Last night I had the strangest dream. I did a painting performance for JFK up in Canada. He didn’t look like JFK and he was too busy with politics to care much about my paintings. I offered him one, but he declined and I sort of agreed with him. One was too loose and the other too stiff. Later I went to some impossible Xanadu of a mall that seemed rendered in digital post production. The place was ornate and enormous and I got separated from my group from the JFK event (I think they were Hong Kong Chinese). I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the hotel when I ended up walking through a sort vice court (like you have a food court in a mall, but this was all liquor and drugs and in the lower depths of the mall). Someone snatched my wallet and I chased him into a bar where the entire cast of characters there began a theatrical negotiation. If I agreed to give them 25% of the cash as a “reward”, they would return the wallet and I could even take part in the drinks they would buy. I didn’t think there were many options and I agreed and a man dressed like a brown leather Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland brought me my wallet and cell phone in paper bag. Someone was looking for me from the event, but I decided to sit down and stay a while with this looking glass menagerie of drunken thieves.
Monthly Archives: March 2008
Sense and Sensuality
I made a few drawings after reading in Kerouac:
….I’d gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. “Pretty girls make graves,” was my saying…
Yab Yum
Last Night I had a dream
It was much more interesting than my life
I would have stayed asleep
if it wasn’t for the dog with diarrhea
Beat It
Here is a shot of the On The Road scroll where Jack Kerouac wrote the novel in one long Benzedrine fueled act of typing. It’s really a fantastic sculpture as well as being a great book. Belongs in a museum as much as a Library. I’d like to see it next to Rauchenberg’s tire print scroll just as one idea. I’ve heard the story of Kerouac writing on long rolls for years, but it was only recently that The New York Public Library put a few on display, with On The Road as the center line down the Liway. It got me reading Kerouac again. The drawing is mine with a page torn out of Dharma Bums, the photo is from Ben Vershbow.
Moving On
Trying to turn my head to other things
Silent Self
I can’t speak for you, but I for one am sick of my own voice. Here’s a self portrait that’s been sitting in the studio for a few months waiting for the blog to go figurative again.
Asi Nisi Masa
Vid of Friday’s Talk.
itself to draw reading
A drawing in the pages of Kerouac’s Dharma Bums that I started at Colin Stetson’s concert and finished in the studio. I’m currently editing the film documentation of the reading on Friday. I’m actually using a track from his new cd and it’s working very well.
Hat In The Wind
Went to see Colin Stetson play last night at Monkeytown. He plays solo saxaphone and all those wonderfull wood winds and its amazingly physical and passionate, but also seems to make a lot of sense after electronic and minimalist music. He was all over the room and the instrument and the sound echoed from the cinder block walls and went right through me. I drew in the first few chapters of Dharma Bums to try and capture the energy. It was like grabbing at smoke. I tried to work them today, but in the end I turned to the rice paper and whipped this drawing out… it’s about as close as I can get at the moment.
Ham
Did the old Hamlet Camcorder as skull performance Last Night at the LMCC reading. So there may be some video documentation of the event some time this week. I uploaded it last night to i-movie at about three in the morning. It sounded okay, but what do I know? It was three in the morning.