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Fin Again

alex — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 20:48:09 +0000

Fin Again from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Another mundane epic.

Paris Underground Skin

alex — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 16:48:05 +0000

First two collages made with U U at Café Sauvignon on the left bank. We were tearing up maps and The Little Prince.

Penser

alex — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 19:03:21 +0000

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

alex — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 13:58:06 +0000

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

alex — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 18:20:03 +0000

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

alex — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 05:26:08 +0000

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

alex — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:19:34 +0000

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

alex — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 05:03:19 +0000

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

alex — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:58:28 +0000

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

alex — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:25:28 +0000

Slept 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.

Hanging Myself

alex — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000

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…

Conversations With Myself

alex — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 18:20:24 +0000

Recently, I’ve had cause to want to point out the documentary bits out of my last couple of shows in Portland and New York. They were extruded onto the blog in bits and pieces several months back. I thought it might be nice to have them all together in one entry so that I could just forward that link to people. It becomes something like a four channel video piece if you can play them all at the same time, or a story if you play them in order. The box gif is new.

Fusilli

alex — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:49:06 +0000

I visit a friend’s studio and he has created a staircase like a large fusilli pasta. It is a spiral ramp of plaster up to his loft. I see there are tons of my book page drawings layed out on the ramp. I find it difficult to climb the thing. It is so steep and smooth and I’m wearing socks and keep slipping down and scattering the pages.

Rat

alex — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:52:57 +0000

This I made before the vid, but when I found the thumbnail, I thought it spoke to the same question.

LOOPloop

alex — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 16:12:26 +0000

draw a loop and repeat that loop

Meat Sky

alex — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 18:23:18 +0000

Ridge and Root

alex — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 03:09:18 +0000

Pavillion

alex — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 02:14:24 +0000

Think Ink

alex — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:30:01 +0000