Much of my plotting and planing on Hub seems to relate to this map my father drew. To understand it, watch this. My mom dug it up for me and I thought I’d share it with you.
Category Archives: OMegg
Other Green Worlds
When I came back from Paris in 1998, I brought with me a stack of drawings and paintings and two gifts for Sylvie; an antique green glass fishing net float and and an antique green boule ball. I told her they were new green worlds, but of course they were also a joke about potency and my balls. She said to me, “You go to Paris and bring me back green balls? Why couldn’t you have gotten me a hand bag?” It’s just like a woman. You offer her a metaphor for your manhood and she demands a metaphor for the womb. You can’t win. But it’s fall again and the Osage oranges are falling in the park. I saw them yesterday on a long run, but everything had been smashed by a mower, or malevolent children. I ran back this afternoon on way to the vet for more dog drugs. I could only find two and it put me in mind of Paris.
Hanging Myself
MoonSet
Pax Perspective Quilt
Been sewing canvas and steatching canvas and editing vids and contemplating peace and perspective… now I’m turning my thoughts to cogs and cog repair.
Brooklyn Thermodynamics
More drawings of dear old dad on a morphine nod. I went down to the Storage locker yesterday to find my staple gun to streatch some canvases I’ve been stitching together from a sample book and fell on old drawings and storm clouds.
You Don't Have To Smile, Just Play
Notes on a busy social New York Week (in other words the crap left on my memory chip). THe paintings are front and back on a cigar box lid (mmm cedar and paint smell good). The face below was done while drinking Fra Angelico and listening to John Farrell sing…. Oh what a vineous night.
Pill Grim Progress
More rushes from the OMegg improv weekend, where in I visted Basquiat’s grave the day after the Let it Bleed roof improv. Not sure this will find it’s way into the finished product, but it was interestingly cathartic and went towards my notion of filming everything on the off chance I spontaneously ignited. See here for more rushes, etc. of this project.
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.
Cloudy Thoughts
I was going up to the Library by way of the park when thunderheads rushed in out of nowhere and ended a mess of kid’s field trip and a giant spike of electricity crashed down against the trees and it felt in the air and in the noise and in the light of it all like the end of the world. It got me thinking about armegeddon and this image of Hoover by Charles Mingus III that I’ve been wanting to share with you (follow the link to see more of his amazing work in various media). It also reminded me of this waking dream I had during the insomnia of La Rienne A Vegas weekend. I wrote it down in a red crayon at dawn.
Orson Whales is being featured on The Daily Reel and is well passed the 70,000 hits mark on Vimeo. Must try to get it screened somewhere in Hi Def.