Monthly Archives: February 2009

Give Me A Leonard Cohen Afterworld

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So I can sigh eternally. I tried to go to a friends play, but I got sort of lost and when I finally found the theater I couldn’t go in because the door entered onto the stage. I tried to sneak in, but found myself face to face with the audience and so I retreated back to Frost street and drank some jug wine and pretended I was on stage, which in some way I was.

Take This Waltz

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I attempted to flatten some of the creases and folds in an old canvas I grabbed out of storage. The best I could come up with was to soak the whole thing from the back and try to soften the aging acrylic paints. I danced a bit of a jig on it to help the process along and what’s funny is that you end up meeting a lot of people when you are canvas dancing on the sidewalk. They come by with their dogs. I met lots of neighbors and strangers and this is what I’ve learned: People tend to talk about their dogs more than themselves. One guy didn’t have his dog with him so he showed me photos on his cell phone. I didn’t tell them, but they just kept reminding me of my own dog and so I danced to her end if not the end of love.

Wyld Bites

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In what feels like a flow of collaborative energy, I spent yesterday editing some footage shot by Dave Scarborough from my opening party of The Royal Wylds playing 17 Frost Street. I quite enjoy how the talking head sometimes seems to synch with Will Croxton’s vocals. A great software program would be to take the thousand head man and build a audio sensitive logarithm that could fit the face to certain key vowel and consonant sounds in speech so that the head would be like a giant Wizard of Oz and would synch up behind the singer, or comic, or performer, or whatever. Oh if I knew anything about computers I’d do it. But even in this ambient accidental method, it’s a pretty funny trick. Later that afternoon I played with some of Akaash’s tapes on the floor: letting them and the tiles dictate some abstract gestures, etc. I’m hoping he’ll swing by and work into it. Ironing out details on the closing party. More on that later.

Noble Rot

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The other day I shared a couple of glasses of Chateau d’Yquem with a friend. Keith Richard’s band name “The Expensive Winos” kept coming to mind. It was a funny week that rolled from that beautiful Sauternes to jug wine from plastic cups and cheap beer. It made me laugh and be glad of life, etc. I’m King of the world….buddy can you spare a dime?

The Addictions

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So I’m back. The better half is back and sleeping has become less an act of rolling around in lonesome sheets till sunrise and more like, you know, sleeping. The screening is done and I was happy with the narrative arc of the pieces together as a group. I feel like I’ve been composing about a half hour stream of consciousness narrative over the last two, or three years in video. I have composed it all out of sequence and semi unconsciously and every time I do a screening (which is more and more frequent) I try to take the opportunity to chip away the extraneous bits and get to the core themes and images. I get closer and my present feeling is that I will have to overlap and edit the present sequence into a more coherent and shorter whole… Or Mash it up into a two channel diptych which worked beautifully at Monkeytown several months ago. Speaking of Mash ups, My favorite part of the weekend was hearing David Scarborough play some of his songs. He has appeared in cameo on several of the Frost Vlog videos helping me hang the big paintings, etc. I knew he sang, but it’s always nice when someone exceeds your expectations. At some point I did some timelapses of him playing (and his wife watching the whole set, sitting at his feet in what has to be the most romantic tableau I’ve seen in months). After we got the video equipment set up on Saturday night and after we’d had a few beers, I shot a video of him on my little flip cam singing in front of my animations. It was strange how the song and the pictures seemed to collide in happy tragedies.

I fall to pieces

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Been busy burning discs and compressing movies which has eaten up a lot of computer time and made posting take a back seat. Aakash came by yesterday and we did some collabs. Press the image to see it large.

Ha Ha Facade You Are

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Went walking around Chelsea Galleries yesterday. A very poor day for art. Some nice late Louise Nevelson’s at Pace and an interesting show on Manzoni at Gagosian. They included a great deal of pieces by Manzoni’s contemporaries as a way of contextualizing his career. However, most everyone else came off better than the show’s subject. The show is worth a look and there is a lot of great work there, but mostly it’s not by Manzoni (though there were a few pieces of his that I liked quite a bit). Not much else worth mentioning.