Monthly Archives: October 2008

Hallow Head

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Been working all day on this painting and another while writing just a little (and having very little left to write). It really looks a feels right to me at this moment, but who knows how it will dry?

The Floating Brothel

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A quick view of some footage Maria and I shot last night of the play Floating Brothel at Galapagos Art Space. We haven’t edited all the footage yet, but I wanted to upload a few minutes of the opening act.

floatingbrothel.com/home.html (you can sign up for email notices on the next performances at this website.

Floating Brothel
Created by Megan Campisi, Loren Fenton, Kevin Lapin, Liz Vacco and Ben Vershbow
Performed by five actors on a 3 x 6 platform, the epic tale unfolds in a radically reduced space that functions as a camera lens, enabling cinematic shifts in time, scale and location. Through the course of an hour, using only their bodies and a handful of props, the ensemble creates myriad characters and locales, transforming the raw platform into the bustle of London, the din of the courtroom, the dank bilge of the ship, and the rolling expanse of the ocean.

Buy Yourself Prettier Flowers

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So yesterday I went for a run in the park and with all the wind and rain, the Osage orange tree dropped a bushel of fruit and I grabbed 8 and then a sprig of wild flowers and left them for Sylvie on the kitchen counter before leaving to see Ben (formerly of the Institute) eat the stage at Galapagos. We all went out for dinner after and being broke I did the old Paris routine and actually sold some drawings. I left this note and some cash under the wild flowers for Sylvie in the morning.

The End is Nigh

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endnigh.jpgThis is the last week of my show “Reading Room” at USSA. You can make an appointment and visit all week, or we’ll be having a closing party Friday, Oct. 31st: Halloween, from 6-9… Stop by before haunting the rest of the night.

Here’s a little time lapse and some stills from last friday when some friends stopped by for a visit. Sound track is the Rev. Al Green talking and rehearsing. I made this post on a sunday… and for me…Al Green is a church I can get along with.

Walking Home

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Went on a epic walk home from 34th street. The whole city lit up electric as the sun set and CMJ is in town so all down Bowery I saw the guitar carrying hipsters and rock and roll chicks with leather and lipstick and cigarettes dangling on line to get into this or that party and hear these and those bands. None of that could be as good as the view from the bridge. Glorious.

Walking on Carousel

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carouselmm.jpg A new Paris painting and an old Coney Island video (now in HD).

Remain In Light

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This whole process of writing is fraught with deep oceans of doubt. I try to remain positive about my self and my memories, but of course I am reliving some idiot times. This is an old video from two or so years ago, but is now in HD and properly deinterlaced. The sound track is a mash up of Glass’ Einstein on the Beach, playing at various speeds.

Rim

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hubmap5.jpgwheelhub.jpg I’ve finished the first four spokes and the hub of the wheel. Now I am working on all the periphery stories: the rim? Of Hub…. goes well. I think it’s a nice idea to sit on a story for a decade… you get a good sense of what matters and what doesn’t. Here is a video from about two years ago. I thought I’d upload it again, now that I know how to make it look good.

Other Green Worlds

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parisballs.jpgWhen I came back from Paris in 1998, I brought with me a stack of drawings and paintings and two gifts for Sylvie; an antique green glass fishing net float and and an antique green boule ball. I told her they were new green worlds, but of course they were also a joke about potency and my balls. She said to me, “You go to Paris and bring me back green balls? Why couldn’t you have gotten me a hand bag?” It’s just like a woman. You offer her a metaphor for your manhood and she demands a metaphor for the womb. You can’t win. But it’s fall again and the Osage oranges are falling in the park. I saw them yesterday on a long run, but everything had been smashed by a mower, or malevolent children. I ran back this afternoon on way to the vet for more dog drugs. I could only find two and it put me in mind of Paris.parisballs2a.jpg