In a white town thinking about blue music.
Category Archives: drawing
Sketches
The Man Who Fell To Earth
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.
Les Chiens Parisean
a video response from Monsieur Charlie et Madame Claire.
Beautiful From Behind
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
Paris Underground Skin
First two collages made with U U at Café Sauvignon on the left bank. We were tearing up maps and The Little Prince.
Le Retour de Monsieur Alex
There is a lot of media to go through now. Drawings and video and timelapses. Etc. Not certain how to procede… and there is laundry. So here is a drawing of me by U U a flicker friend I met with in Paris and spent the day jamming collage in cafés and walking around the Rive Gauche. He has some great photos and vids of our day together so follow his link. I think it’s funny that the Ricard snap has a picture of Kubrick’s ear…not the sense organ you think of when and if you think about Kubrick, but I digress. A timer shot of us at the Café Sun Ra (chosen for it’s Jazz cred name and the Bizarre snaggle toothed gangster/Bond villain looking Maitre De).
Penser
I have my manuscripts ready for Hub and Zipper and I’ll have plenty of time to think of you, me, and everyone and everything we know… which ain’t much, but it will simply have to do. The festival is in the middle of Les Halles, the famous market area of Paris that is now a mall, or something. Anyway a place I never spent any time and right near the Louvre. I still can’t believe I’m going to Paris. Lucky fucking me. I’m bringing two copies of Le Petit Prince.
Cog Traces
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.