Category Archives: drawing

Love Plus Zero No Limit

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Wishing you a Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be doing a screening Sunday Febuary 22nd at 3pm at 17 Frost Street. I’m toying with the idea of making Lolita the invite/movie poster. It might be the only way I get it together for SuperTrash anyways.

Pratt Fall Into Love

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Spring sprung for a brief February moment and I decided to run through the Pratt campus. It made me nostalgic for university life and slightly jealous of all the art students who were climbing in trees and building geodesic domes, etc. They have a lot of great public sculpture there and I was surprised by how much of it I’d never seen before. In the studio, I worked on a long parade drawing and the next day the winds came in to town and tried to blow down Brooklyn like an angry wolf. Music is Al Green preaching about love. So happy V. day and you’d better be good to me.

A Parade of Signs

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Sineparade rehearsed last night and Aakash came by Frost Street to collaborate a bit on some stuff for the next event (Sunday Feb. 22 afternoon video screening wine and talk sort of thing). I watched the raw video while listening to bob and waiting for the L and this guy started ranting and I decided to shoot him without knowing what he was saying (I had my I pod up loud). I don’t know what his deal was… some sort of stand up preacher. Some how the video and the music and the mad man all felt meaningful.

Spilled Dog

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The other day I made this substitute dog to keep me company in the studio. It’s made out of a saw horse and a sand bag and wine soaked crate from out in front of the Lorimer Street liquor store and a stuffed squirrel dog toy tail. Bailey would have been 15 yesterday, if she was still with us. I made a quick drawing of her licking her paws on her last day and I’ve been working over it off and on ever since…. It’s wine soaked as well. Something about death is like a broken bottle spilling out all the good stuff and you are left with nothing buy shattered glass, or ashes.

Frost Bite That Chicken

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Here is the updates from Friday’s Frost Space time lapses mixed with a Mingus song by way of Dylan’s old satellite radio show. Eat that chicken yes! Also some motion graphics made by a student of Golan Levin. The Eater is eating all sorts of heads I made over the years that they got off Flickr. I find this one thematically appropriate to the the first course of Frost Street… Food from the fridge… or whatever it is: Revenge Served Cold? Also a dead white pigeon I saw under the BQE on the way to the studio. Looked like an angel, or a Nationalist Seal….

Opportunity Frost Bit

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Knocked up another large paper and ink drawing at Frost Street and then Alex, the drummer for Sine Parade showed up to practice his drums in the theater. Christ can that guy drum. My neighbor’s kid is back from college and so even at home I am living with drums all the time and then the pile drivers banging away next door at the construction site… Rhythm of life is banging on and i’m trying to bang out some paintings. I did a diptych with gloss enamel and painter’s caulk on some old oil paintings I found in the trash a few months back. I like to build my dreams on the broken dreams of others…It’s the American way….LOL weep LOL.

Also I’ve been playing with installation and making new works to tie up the old works. The skull is my memento mori I made on day one… it is a painter’s tradition to make a death painting to guard the studio from death… like a gargoyle or a feng shuai mirror….or a pug dog, or a gun, or whatever.

Frost Bite Bit

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Second day at Frost Street was mostly about moving some of my older work from home and storage… it was fairly comical and thanks be to Major Tom for his hatch back and strong back and so a lot of things I haven’t seen for a couple of years came out of cold storage… like all my old fridge doors. I can’t resist showing the fridges in a place called frost… and the frigid air, etc. They look good and match perfectly with the new ones. When I went outside, the sky was full of “chemtrails”, or contrails, or whatever. It looked positively surreal.

Fetch

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Not knowing what else to do with the passing time, We decided to put up the tree and give Bailey the best 48 hours we could. She ate steak and two bags of treats and then we took her to the park one last time before she left. She hasn’t been able to play much fetch the last two years, but It was like those stories you hear about sick musicians coming to life one last time on the stage before they die… that’s the way she played fetch… like it was the most important thing in the world….

So even though I feel like something huge has been taken away from me, I’m confident she’ll find a way to bring it back.

A Boy And His Dog

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We’ve set a day that I am calling Easter Monday after one of my favorite deKooning paintings. She has survived for two years with the cancer, but it now seems that there is the question of doing what is best for her. I can’t imagine her ever leaving our side by choice, but it is no good for her to live in pain. I wouldn’t wish cancer on my worst enemy.

I’ve drawn bailey a lot over the years, but I’ve never really caught her they way I would want to remember her and today I realized I only have three days to figure out how to paint her and so I set about doing some sketches.

All the time seems to be lapsing and I want to record every moment of her: It’s more like surveillance than photography. Time is the thing and the other day I was trying to take the piss out of Jim Morrison’s Poetry and Rock and Roll ambition in general, and my friend shot me doing a fake Lizard King Sermon, but now with Radio Head’s Haunting Song: Exit Music (for a film) it doesn’t seem like a joke anymore. I feel so helpless against mortality. What kind of master can’t master eternity?