ulysees – IT IN Place

Fin Again

alex — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 20:48:09 +0000

Another mundane epic.

No

alex — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:58:41 +0000

I added this just so it would have a roof on the story.
This is the first shot I took in Paris, somewhere near Gare du Nord heading up towards Montmartre. I ended up returning on Bloomsday. I’d say more, but I’m beat. It all started with a Greek at the JFK bar and then I met a Greek woman in Paris who gave me a pack of wonderful Greek cigarettes, but it ended up all Irish in the end, yes?

When I Paint Over My Masterpiece

alex — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:29:54 +0000

Took down the Reading Room show on Tuesday. It was the end of something and I carried the whole show in two hands like a Salesman with Samples and got home to see the beginning of something else. Death of a Salesman, Birth of a Nation, etc.

Hanging Myself

alex — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000

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…

Reading Room

alex — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:20:54 +0000

Friends,

I will be filling four walls with a floor to ceiling installation of images extruded over the last several years for the Art Blog: IT IN Place:
http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/

The work will include drawings and collage made over the pages of Fluxus, Time Life Collectibles, and Ulysees. A selection of animations and experimental videos will be projected into the grid of pages.

The Opening is Friday September 26th from 6:00 to 11:00 at USSA Fine Arts which is located in Willamsburgh Brooklyn, right along the Williamsburgh Bridge, between Bedford and Berry Avenues:
109 South 5th Street #204
Brooklyn, NY
718 305 1676

There will be live music and refreshments. I hope to see you there. The installation will be up for about a month. Please forward the invite to anyone you think might be interested.

thanx,

alex

Iron Snow

alex — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 19:04:12 +0000

The snow on the iron fence reminded me of the drawing(s) I did yesterday in the time life book about collecting. In this case, collecting books. The word Youth is from A Matisse illstrated edition of Ulysees.

HD Pages

alex — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:41:03 +0000

New Hd versions of my book animations become sort of mash ups of mashups if you can play both at the same time.

Brown Ain't No Place For White Shoes

alex — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 13:13:33 +0000

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

alex — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:20:26 +0000

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.

Zarathustra's Secret Garden

alex — Wed, 23 May 2007 08:29:03 +0000

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.

Pittsburgh Going Ashore – Pittsburgh Coming Aboard

alex — Tue, 22 May 2007 14:15:53 +0000

ABC is as easy as 1 2 3 as easy as Do Ray Me, you see?

Once I saw the changing of command on the USS Pittsburgh at Grotton, CT with my brother from a Bolex mother. When The Captain leaves the ship they blow a dog whistle and say: “Pittsburgh going Ashore.” It is as if the soul of the boat has left the boat. When The new Captain walks the gangplank, the dog whistle is blown in opposite progression and the Ensign speaks these magic jazz hand words: “Pittsburgh Coming Aboard!” and it is as if the boat is born again.

Me and Pat call melady Young Pas (or green onion in Korean, or Sly to the Midwesterners or Sylvie to you… etc.): Pittsburgh. She is the Captain my Captain. She is the queen of that little steel Swiss, but rusting Town in the middle of the Eastern Sea Board. I was throwing out all my old clothes yesterday and getting rid of all the wire and plastic hangers… nothing but wood is good quoath Pittsburgh and I concurred while wearing the buddhist Stettson and the silk guns and the Star Wars blasters still in the a tiny casket to be burried by the IRA somwhere beside the river Liffey. I tripped and fell upon a Bazooka shell full of old memories of Pittsburgh’s youth and there were steller shots of her as Stella amongst the stars and my street car named desire and some calling cards from old beaux and a shot of her leaning away from a dire wolf… him stealling kisses and trying to eat her heart out and I realize it is good to walk with pax but always have silk guns in a silk casket somewhere… the silent big stick as the Church on the Hill said, or was it The Mac daddy Author, or Ike? Yes Ike who I like if only because he said, “Beware the military industrial complex”… The king can speak the truth, but the wolves are still there… stealing kisses, and hearts, and gold, and souls.

I became quite green with jealousy looking at the explosive contents of the shell… and then I found a receipt for the first futon we ever shared and a letter I wrote to fair Pittsburgh in Pittsburgh when I was in the Tower of Pain and hats and song. It was not the most regal of things… a manic all night scrawl on yellow legal paper… but you know what? It was really a very romantic letter. It brought a single tear to my eye that dropped into the vast Atlantic… How can a shell hold such wealth I thought? For in that moment I realized that this was a contract signed thirteen years ago… So Why has it taken me so long to honor it and honor fair Pittsburgh?

… Because you see, I have been hiding in plain sight, playing the fool on the hill. Now it is time to wear the purple robes and take the crown that is mine. Today Pittsburgh. Tomorrow the world. It is my job to be her knight in shining armor coming to her emotional rescue on a fine Arab charger. It is my job to keep the dire wolves at bay. Hail Pittsburgh hail the Queen.

I was at Freddy’s the night Sly Fox left for Las Vegas and I gave two guys my moleskin and said, “Make me a drawing, buy me a beer…sort of as a joke…and I went outside to smoke… when I got back they had drawn this and bought me a magic hat #9… it is names of the superbowl champion (two years in a row) Steelers from the seventies when I used to wear the black and gold slicker to protect me from the hard rain…. Coin see dances coincidences…. They were Pittsburgher… friends from many moons ago… reunited in the city on a drunkes Spree… fiddle di di.

Drunken Boat

alex — Sun, 20 May 2007 13:10:45 +0000

Oh the honey and the wine and women and song did pour fourth from the mouth of a yellow whale, where I crashed upon the shore of some magnificent island populated by circe and her two sisters yin and yang. It was like the crystal noise from Zimmerman’s lyre and moaning of monica. There were the hebrews and the Romans and Celtic tribe as well, but I walked with silk guns and white arab charger to unite the world on one great drunken boat

or: I went eating and wine tasting at Tribecca festival. If you want to be treated well in life, I suggest you roll with beautiful Korean women, you’d be surprised what people will give you for free, just because of those lovely smiling eyes. Then off to the temple on the mount for Noahs Barmitzvah… havanagela and MORE wine and food and dancing of the horah and on and on. You cant make this sort of stuff up. It is just wild eyed JOY…. Be Attitude and Beat Less.

This is Harry Twep… an Id character that I drew on a retreat when I was maybe thirteen years old, or so… ironic…. My mom scanned it for a my fortieth birthday card. She’s some kind of witch or something… I mean that in a good way.

Monkey Boy Types and Scribbles

alex — Wed, 09 May 2007 18:29:06 +0000

Monkey Book 2 was a rather mind blowing lecture by artist/information engineer and all round great guy, Brad Paley… this is sort of a Mother’s day card meets portrait of the artist as a success story, rant of a lunatic, art history lesson… or something?: you tell me.

Music is a mash up of Animal Collective, some annoying kid kicking the subway seat with glorious train glee, and The one and only John Lennon and his fabulous Beatles, produced by Phil Spector if you can believe it Jackson Pollock.

http://wbpaley.com/brad/biosImagesCvs.html

http://monkeytownhq.com/monkeybook2.html
W. Bradford Paley has been doing visual work on computers since 1973, has been recognized for contributions to the design and art worlds (e.g. at MoMA and the Whitney, by NYSCA and NYFA). He practices in New York City and often teaches at Columbia University. For details see didi.com/brad.

post in progress… tune back later.

image: Library Project collab of driftwould and Bradley Wind… AKA driftwind (Say I).

Dubliners

admin — Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:37:59 +0000

spent the day packing and shipping a painting to Dublin…. nothing much else accomplished.

Odd City

admin — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 08:03:10 +0000

It’s nearly Bloomsday in ten days, so I thought I’d bring out the odd city pages and make a gif to begin the countdown. I want to do some walk for the sixteenth, but not sure yet what to do. Anyway, Daedalus is walking on a platter of Dadaists. This is from an interesting show at the Swiss Institute. I kind of loved the simple way it just pairs a cheap c.d. player (Coby no less) with a book and you can look at the book and listen to Duchamp, or whoever reading. It instantly made me remember how I got interested in new media. as I sat there sweating in the warm gallery, sucking on Ricola, I thought: “Wouldn’t it be great to have all this in digital version and shouldn’t it move and shimmy to the sounds. I wanted to turn the whole thing into and electronic book right there on the spot… but at the same time, it was a beautifully simple thing.. a table with books and a disc player… like memories of college study session… It’s here because it somehow reminds me of a Zoetrope and what better Zoetrope to cast a Muybridge inspired Ulysees animation than a table of dada texts… Some how this relates to Citzen Kane.

Arc Along The Watchtower (Part 3)

admin — Wed, 17 May 2006 20:57:12 +0000

On the way over, Phil thought about about the change in his pocket.

Cyclops

admin — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 05:20:13 +0000

They were shuttling us back in forth in old school buses and pulling over for rest stops when available. When I got out of the bathroom the buses were still there, but everyone else had found alternate transportation. The Bus drivers told me the contract was broken and that I could walk back to the University where we were staying.

The problem with L.A. is that it’s hostile to pedestrians, or so I am told. I’ve never really been in L.A. so I wandered around a landscape that I modeled on the side of highway America (all lube job joints, and chain restaurants) plus palm trees. It was like a Labyrinth of asphalt and ending sidewalks. I tried calling people to figre out where I was, but my descriptions were too vague:
“I’m by the Wendy’s across from the MacDonald’s”
“That could be anywhere, old sport. What are you doing tonight?”
“I’m trying to get home.”
“Right.”
Everyone had plans to go out and then eat pancakes in the morning. I mean, everyone I called. They were no help. Pancakes?

Blind Cyclops

admin — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 01:11:24 +0000