Monthly Archives: January 2008
Patterns Redux
Rat
This I made before the vid, but when I found the thumbnail, I thought it spoke to the same question.
Scratching Out
Scratchline from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
I was interested in the motion of foreound (scratched window) midground (passing girders) and background (Skyline) and how that might relate to individual sounds in a piece of music. The music is from Autechre.
I Said To My Shadow
To Sea. See?
I fell upon this river of words while surfing the streams of video and I thought to myself, “this would look good with standing still sky text so the words have something to flow past and so I’m writing this and thinking of some great body of water carrying me along like words, or maybe some great body of words carrying me along like water. This then is the long, meaningless horizon line.
TurnipFish from Conor on Vimeo.
HD Pages
New Hd versions of my book animations become sort of mash ups of mashups if you can play both at the same time.
Around the Corner
I walked around the block recording all the concrete corner joints in the sidewalk. I was hoping for some kind of moving minimalism to make music for.
Setting Place
Today’s dream: We are eating at some restaurant in an old industrial zone. They are tearing down the old factories that were built with beaux arts flourishes… ornaments and enormous clocks. The factories are from the steam era and have been jerry rigged with elaborate electric conduit that snake in black insulating rubber around the Greek Key meander. The whole area is being razed for a new development. We walk along the canal and come upon the shed where all the clocks are being disassembled. They are stacked up like tires and the carved stone frames lay around the floor and I think they must be worth a fortune, but they are only saving one of them (the largest) that they will some how work into the glass and the steel. Each of the clocks seems beautiful in it’s own way. “Sophie’s choice”, I think.
rain rain rain rain rain rain
the floor is scattered with drawings. None of them good. I’m sick of faces and sick of people. I just keep painting over them and tearing them to pieces. I thought I’d show you this one.