined by the illustrator Etienne Delliserte) popping out of the black on red spotted carapace of a ladybug. When I was in Paris wandering the chaos streets of Bellville I fellinto an all night alimentation oriental store and bought a pack of Marllboro (they had that and lights and it was an emergency) and then I realized I’d lost my little lighter so I bought a bic and the Chinese man handed me what: Lady bug with horse shoes. He smiled at me and I realized he was the guy I’d been buying snacks and beer and wine from the day before… I was home! Talk about luck. If not for that lighter, I never would have noticed and maybe just kept walking in the blurr of Paris streets. Then the night before I left … or in the end didn’t leave… a second ladybug landed on my red sweater. I said, “I hope this is a good omen”… and maybe missing my flight was the best thing that happened as it gave me back a day and sense of months.

Yesterday I ran into John Kole… the Grande American from Hub. I haven’t seen him in five or seven years I can’t recall. I dragged him back to Frost street and we talked about old times in Paris. Encore fois pour deux K. etc. He makes restaurants and clubs now. He’s doing well, but I miss his paintings.

Les Chiens Parisean

alex — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 16:48:56 +0000

a video response from Monsieur Charlie et Madame Claire.

Beautiful From Behind

alex — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:48:34 +0000

A fell upon a well shod woman as I flipped along the arcades by the louvre. Her shoes echoed under the stone in the lonely night there, but when I passed her alas, she had a sort of funny face… a hook of a nose like a Falcon or an Italian queen I saw once at the Ufuzzi. It reminds me of the nostalgia I’m feeling now. I’m having these strange intensely real dreams that are filled with mundane detail of trying to accomplish rather banal tasks: where in life I’m painting and writing and drinking wine and eating and crying at some fever pitch. When I sleep, I’m getting paper clips and trying to mail a letter.

Talk To Charlie

alex — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 13:06:19 +0000

Bitter Sweet

alex — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:27:08 +0000

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.

Delicious Delores Haze

alex — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:34:52 +0000

A document of the week so far using a broad brush mash up montage concept. The music is from Richard Young’s Saphie and was sent to my by my friend Dan the day we put my dog down. We listened to it during the last hours of Bailey’s while lounging and time lapsing life until Sly screamed: “What is this music you are playing!? Does it have to be so FUCKING sad!?” I think I put the Beatles on. They are good for most any occasion if currated properly: Across the Universe…. was the last song she heard from S.’s iphone, while playing fetch and rolling in the grass…. but I digress.

Anyways the Poem is actually Vladimir Nabokov himself reading Humbert’s Love Poem to a rapt audience… Boy can that fucking Russian read. He sounds like Welsh poet. To think that English is maybe his third language? I found it somewhere online and there’s a clip from an Italian dubbed version of Kubrick’s Lolita with James Mason (youtube)… I was looking for Mason’s reading of the first page of the Novel. There is a recording of him that I used to have on cassette. He did it brilliantly. Titles abound: Lolita 2000, Fire, Catch A Fire, Bailey’s Building and Loan, Humbert’s Butterfly, Kubrick by Brick…. I could go on, but in the interest of brevity a shall relent.

Red writing is from Paris 1998, in a cafe, trying to remember the opening page of Lolita… and failing.

New New York Correspondence School

alex — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 21:19:03 +0000

This is some mail art I got these last couple of weeks from my friend Chuck Sasson at the New New York Correspondence School. I fell on his mail art Fluxus fun while doing the Library Project. He works at my local wine store and it’s nice to run into him and find that he’s been reading the blog and then find some of his mail art in the letter box…in some way I think these works are his response to some of my recent stories, etc. Anyway I can’t seem to make anything I want to show anyone and I’m sort of saving up my mojo to go into Frost Street starting Monday and knock up some large dogs and dead ducks, etc.

Fluxed Up

alex — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 14:21:35 +0000

Fluxed Up from MariaNYC on Vimeo.
Wonderful documentation of my USSA show by Maria Niro with some real live fluxus (well recorded and found on Ubu Web) music and poetry: Poem Whispered History of Art / Robert Fillou
Overlaid on Symphony Natura/ Henning Christiansen.
Followed by Ground Swell solo sax by Colin Stetson

Hanging Myself

alex — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000

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…

Glitchportrait

alex — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 00:28:11 +0000

Drawing after broken machines on broken machines. Covered things with plastic wrap and decided to color outside the lines and all the way off the paper. Been thinking about the phenomena of talking head videos online. I set out to make one as a reference for drawing faces for the talking head animation, but got carried away with this project instead.

Oceans of Potions

alex — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:48:33 +0000

Broken Wing

alex — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:15:47 +0000

Red Treasure

alex — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 20:10:15 +0000

Spillboxes

alex — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 18:48:54 +0000

Moss Garden

alex — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 23:01:50 +0000

Here’s a little box of memories. Trying again to tell stories. Most of mine or slightly morbid, but hopefully hopefull.

Green Glass

alex — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:14:35 +0000

Trying to get back to work. Distracted by fatigue, laundry, broken toilets, general nausea.

Ediz PV

alex — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 06:30:39 +0000

I’m off to Portland for a few days to see the closing of my show at Night Gallery. Don’t know if I’ll be able to post while traveling, but I’ll be shooting some video and stills. I’ll miss you all.

Lemon

alex — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 17:07:44 +0000

Main Street

alex — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:32:23 +0000

Tex T

alex — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:54:35 +0000

BooksHelf

alex — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 05:16:25 +0000

Sick with the flu or a cold or something the last few days. Life seen in an on going sleep fever dream. Some man in a coffin trying to become a crocodile… a crowd gathered around a television set predicting the impossible… the man becomes a crocodile only to have the jaws broken back to reveal his human head… and on and on…

Pabst

alex — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 07:21:25 +0000

The Road to the City

alex — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:22:11 +0000

Beads

alex — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:30:44 +0000