I ran into Sara at the bar and I hadn’t seen her in years and she was drinking a green cocktail and called me over and asked me to sit down and she looked wild in some sort of nineteeth century hoop dress affair made from burgundy silk and her afro was all braided up in three tiers like a black hair wedding cake on her head and she was just talking and talking and ordering us more green cocktails and she told me about her new venture in music promotion and how she was travelling all over the world with this sort of Soul Electronica show called, “House Nigger” trying to offend the world into dancing. She said she recorded everything with all sorts of electronic toys and she reached into her hand bag scooped up a stack of high tech and disposable cameras and sound recorders and she dropped them on the table like a pack of cards and then set them up like dominoes and turned everything on and said,” Something interesting better happen soon…. we’re recording.”
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Monthly Archives: May 2006
Jets and Helicopters
In a freakish echo of my morbid thoughts, I was trorn out of sleep by the scream of low flying jets. “What the fuck?!” I said to myself untill the radio mentioned fleet week.
Right On Target, So Direct…
WELL, WELl, WEll, Well, welll,….. I don’t believe a minute of it, but in the interest of internet film:
go to – www.video.google.com
then to – top100
and click on 911 loose change, 2nd eddition
I will say, I spent yesterday looking at the new skyline and old photos of 911. Still freaks me out.
The Changing Face Of Brooklyn.
I heard someone at the fifth avenue street fair yell, “Oh look a head of Ganesh!” refering to a tschoschke from India . “I’ve been wanting a head of Ganesh,” the man said….
I thought to myself, “Careful what you wish for big boy…”
And then this morning I had strange in and out of fabulous sleep dream, where in I was Goddard in the sixties directing an avante garde film in the Paris Metro… only I was also myself, self conciously doing a parody of Goddard in a Metro and also being the English director who did that film “7UP” where they say, “Give me a child at the age of seven and I’ll show you the man” and then in some great sixties, stoner moment of resolve, he acutally spends the next “every seven years” talking to these British kids …. It’s just a work of genius to me… especially as I play with time lapse and realize this guy gave his life to this project and has kept it up…. oh yeah, his name is Apted…. Michael Apted…. he makes fiction films too…. but that’s not the issue.
There I am, Goddard/Apted, in the metro making a secret documentary… in other words, no one knows I’m making a film… I’m using my actress girlfriend, myself, and the metro crowd as actors and simply surveilling the scene with a digi camera.
Anway, I think we’re all talking about Terrorism and Don DeLillo and trying to engage civillians in the dialogue and I go up to this Asian (Indian/Pakistani) man who seems to be a hair lip, but on closer examination you see that his nose is distorted like an antisemetic Gollum cliché…. but as I speak with him I realize it’s not a hook nose, but an Elephant nose that he has curled up into his mouth to look more human. He is Ganesh, or at least the Elephant Man. And then I was David Lynch making a documentary about Goddard one day in the sixties making a film…. I think it was Bande Ã¥ Parte and Michael Jackson is trying to buy the production and turn it into one of his seminal music videos… or something, but Ganesh wouldn’t let down his trunk for the production, no matter how much we asked and then Goebbels walked by, speaking of propaganda…
Rat Town Promenade
In the interest of seeing the scale of the proposed Frank Gehry designed Atlantic Yard project in Downtown Brooklyn, I took a time lapse walk around the telephone shaped foot print. In the interest, of cardio, I may have walked too fast…an earlier still version ishere.
Williamswindsong
In a more perfect world, this vimeo would loop… It’s very hypnotic when looping, but anyways it was an insane day of weather with the Fifth Avenue Street Fair (last year’s) getting rained on and then sun and then rain and then sun and I spent fortyfive minutes or an hour sitting on a hunk of granite making this time lapse with all the clowds going by.
Red Hook
Went to check out the new, somewhat controversial Red Hook Fairway store… had to shop anyway, so it might as well be an adventure… Plus it goes along with my recent obsession on efforts to “redevelop” Brooklyn. It’s, actually, a pretty good store and all the stray warf dogs I remember from the old days have “moved” on. Red Hook is an amazing place, but one of the things I love about it, is it’s general sense of decay… no doubt that won’t last…. You loose so much, but atleast you can get nice fruit.
The War At Home (or Pug Nose Redux)
Well we started in Veitnam a few days agao and I thought it was an odd transition into the Arc Along The Watchtower, but as I thought about it, it felt sort of fitting…. I would never have guessed then that we would be here now… but so it goes… so much for reunions… so much for unions… so much fo onions… so much for so what… Still working on this painting… I’ll update the gif later… tired.
Arc Along The Watchtower (Part 1)
this is an experiment with some new technology, using an old piece. I’m temporarily replacing the videos with silent versions, pending some permissions on music (sound versions here… Meanwhile, you are encouraged to play d.j. and dramaturg and mess with quicktime players to create a soundscape.
They hadn’t seen much of eachother lately, but toninight was the night of Phil’s big opening… It was a small show, in a small gallery, of small drawings… a group show.
It was the big opening only because it was Phil’s first opening in a long time.
(temporarily silent version) Vimeo
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Arc Along The Watchtower (Part 2)
Ealier that same day, Phil started over the Manhattan Bridge:
temporary music:
