Here are some Collabs from Brian Raszka and The Library Project. He’s taken up my animated gif obsession and when you stack them up like this it really becomes sort of cinematc. This trio is all obsessed with Foreign and American film: Particularly the word play on French New Wave stars Goddard and Truffaut… Which is sort of like God is True or Faux (meaning “fake” in French)?. Brian’s animated finishes come right at a time where Sonja is trying to engage the group in a larger animated story. More on that idea as it happens.
Category Archives: film
Modern Chairs
Found a bunch of drawings about an improv film project I wanted to do at IT IN space in 2003. It was to be about an old SoHo modern artist wasting away from cancer and the people who come visit him. It was to be in a plain white loft filled with sleek modern furniture. He would be eating crisp looking pharmeceuticls on crisp looking chairs and slowly coming all un done. I thought the contrast of human frailty and man made engineered beauty would resonate. I still do. I’d like it to star Max VonSydow as the old modernist. Let it be sort of like an old Bergman film, only sort of funny.
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.
JeZeus Is Gonna Be Here and Be Misunderstood
remains of the day: filet mignon barbqed on the roof with the crystal hammer 1990 Vouvray (of which we scored two cases for a lot of money, but a bargain at any price). A meal fit for murder and singing soprano simone who waits on Zeus.
And with my Gowanus run and greasey fingers I find that
All the world is an oil slick
which is to say a sort of cracked mirror
by which to reflect our polluted lives,
but my Jeseus gonna be here, he gonna be here soon
with a great golden shot gun
he gonna shoot out the fuckin’ moon
He gonna cover my head in red Poppies
and Blanket of pure yellow sonSUN
and then he’s gonna open up the back
of that gold Chariot Cadillac
And ride me up to the great gig in the sky
Where I’m gonna get God drunk on sweet Irish whiskey
‘Till he pisses on the world so hard
you’d swear that thunder bolt bastard
was the devil
cause he is.
I mean the arrongant fuck claims to be “All Things”
So he should own evil too,
but he wakes up on Sunday and can’t recall a thing
and Ezekial and Noah are whispering in the pews
about the hookers and all that coke
and of course the pissing.
There was a sign on the door that said: “Jesus was here, but sometimes he comes late… like around ten o’clock. But Jesus says not to worry. He will always come to take the trash out.”
I took this sign as a sign, because, of course that’s exactly what it was… you know something to read, telling you about the trash… but still, it’s good to know that Jesus is coming, even if late, and that he’s got the trash covered. So I got that going for me… etc.
The Perfume of Money
This is Dave Cambel singing on the roof of the Artflux show from two weeks ago… inspiration for my own roof party that weekend…. The man of wealth and taste muttering forgotten lines (wrongly I might add) is yours truly… who? WHO? There is more from this concert that I shot, but thiscomes off the Fluxart blog. On a night in a breathless weekend of never ending verbal yammering, this kid made me shut up and listen… Oh to be young and talented in New York City Motherfucker. Must be good to be the Prince. One fun trick is to play VDJ with the vid in the Roi V blog below, etc…. fun things to do with multiple players… brand new world kids.
Let It Be Victory Memorial
(with this player you might need to hit the volume wedge at the bottom right to hear the soundtrack which rocks)..
Memorial day meets dying dog and filet Mingnon and brats and Frank’s wild years and The Royal Wylds live with the book art from Double You at The Library Project. Here’s the start of my Hell Money slide list that I just got back from Dadi Wirz in Switzerland. He had my slides for about seven years and showed them to all the galleries he liked in Basel, etc. No bites, but still nice of him to try and all this time later, it is a thrill to see a complete slide sheet from that era. I was pretty fucking good back then and as Allan Stone told me DeKooning used to say after a whiskey or two: “Those fucking bastards are going to pay… they are going to have to fucking pay and pay and pay… where were they when I needed them? Now they are going to have to pay.”
Orson Whales
This is more or less a birthday gift to myself. I’ve been drawing it on every page of Moby Dick (using two books to get both sides of each page) for months. The soundtrack is built from searching “moby dick” on You Tube (I was looking for Orson’s Preacher from the the John Huston film), I couldn’t find the preacer, but you find tons of Led Zep and drummers doing Bonzo and a little Orson reading from the Novel for a failed Italian T.V. film…… makes for a nice Melville in the end.
Cinqo de Mayo I turn Forty. Ahhhhhhh the French Champagne.
Gymnasium Ad Nauseum
Another Green World
Another vlog while I scan and scan. This remix has a lot of Goddard clips and a Brian Eno mash up. The drawing is a finish of a Carloine VK start from The Library Project. Stangely today Moby Dick came on TCM. I missed, however, Orson’s Sermon.
I Made Pictures of Making a Picture of Everyone Who Might Be Looking At These Pictures of Everyone
This was interesting in a lot of different ways… the most obvious here is how do you describe a horizontal scroll on a vertical scroll. That’s one of the many conflicting impuses embodied in this crowd… all born out of monkeybook and being surrounded by a physical audience… who is my audience?… I think I’ll draw them and perform infront of the drawing. Today’s post also asks the guestion (more than most), which here is the real work of art? The drawing, or the film of the drawing, or the whole thing together on the blog, or what?
