My first draft of a Baltimore travevlog. Trying out the new HDV camera. Some technical glitches having to do with my learning curve perhaps, but maybe that’s part of this one’s charms. I shot HDV with a Canon HV-30, and shot flip, and shot stills on a Nikon Coolpix. Music is Brian Eno’s Music for Airports track 2 and ambient sound.
Category Archives: spring
Campus Taurus
I am visiting the campus of some university and I go to the art department, which is in a large modern building. The ground floor is a well lighted, airy, white wall gallery. It is full of people coming and going to classes and studios upstairs. As an art show, someone has put an enormous real live black bull in the lobby. I know its art because it’s dressed in a well tailored orange suit. Someone asks me if I’d like to ride the bull. It’s very tame I’m told, but when I get on it of course starts bucking all around the lobby. Everyone scatters and I dismount. They apologize and ask me if I’d like to join a tour of the campus. I say, “I’ve already joined a taurus of the kick ass” No one thinks it’s that funny, but I’m self amused and I go walk my dog around the park-like university. I turn my head for a minute and she gets off leash and I run around for hours looking for the old dog. Seems there is a lake in the center of things and she’s gone swimming.
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.
Kodachrome Nikon Daze
the animated bunny is from Brian Raszka for The Library Project. The first image is of my archive under my house in CT where all the old days are stored… outdoors… it’s a long story… you should read the old days of the blog, etc…. anyways I made that shit to last and last they shall and fuck time and fuck space and rain and….
gee don’t I sound like king lear?
Well a house devided, etc.
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.
Zarathustra's Secret Garden
A vlog fooling with painting and Lou Reed and Bowie and thoughts on upcoming Royal Wylds music Video for Kimbo and some documentationof my work next to Crista Grauer’s at Artflux last week and just, you know, loving spring in Beautiful Sugar Mountain Brooklyn.
Spring Mingus
Spring is exlopoding around me like fireworks. Had to take a break from the drawing and scanning to go look at magnolias and run.I wish you could smell this entry as well as see it… magnolias are sweet and the circus is in town. It’s also Charles Mingus’ birthday today. He would have been 85.
Butterflew
the Library project based vid Butterfly (A collab of A. Saunders, Raszka and Me) made the the daily reel top ten last week and since I’m below water working on Moby Dick, I thought I’d repost it along with a new Book Collab from Caroline VK of The Library project. The infinite butter.
A Pug Nose Vietnam
I remember that we would sweep up all the seed pods that gathered on the hot, slate deck and then throw them over the railing to watch them spin and flutter down to earth in the sunset like an armada of helicopters… You could peel back the ends and take out the seed and you’d be left with two sticky flaps that would stick to your nose and you’d look like Pinocchio, or Richard Nixon and at some point that made complete sense as they were both supposed to be liars. Whenever I see these things in spring and summer I think about the early seventies and Vietnam and Nixon.
Sakura SANd
I had a dream in which all the women I met were pregnant and they would appear at social functions thin and grinning and announce to the world that they were “due any minute”, or “expecting soon” which was quite normal, but for the fact that they didn’t appear pregnant at all.
Later, You would see the women on the street suddenly shiver and swell up and go into labor – instead of producing babies – they would burst forth great billows of pink taffeta and silk. It was like a little improvised explosion of bright fabric and all around the city you would see more and more women so adorned, as if in ball gowns and prom dresses.