Category Archives: New York

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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

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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.DFF09

Ha Ha Facade You Are

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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

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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.

Further Forward

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Dharma Bitch

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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?

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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

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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 (The Dead)

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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.