Hanging Myself September 23, 2008 by alex 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…
Conversations With Myself June 5, 2008 by alex Recently, I’ve had cause to want to point out the documentary bits out of my last couple of shows in Portland and New York. They were extruded onto the blog in bits and pieces several months back. I thought it might be nice to have them all together in one entry so that I could just forward that link to people. It becomes something like a four channel video piece if you can play them all at the same time, or a story if you play them in order. The box gif is new.
Monkeybook 3 August 28, 2007 by alex A full moon over blue brooklyn and room full of librarians at Monkeytown where a few of my vids were shown along with the presentation by The Institute for the Future of the Book to the the desk set.
A full moon over blue brooklyn and room full of librarians at Monkeytown where a few of my vids were shown along with the presentation by The Institute for the Future of the Book to the the desk set.
