New York – IT IN Place

Muchmore Murals

alex — Wed, 29 Jan 2014 19:50:54 +0000

Local coffe stop, bar and live performance venue Muchmore’s asked me to come up with some ideas for a mural on their facade. Here’s my first thoughts.

Asylum

alex — Mon, 27 Jan 2014 17:19:51 +0000

Click here to view the embedded video.

LSG, CaanKnee, IT In, Yoko, and John collab

At My Grave

alex — Mon, 08 Jul 2013 02:46:47 +0000

Spent the Holiday working on the animation and helping to edit the cage project. Here is some video I shot of Donald Johnson at Frost street witht he cage masks projected behind.

Skyline

alex — Wed, 15 May 2013 02:34:32 +0000

Spain went to New York.

Artown

alex — Fri, 07 May 2010 01:36:06 +0000

Chuck

alex — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 02:00:49 +0000

Thoughts on street art and thoughts on my street, etc. from right before I left for Cali.

Ex Requiem Mass

alex — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 16:32:23 +0000

This is a strange account of my life of late… nothing but the creative foment of destruction and upheaval leading one hopes to some greater clarity, order and good. My ex went down to Mexico and let, or asked me to watch her place, move the car, sign for packages, etc. I ended up quite sick and bed ridden in a midnight fever sweat of memories good and bad and the crazy sense that the dead dog was following me around the apartment. Haunting. Meanwhile the studio is nearly as broke up as my love life. Still I know the new year will come with order and a biting cold. Pax

Pot Luck

alex — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:38:27 +0000

Press the photo to see the play list for Sunday’s Pot Luck Open Mic. It was our biggest turn out and this time people brought food and drinks (a behavior I really want to encourage people!). Lot’s of old friends and new friends and many perfect strangers. I painted one singer, Carly Howard with ink on piece of scrap sheet rock while other people created a slew of drawings. I hung some on the wall.

The Streets of Perception

alex — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:38:14 +0000

From Wall Street To The Tombs

alex — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:22:41 +0000

Wanted to try a traveling time lapse. I jerry rigged a tripod with a counter weight to try an make a sort of steady cam jib. A bit more wobbly than I’d hoped. Maybe do it right and do it HD, but I like the idea. We wanted to go from power to prison, but it turns out they will try and take your video if you shoot a NY prison. Luckily me and my partner in crime threw around a whole lot of charm and rescued the shot.

Music Psychopop by Javier Hernandez-Miyares.

To Give a Love, You have to Live A Love

alex — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:07:36 +0000

To Live a Love You Have To Be Part of…..

Something? Some recent Zipperhead shots and time lapses I wanted to play with.

Crying a Lot 49 Open Mic (Cryptic)

alex — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 20:49:22 +0000

Sunday
17 Frost Street 11211
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
7pm-9pm Music, Poetry, Short Films
All sets under 15 minutes,
Bring films on DVD
info@17frost.com
718-551-4771

Disposable Film Festival NYC

alex — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:44:15 +0000

Disposable Film Fest ’09 Promo from Disposable Film Festival on Vimeo.

The’ll be screening Polyethylene Bag here Tuesday night. Come say hi.

We’re back at Anthology Film Archive with another great line up of films! Fresh off the boat from screenings in London, Paris, and Brussels, we’ll start the evening with a selection of films from our 2009 program, including the work of Fritz Donnelly.

We’ll then move straight into the World Premiere of Buttons Vol 2, a full-length disposable film by New York’s own Red Bucket Films!

Program Starts at 8pm.
Tickets are $10, only at the door.
Anthology is located at 32 2nd Avenue, between 1st and 2nd St (closest stop is the F,V)

Hope to see you there!

Moon Ticks

alex — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:48:30 +0000

Moonatic from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Long Legged Ladies

alex — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 15:53:02 +0000

Walk up and down the city streets in silk summer skirts and tall boots. Maybe its all the rain? Here is a work in progress.

Cigargoyles

alex — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 19:30:56 +0000

You can archeologically see that the surviving fat cats just got their bonuses… cigars seen in Chelsea outside the Scores strip club, etc. Cohibas wash up in the gutters hardly smoked and was downtown shooting Wall Street and the courts for possible Zipperhead use… thought I’d throw a few things together just to see what works…

I Swallowed A Bug…A Lady Bug

alex — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 04:02:53 +0000

and no doubt Leviathan-like I spat her out on the other side of the river… this time in Harlem with chef Brad and his Bride Kerri-Anne. Food that explains why people love food.

Jung Lions

alex — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:49:51 +0000

Installing the Lions with Javier at the New York Public Library.

Shabbos

alex — Sun, 31 May 2009 13:58:11 +0000

The weekend so far. Friday through Sunday early morning and on Sunday I rest (probably not).

Memorial Daze

alex — Wed, 27 May 2009 23:26:20 +0000

Back to work after a blaze of strange daze. Glad to be back at the grind stone, but here’s some memories and memorials to the strains of The Kinks, “Days”.

AfteRain See Chelsea Sea

alex — Mon, 11 May 2009 20:34:30 +0000

Did a Birthday Art Crawl Friday and actually had a nice time talking to people in the Picasso show and running into old friends from the Allan Stone Gallery. It felt the Neo Good Old Days… and boy could that Picasso fucker paint. It was one of those rainy Chelsea spring days where you somtimes have to duck into a little pub for a whiskey while the rain blows over. It reminded me of this Coltrane song and also this older vide with The Velvets and Nico doing Chealsea girl. 2006 I think. It was raining then too.

Hey Kerry Ann (Screen Test)

alex — Fri, 01 May 2009 23:48:32 +0000

Up on Judy’s roof the ladies were talking about food. Some people you know, you always think: “They should be on Camera.” Kerry Ann is one of those people. Fortunately the camera seems to love her.

Pablo Neruda York

alex — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 13:23:30 +0000

Everything feels like a love poem in New York. The place is littered with the confetti of a million flowers. Alas my beloved has allergies.

A picasso I saw down in Baltimore and the Court house hidden by cherry blossoms.

Some Dim Sunday Dim Sum

alex — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 07:21:00 +0000

Taking the time to relax a bit and eat some good food and read, etc. Recharging the batteries I’ve worn out the last few months… and painting in oils mostly lately… so you won’t be seeing much of them for a few months…. or years. Oil painting, for me, is about collecting time as much as anything else. They are fetishes as much as images.

The Whole Blooming City

alex — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 18:13:13 +0000

The city looks and smells like heaven

Looking Up

alex — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:23:51 +0000

The other day I walked home from midtown Manhattan and I noticed that there was a lot of new and interesting architecture going up around the city and it’s outer boroughs. It’s very strange that we are supposed to be in such a shitty financial state, when all of these interesting places are just coming onto the market. If anyone has a lot of empty office/residential space in one of these beauties, I here by volunteer to act as your artist in residence and turn the space into a fun gallery/installation/performance space. Seems like a good way to get people to see your new facility. Contact me. We’ll do lunch. This is a new residential tower near insurance row in the twenties and below that is the side of the new Cooper Union building (which given it’s location next to a tower that clearly borrows a glass idea from the Chelsea AIC building) looks like a sort of knock off Frank Gehry building… in the manner of Canal Street designer hand bags… but you know it still looks pretty good and goes with your shoes, or whatever.

Bitter Sweet

alex — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:27:08 +0000

Played this mashup edit along with the original movie last night at Frost. I may play some more with it some more but right now is a sort of fluxus collage.

Fine Art

alex — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 08:31:54 +0000

Saw an old man posing in a second story window facing out on Flatbush Avenue. He reminded me of a naked Walt Whitman. Set up my small painting studio at frost and on my wander over bridges to shoot Manhattan, I saw this bit of street art which made me drop my pack and pull out the still camera. I think its on Kent by the water in Williamsburgh.

Alex's Frozen End

alex — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:10:46 +0000

I went down to the Brooklyn Promenade to try and shoot lower Manhattan in time lapse for Sineparade’s Zipperhead backgrounds. It had rained furiously all night and the news said there would be blustery winds blowing the system out to sea. I expected dramatic cloud movement, but what I didn’t expect was winds that could pick up my tripod and blow it down the boardwalk. I wore two sweaters and a jacket and still the wind went right through me and the tripod shook and vibrated in the wind. So I found a little spot at the beginning of the promenade where a sign reads: “end”. I set the tripod against the wall of a brownstone that acted as a windbreak. But now I was in shadow and I could suddenly see my breath fog and blow away and it was way too windy to read through my manuscript for an upcoming reading/ screening at Frost. Believe me I tried and I almost ended up with the whole sheaf of papers blown out to sea. So I just stood there freezing as the camera slowly clicked away the half minutes. I tried to roll a cigarette to pass the time, but it ended in comic disaster.

Back Seat Back Light

alex — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 20:15:35 +0000

Driving back from Jersey Around Midnight.

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alex — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:23:45 +0000

I was out with actor friends last night. I miss being an actor. But I’m doing a reading April 4 at Frost Street. Oh to strut the boards. This vid is an inside joke and mostly just raw. I got home at about 1 and just uploaded it with the Bealtles Revolution 9. Older vid that reverences Ellis Gallagher’s work.

Fuck Off, I Love You from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Disposable Film Festival

alex — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:27:58 +0000

Polyethylene Bag in Disposable Film Festival on Vimeo is in the running for Audience Choice Award. This is mostly an attempt by the festival to drive eyes to their channel to watch the program, but Hey all you have to do is press the heart like button in the upper right corner of the vid and that counts as a vote for me. I could win a bleedin’ cell phone, or a remote controlled dinosaur. I’m actually more interested in the offspring of these two devices… a sort of remote controlled video cell phone dinosaur, but that’s maybe next year’s prize? Just press the DFF logo and it will take you to their channel. Vote Poly Ethylene Bag and vote often.

Last Bite Reminder

alex — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 15:20:33 +0000

Last Bite
Closing party for Alex Itin: FROST BITE
Friday March 13th
17 Frost Street
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
(between Union and Lorimer)
Featuring performances by:
The Royal Wylds, Afro Mantra, and Sineparade

7:00- 10:30 p.m.

Ha Ha Facade You Are

alex — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:10:01 +0000

Went walking around Chelsea Galleries yesterday. A very poor day for art. Some nice late Louise Nevelson’s at Pace and an interesting show on Manzoni at Gagosian. They included a great deal of pieces by Manzoni’s contemporaries as a way of contextualizing his career. However, most everyone else came off better than the show’s subject. The show is worth a look and there is a lot of great work there, but mostly it’s not by Manzoni (though there were a few pieces of his that I liked quite a bit). Not much else worth mentioning.

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.

Further Forward

alex — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 17:50:07 +0000

Dharma Bitch

alex — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:22:14 +0000

Working at the studio and working at home. Got a new scanner printer and in the morning I drew 12 frames and fed them into the document feeder and scan scan scan, the whole stack is done. I could have saved days of my life with this thing. It may allow me to make a lot of relatively quick animations for videos, etc… or one big one?

XmassXpress

alex — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 20:11:57 +0000

Playing with my new toy: a little Flip video camera on the train to Connecticut and back for the Holidays. In NYC I saw this apparition wearing punk elf gear and a gold boombox backpack played campy Christmas carols. He was strolling and posing through the subway and the station. It’s the kind of eccentricity that makes you miss New York when you are away from her.

Opportunity Frost Bit

alex — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 07:02:04 +0000

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 (The Dead)

alex — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 04:42:06 +0000

I’m working on a new show in Williamsburgh Brooklyn that will be a sort of survey of all the art I’ve made since the war started. Death is all around us. Sometimes we forget the dead and so I thought I’d start with my own recent loss.

I took all of Bailey’s toys and threw them on the naked white paper to start. Then I used them as brushes and mops along with my best calligraphy brushes. The central idea of the drawing came from a sketch I’ve been working on with pencil and an old white enamel fridge door. It says Welbuilt.

This is the first of maybe many large works to illustrate the themes I’ve been on since 2003, but anyway one should begin with Joyce and Mingus and so I did….Plus the snow was faintly falling and falling faintly on New York.

Music Between Galleries

alex — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 15:41:23 +0000

Music Between Galleries. from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
A remix of yesterday’s post… this focusing on live music I caught while running around to lots of art last week. The original video description: Ran around to see lots of art this week… Manhattan on Thursday, Bushwick on Saturday, Bburgh on Sunday, but I tried to take a second to smell the music. The piano is from a screening at Bushnik space, where someone installed a sodium vapor lamp that takes a few minutes to warm up and then blinds the room. They showed a couple of my vids and a bunch of other great stuff. The guitarist I saw at the Metropolitan stop. And here is the sort of Mystery Science version of Eat A Bug and me at Coney.

Let's Go Trippin'

alex — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 17:11:45 +0000

Let’s Go Trippin from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
Running around New York looking at Art and the city with an old Beach Boys song.

Three Thievesgiving

alex — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 18:24:04 +0000

I met them on the steps of Sacre Coeur. Several flights up I’d watched some French teens trying to figure out the words to old Doors songs on an acoustic guitar. I still have all of Morrison’s words etched into my brain from my teenage years and so I helped them sing and they passed me a hash joint and we sung Break On Through and the sun was high up in the gambling lamb clouds and I felt a sudden and complete love of everything…. We talked about Pere La Chaise where Morrison is buried and they insisted I should visit (though I never did) and leave a bottle of whiskey.

So when I walked on and down the grand stairs and met the Three Thieves, I was in a good mood. They were sitting on the steps rolling a joint and drinking beer and watching someone juggle down the way. I’m not sure how we got to talking, but they offered me the joint and I declined as I was already feeling better than fine…. But I was lonely as I always was in Paris and so we got to talking. Two of them were white and one was muslim: probably Moroccon or Algerian. I’d noticed that there was very little integration in Paris. The Muslims and white French seemed to occupy the same city, but live entirely separate lives…only interacting on a very formal level, like buying bread, or selling hash. It was very weird coming from New York where, as separate as things are, you just end up knowing all sorts of people. Paris felt very tribal. I started asking them about this and then the red head said, “It is weirder still. I am a Jew, he is a Catholic, and he is a Muslim.”

I thought, gee these guys are like a U.N. stamp, or something. How beautiful is that!

The Three Thieves made a great first impression. I found them again a few days later in the gathering evening walk that had become my habit. After the drawings were done and before the Hub, I would make a point to climb up the hill and get some exercise and look out over Paris so as not to forget exactly where I was. They were behind the cathedral and down the side stairs in a little park with a box of cheap, warm beer. They recognized me and offered me a beer and we drank and talked in the little park for a while. When the beer was all done, we climbed down into the town and they started asking me if I could pitch in for some more beer. I told them I had no cash, but maybe we could find a store that took a credit card. By that time, however, that neighborhood was a ghost town, so instead we stopped into a little café and I agreed to buy them one round of beer. We drank and all was good. When the check came, the problems arrived. As happened frequently, the card was declined (I never used my credit cards back in the States, so Everytime I used it in Paris, the security feature would kick in and they would freeze it and I would have to call and explain that I was traveling… A hassle). I explained the situation to them. They started to act very offended. Like I was trying to rip them off. They had given me their beer and I had promised to buy them a round. So what is the problem? One of them pulled out a wad of francs and told the waiter they could pay for theirs and they did and then I told the waiter to run the card again for less money. He did and it worked finally.

The boys walked out of the cafe waited out front and I stayed back to sign the bill. The waiter said to me in confidence, “Those boys you are with are no good. They are bad. I know them. You should not be with such people.”

At the time I took it as an example of French Prejudice. They weren’t bad, they were misunderstood. They were a U.N. stamp. They were a walking trio of peace.

Now I started to walk home, buzzed and tired, and annoyed by the damn card and they followed me and started saying that I owed them money for their beers. I said I was sorry. They said it was okay. I told them they were a trio of peace and they seemed to like that. I went on my swiss rant and explained my manic ideas about the cross and the four corners of the earth and how the Swiss were the watch and the sword and I showed them my fake swiss army watch and my real swiss army knife and I told them the story of the five soldiers formed into the shape of a Pentagon defeating the Roman Legion and how you could hijack a plane with swiss knife, but they still let you fly with it (this was in 1998). They got very chummy. They asked if I liked Hashish. I said sometimes. They said, tomorrow we get good Hashsish. I said tomorrow is tomorrow now I’m tired. One of them pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. I got one of mine and he gave me his lighter. It was a zippo. I held his zippo and he asked to see my watch. The other asked to see my knife and since I’d been talking about the shapes of shields I gladly obliged and lit my cigarette and then the third took out his cigarette and naturally I passed the lighter along and suddenly they backed up and I realized I was without knife or watch, or zippo… (the watch was a twenty dollar Chinatown fake, but they didn’t know that). I said, give me my things back.

You owe us for the beer, one said.
Yes, we ended up having to pay for ourselves and the beer we gave you on the hill.
Yes. You should give us something.
Give me my things back.
All you have to do is give us your passport… then we give you back your things.
Now I saw the shape of the Con. American passports are a great prize, but an expensive hassle to replace while traveling. Plus, who knew who would get into the my country with my passport.? Suddenly this weird trio of peace looked like a conspiracy of organized crime, or terrorists and I became very patriotic and refused on principle to part with the documents I wore around my neck from a purse like a talisman.

No way fellas, I said. Over my dead body.

It is not hard for you to get a new one… you just go to the embassy.

Then out of the night came a flick and then two and then they walked into a building and I realized that this scene was unfolding right in front of the police station. How dumb were these kids…. How dumb was I?

D’accord I said and walked over to the police station and began to try to explain in my tattered French that these three kids had just stolen my watch and knife and were trying to steal my passport.

The French cops just looked at me…dumb. And Laughed. I got Irate. Les Voleurs Les Volerus La Bas! Vite.

They couldn’t have gotten far and I ran out and sure enough two of them were just up the hill and one was hiding under a car right in front of the police station. Something out of Silent movie ensued. I went under the car and he popped out, I popped out and he went back under.

The flicks were standing there laughing. I understood at once why the world hates French People and Cops… French Cops are in a league of their own.

I’m yelling for the flicks to shoot him already. Tue les Voleurs!

They did nothing and he ran out the back and I went after him and he caught up with the other two and…. I ran and ran and then realized that it would be three against one and they had my knife….and I stopped and stood in the cobble street for minute catching my breath.

I knew where they lived anyway. I went home furious and stewed about it. Drinking the warm beer I had in my room and wishing I’d stayed there and drank alone, or gone to Hub, or done anything, but meet up with these Three Thieves who had looked so Biblical there by the Trinity of Sacre Coeur.

And that’s where I found them two days later… Just sitting there about 100 meters below. I skipped down the white stairs and placed my index finger on the right temple of the central sitter… I think it was the Jew who had been the one under the car. I did this because it is the most vulnerable part of the human body and if you can get close enough to touch it, you are close enough to kill the man you are touching… if I had a knife, or even a chop stick, I could insert it there directly into his brain. I then recited the crazy Ezekial speech from Pulp Fiction, because I didn’t know what else to say and I figured it was some scary shit to yell at someone sitting in front of a Cathedral and I always liked Ezekial anyway …. A wheel within a wheel turning.

Having, in my own manic mind, proved my point I continued down the stairs towards Montmartre. Behind they yelled for me to come back.

We have your stuff

We were kidding.

Come on. We’ll smoke some Hash. It’s all good.

But they were dead to me already. They were the trinity without Christ…Just Three Thieves and I walked down the hill like it was Golgotha. I saw them many times, but never spoke with them again. I bought a plastic watch and a new Swiss Knife from two beautiful girls at a little store in Pigalle. One was Jewish and the other Muslim. I told them I didn’t know if I wanted to live or die any more. I was so disappointed with the world.

They said Vivre. Vivre.

It’s amazing how two pretty girls telling you to Live can make you feel like doing exactly that.

The End is Nigh

alex — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 19:13:30 +0000

This is the last week of my show “Reading Room” at USSA. You can make an appointment and visit all week, or we’ll be having a closing party Friday, Oct. 31st: Halloween, from 6-9… Stop by before haunting the rest of the night.

Here’s a little time lapse and some stills from last friday when some friends stopped by for a visit. Sound track is the Rev. Al Green talking and rehearsing. I made this post on a sunday… and for me…Al Green is a church I can get along with.

Walking Home

alex — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:33:47 +0000

Went on a epic walk home from 34th street. The whole city lit up electric as the sun set and CMJ is in town so all down Bowery I saw the guitar carrying hipsters and rock and roll chicks with leather and lipstick and cigarettes dangling on line to get into this or that party and hear these and those bands. None of that could be as good as the view from the bridge. Glorious.

Walking on Carousel

alex — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 15:31:27 +0000

A new Paris painting and an old Coney Island video (now in HD).

Remain In Light

alex — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:53:30 +0000

This whole process of writing is fraught with deep oceans of doubt. I try to remain positive about my self and my memories, but of course I am reliving some idiot times. This is an old video from two or so years ago, but is now in HD and properly deinterlaced. The sound track is a mash up of Glass’ Einstein on the Beach, playing at various speeds.

Sweet

alex — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 19:38:52 +0000

Went on the bummer to a rather staggering party at what used to be The Tunnel (and now they call it the Tobacco Warehouse). It was sponsored by the Food Network and Perrier Jouet so there was a lot of Champagne and all sorts of world class pastry chefs knocking out sweet stuff and a devilish selection of after dinner type drinks (scotch and port and absinthe). Too much fun.

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

Fluxed Up

alex — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 14:21:35 +0000

Fluxed Up from MariaNYC on Vimeo.
Wonderful documentation of my USSA show by Maria Niro with some real live fluxus (well recorded and found on Ubu Web) music and poetry: Poem Whispered History of Art / Robert Fillou
Overlaid on Symphony Natura/ Henning Christiansen.
Followed by Ground Swell solo sax by Colin Stetson

In Imago Speramus (1,000 Bills)

alex — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:21:59 +0000

Each page $100. Use the video counter. Buy in bulk for great savings!

Roughrost

alex — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 19:17:18 +0000

Monday I went to see my old friend Javier rehearse with SINEPARADE in a new space, tucked away in a little hidden corner of Williamsburg. I did some timelapses of the band and Aakash Nihalani making a mural out of tape. Plus there’s some footage that MariaNYC shot at my installation last week and a garbage truck full of tomatoes, and the music here is an old song Javier made for an e-book of mine: Morococo, and then on the way to the L train we passed a parade of cop cars: 20 fucking cop cars. A good Monday.

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…

Sight, Sound and Fury

alex — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 21:41:47 +0000

A collaborative souvenir of my last show at Monkeytown made mostly by MariaNYC with some shots of mine and the voice over. A strange sad tale told by an idiot.

Reading Room

alex — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:20:54 +0000

Friends,

I will be filling four walls with a floor to ceiling installation of images extruded over the last several years for the Art Blog: IT IN Place:
http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/

The work will include drawings and collage made over the pages of Fluxus, Time Life Collectibles, and Ulysees. A selection of animations and experimental videos will be projected into the grid of pages.

The Opening is Friday September 26th from 6:00 to 11:00 at USSA Fine Arts which is located in Willamsburgh Brooklyn, right along the Williamsburgh Bridge, between Bedford and Berry Avenues:
109 South 5th Street #204
Brooklyn, NY
718 305 1676

There will be live music and refreshments. I hope to see you there. The installation will be up for about a month. Please forward the invite to anyone you think might be interested.

thanx,

alex

The Dark Side of the Loon

alex — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 09:16:28 +0000

There was a rainbow around the moon tonight at ten and I ran up to the roof to watch the lunatic clouds flowing by all back lit in a Pink Floyd prism and I was thinking about Rick Wright dying and David Foster Wallace hanging himself from the end of an infinite jest and the stink of sepsis fills the house from the necrotic tumor of my slowly dying dog and it was another day at the vet with free falling finance and the threat of reemergent Republicans buzzing in my ear from my little A.M. radio I use to keep my self from going insane, or it’s opposite. So I thought of the Organ opening to Us and Them from the Dark Side of the Moon and decided to share it with you. A little memorial service from the cathedral of cold front clouds.

The Big Plunge

alex — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 23:46:11 +0000

You see them now in the corner of your eyes all about the city: the sleepers. Face down on the cement of the Manhattan Bridge walkway, passed out on the A-train, gone under a shell of cardboard on a SoHo loading dock, lingering in the Lower East Side door step. They are out of it: unconscious, unkempt, uncaring. It must be Afghani heroin.

Impossible Monsters

alex — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 17:48:37 +0000

The summer seems to end in a late night taxi ride.

Walking Falls

alex — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:36:19 +0000

Took an epic walk yesterday from lower Manhattan, over bridges and along the waterfront and saw all the falls for the first time in a single panoramic afternoon. They are not my favorite moment in public art, but seen in the context of the landscape in time, the city as journey; I found some sort of poetry in them. From a great distance, some of them actually do give the illusion of waterfalls. There was some thing akin to those Chinese scrolls with poems and landscape waterfall all made of black ink, only here it was a poem of steel and water… but that may have been the perverse influence of dim sum earlier.

In A Silent Way

alex — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:46:10 +0000

A mash up of new timelapse and old gif. Trying to relax before the show.