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Penser

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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.

The Queen, The Prince, and The Fool

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Spring and the little flowers start to bloom all over. Sometimes the rational side of our minds has no idea what the crazy, dream making, creative side is up to. But long ago those pagans gave us a day (today) in which to let the old mind unify in a happy, jokey, festival of foolishness. Remember the fool is always the wisest one in Shakespeare. Speaking of The Bard, there’s a nice post on a blog called Bardbox about an old video of mine: My Dinner With André The Giant.

Take This Waltz

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I attempted to flatten some of the creases and folds in an old canvas I grabbed out of storage. The best I could come up with was to soak the whole thing from the back and try to soften the aging acrylic paints. I danced a bit of a jig on it to help the process along and what’s funny is that you end up meeting a lot of people when you are canvas dancing on the sidewalk. They come by with their dogs. I met lots of neighbors and strangers and this is what I’ve learned: People tend to talk about their dogs more than themselves. One guy didn’t have his dog with him so he showed me photos on his cell phone. I didn’t tell them, but they just kept reminding me of my own dog and so I danced to her end if not the end of love.

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.

Humpty Dumpty

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Fridge Doors going up to form The Endless Last Supper… two left to finish in the puzzle… Something like Stone Hendge and I hung a large crowd and lost my balance on the irregular floor and had a great fall. It was like something out of a silent movie, or a cartoon. It felt like I hung in the air for a minute… disbelieving in gravity. Video Coming

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….

First Frost

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The folks at 17 Frost Street were kind enough to give me some space to start knocking out drawings in The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince as it’s actually in French) while Aakash Nihalani installed his tape show and the band rehearsed. It was a nice way to start this new projet which I am imagining as a sort of modular, multi platform, multimedia memoir of my time at the turn of the century in Paris…

Though I hope it will be open enough to use as part of my ongoing blogging/vlogging experiment, the end result should be a fairly focused narrative electronic book.

I learned recently that they found St-Exupery’s downed plane in the sea. Not only this, but the German who shot him down came forward to own the kill. The irony was that Exupery was the Nazi pilot’s hero and had inspired him to fly in the first place. He had carried with him the fear and dread for all these years that he had shot down the writer/aviator and when they found the plane he knew from his flight log that it was his mission and his gun. Small world indeed.

Anyways the opening of Aakash’s show is thursday:

17 Frost and Bose Pacia Present: Aakash Nihalani
Thursday, October 9, 2008
7 – 10 pm

Located in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood, 17 Frost, an auxiliary venue of Bose Pacia New York, will now begin hosting performance and studio arts projects. We are excited to announce the inaugural event on Thursday, October 9. Please join us as we host New York based street artist, Aakash Nihalani, who will present his impromptu and ephemeral tape installations.

Bose Pacia
508 West 26th St, 11th FL
New York, NY 10001
T: 212.989.7074
F: 212.989.6982
mail@bosepacia.com
bosepacia.com

The music here is The Replacements: Can’t Hardly Wait

To Sleep. Perchance to Dream

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skulldream.jpgperchancetodream.jpgSlept the sleep of angels, or devils, or I don’t know what. No dreams on Friday, or Saturday, but this morning I played an elaborate image organ of my own unconscious construction. It seemed to mash up Hip Hop, punk, and classical music into some strange animated sound and image. Most Def by way of Beethoven… it was fun all morning as I came in and out of sleep.