Category Archives: painting

The End of the Meal

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I was over at Frost Street last night working out a Narration idea with the fellas in Sineparade when the trinity collaboration crew of the next show showed up (Akaash Nihalani, Posterboy, and Ellis Gallagher). No one was quite sure when they were going to, but they did, so suddenly I was rushing to photograph some things and start tearing down the walls. I’m trying to document the dissolve from one show to the next and so far the video looks good, but I’m holding off to see what today brings. Here’s the big trinity of eaters that I shot yesterday. Press the image to see it large.

Long Gone Train

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One of the first Artists I met in New York, Richard Heinsohn, came up from Nashville (where he beat a retreat from the cruel and fickle New York Art World to concentrate on his guitar and songs). He was up to visit our old Gallery gather some new paintings from a recent show there and play a couple of gigs in Dumbo. He stopped by Frost Street with our Buddy Major Tom Drum to see my show and collaborate on the long scroll…. and you know…. drink beer. Dave was practicing and the P.A. was up and the mikes hot and the nylon string classical guitar tuned up (not Richard’s normal instrument) and I asked Richard to play us a song then. I haven’t heard him in a few years and clearly Nashville has been good to his music. It’s nice to see someone grow in their talent over time. If you click on his name at the start of this post, you can check out his recent paintings too. We agreed that the key to life as an artist is: not to die.

Give Me A Leonard Cohen Afterworld

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So I can sigh eternally. I tried to go to a friends play, but I got sort of lost and when I finally found the theater I couldn’t go in because the door entered onto the stage. I tried to sneak in, but found myself face to face with the audience and so I retreated back to Frost street and drank some jug wine and pretended I was on stage, which in some way I was.

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.

Wyld Bites

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In what feels like a flow of collaborative energy, I spent yesterday editing some footage shot by Dave Scarborough from my opening party of The Royal Wylds playing 17 Frost Street. I quite enjoy how the talking head sometimes seems to synch with Will Croxton’s vocals. A great software program would be to take the thousand head man and build a audio sensitive logarithm that could fit the face to certain key vowel and consonant sounds in speech so that the head would be like a giant Wizard of Oz and would synch up behind the singer, or comic, or performer, or whatever. Oh if I knew anything about computers I’d do it. But even in this ambient accidental method, it’s a pretty funny trick. Later that afternoon I played with some of Akaash’s tapes on the floor: letting them and the tiles dictate some abstract gestures, etc. I’m hoping he’ll swing by and work into it. Ironing out details on the closing party. More on that later.

Love Plus Zero No Limit

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Wishing you a Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be doing a screening Sunday Febuary 22nd at 3pm at 17 Frost Street. I’m toying with the idea of making Lolita the invite/movie poster. It might be the only way I get it together for SuperTrash anyways.

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.

Somewhere Under The Table

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Another invite another vlog. Setting up gear and finishing the first large work on paper I started back in December. Javier keeps a little music box among all his high tech boxes… Over the rainbow, under the table and around the corner.

Further Forward

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Obamanation

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It snowed and so the world looked better already. I went to see the inauguration at Monkeytown and Obama gave a great speech and the world looked better still. So I went to 17 Frost to try and make the installation look a little better too.

I was also struck at how Cheney in a wheel chair seemed to channel Barrymore as Mr. Potter in Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life:
The abomination of the last eight years gives way to the ObamaNation seeking inspiration.