Zipperhead – IT IN Place

Cali Asi NIsi Masa

alex — Fri, 14 Nov 2014 11:26:29 +0000

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Finally doing the telling of the taling of asi in cali that blake whitman shot for me at the Disposable film festival

Sometimes it takes me four years to sit on a thing

may take a year to finish the egg now that it’s hatching.

Grey Valentine

alex — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 12:39:49 +0000

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When I made the couch video there were two versions: one with Jim Dine’s poem that I eventually released and this one combining some Zipperhead whiteboard animations using this song I wrote with Natalie. Finally got around to uploading the alternate take for Valentine’s day. My ex referred tot he song as : caterwalling, but I still like it and want to recored it properly some day.

The Devil In The Details

alex — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 17:12:49 +0000

. Experimenting with using the animations I did for Zipperhead against the narrations I performed.

Red Robin

alex — Fri, 14 May 2010 16:01:22 +0000

The week in pictures and my tiny Kline.

You jASS

alex — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 15:25:30 +0000

In a white town thinking about blue music.

Samson and Delilah

alex — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 17:59:52 +0000

Delilah came and danced as I tried to shake the building down…. or atleast finish the whiteboard animation as best as I can. Actually she was a new face to open mics… a tremendous voice, with tremendous stories and obviously tremendous hair. Later she sang Sam Phillips beneath the BQE acapella and you couldn’t even hear the trucks. Some pipes!

Burning Man

alex — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 04:43:00 +0000

Angry Sarkus… just a random frame of a whiteboard animation I am struggling to color correct (one at a time like a mad man) tonight.

Zipperhearsals

alex — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 07:01:36 +0000

Z1A1 from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

ZipTING from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Mash it up if you dare. You are a dj and you have believers.

Artist's Wanted

alex — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 23:49:54 +0000

I am the son of an abstract painter and graphic designer from Basel, Switzerland and an actress/fiber artist teacher from Long Island. I have always felt that I have one foot in the old world and one in the new. In some very real way my work and life have been an attempt to make a synthesis of the dialectic that is my parents both as people and artists.

I made my first film in the fifth grade and won several national festival awards by high school. I had planned on going to NYU film school, or something when I accidentally discovered writing (a perverse combination of screenplays, Paris, and Hemmingway by way of High School English).. Writing seemed so much cheaper than film and you didn’t have to get all messed up with actors. I spent the better part of five years trying to finish my first novel, “Heroes.” Those characters still live on in some of my projects (though the novel never did get published).

At Brown U., I started to feel that writing was removing my brain from my body and when I started to paint, I fell in love with it, .even though it was a thing my father had quit quite dramatically in my youth. For me, Painting seemed to live between the act of writing and the act of filmmaking and maybe even the act of acting, or at least dancing. It seemed like neutral territory… like Switzerland.

I have spent the better part of the new century trying to make these phases of my life into something of a coherent artistic practice… a new sort of multimedia authorship. I mean to say I want to tell stories. I have managed to get several great platforms in which to experiment: It In Space So Ho, IT IN place (A.I.R at the Institute for the Future of the Book), A.I.R. 17 Frost Street Space. But after spring I am homeless. My dog died, my woman threw me out. It sounds like a joke, or a country song, but

Which Starts Out As A Kiss….

alex — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 20:33:37 +0000

I was sitting on the toilet yesterday trying to pass something that didn’t feel like excrement so much as an angry snarling black dog – a demon wolf, or a great angry sadness called despair. I reached in back of me for the scroll off paper on the tank and found instead The Oultaw Bible of American Poetry. I opened it up to this Jim Carrol poem for Kurt Cobain. Rather than read it, I washed myself and went into the Hobbit House had Dave crank up the P.A. and read the poem aloud to Natalie and Foxy Lady. So what you hear is the first time I ever read this poem. Forgive me the screw ups… I’m going to try to read it again at open mics on Sunday… and I may keep changing this as the Zipperhead animations come on line. This is only a mash up test.

A Frosty Wind

alex — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 07:43:32 +0000

Well 17 Frost Street has been earning it’s frigid name this week and while it would have been nice to stay curled up in bed, we opened the mics for the New Year and we will keep on doing it. Come by any Sunday after seven and sing, dance, recite, joke, draw, and giggle. I’ll be your M.C. and this fellow, Dave Scarborough will be the man on the sound and vision. We record every set and promise to post to Vimeo so you can download the big file. This is just me playing with my Flip HD… not the master shot.

Head Ache

alex — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 15:17:09 +0000

Scanning and drawing on Zipperhead. Here’s some thoughts.

Souvenir, or "I'll Hang Here"

alex — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:14:05 +0000

Footage from Dave’s cam plus mine.

zippershow

alex — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 19:09:21 +0000

Here’s me feeling all Leonard Cohen, or something.

Zippermercial

alex — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 15:46:36 +0000

A couple of promo ideas. Which works best?

If You Had A Zipperhead, It Would Be Easier To Keep An Open Mind

alex — Mon, 18 May 2009 16:51:52 +0000

Spending the morning trying to do another polish pass through the Zipperhead narrations. We did two new ones in rehearsal last week and ended up changing them quite substantially in improvisation. We were supposed to be recording them, but Steve can’t see in that dark room without his glasses and so he didn’t get any of it on tape (or more accurately on chip). I am going to have to make sure we press the right buttons next time. I think I’ve figured out what I said… and anyways it’s always more concise in the writing than if I’m talking it live. Other things I’m thinking this morning: I had a strange experience watching In Treatment on HBO. I’ve found this second season very engaging and it has felt to some extent like I am involved with the characters, or as if it is some kind of substitute for actual therapy, which no doubt I could use a few years of, but who can afford it? Anyway a young character runs out of the office and down the street… what street? My street? He runs to the local playground with my favorite bar in the background (the Gate). In other words, Dr. Paul (Gabriel Byrne) lives and practices just a few houses down from me. If I start to melt down this week I’m going to knock on his door. You think he’d take art in exchange for therapy? I’ve got no health insurance and even less money! Oh crap he’s fiction.

I am enjoying Spike Jonze’s Blog for the upcoming Where the Wild Things Are movie. It is called We Love You So Much. Back at ya Spike.