Category Archives: portrait

Wild And Free

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THIS SUNDAY – OPEN STAGE @ 17 FROST

MUSIC, POETRY, & SHORT FILM (10-15 minute sets, please bring Movies on DVD )

WILLIAMSBURG, L TRAIN BEDFORD, NORTH TO 10TH, RIGHT TO FROST & UNION

17 FROST STREET

ALL SETS WILL BE RECORDED FOR FREE

REFRESHMENTS WILL BE AVAILABLE

CONTACT: INFO@17FROST.COM

Here Is a portrait of me by Loxy Fady drawn during yesterday’s art class. We thought it looked like a Wild Thing and I drew in the horns.

Lonely New Year

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Better half got stuck in Pittsburgh due to wind and ice, etc. New Years was a mellow affair. Hung out with some friends. Watched fireworks in the frigid wind.

Screaming Guitar

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screamingguitar.jpgSaturday after Halloween was an H day: Hung over we ate Hamburgers and watched Horror movies… Today it’s back to Hub and working on the preface part which I started writing late on halloween night a bit haunted by wine. It’s kind of a violent death haunted period I was writing on and it sort felt right to commune with those ghosts on all Hallow’s eve. Naturally today I deleted everything I wrote and started over, but the genearl map I’d left myself at 1:30 a.m. Friday was indispensable. Here’s a painting on a toy guitar that I’ve been working on for a few weeks.

Walking on Carousel

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

In Imago Speramus (1,000 Bills)

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

Hanging Myself

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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…