Category Archives: collage

Beautiful From Behind

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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.

Delicious Delores Haze

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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.
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New New York Correspondence School

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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

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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

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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…

Glitchportrait

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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.