Ring in the New Year at 17 Frost Street tonight. I’ll be showing some paintings and videos and making live art and there will be a whole bunch of bands:David Scarborough, The Royal Wylds, Hayday, Mitch Raftery, Bridget & the Squares, The Habit.
Monthly Archives: December 2009
Head Ache
Scanning and drawing on Zipperhead. Here’s some thoughts.
Navidad
This year’s Chirstmas Card for Novitaz. I did about 22 drawings… ten or so were combined to make this image.
The Tree Man Takes His Last Tree
Earth
An Inheritance for the Meek from Alex Itin on Vimeo.
Ex Requiem Mass
This is a strange account of my life of late… nothing but the creative foment of destruction and upheaval leading one hopes to some greater clarity, order and good. My ex went down to Mexico and let, or asked me to watch her place, move the car, sign for packages, etc. I ended up quite sick and bed ridden in a midnight fever sweat of memories good and bad and the crazy sense that the dead dog was following me around the apartment. Haunting. Meanwhile the studio is nearly as broke up as my love life. Still I know the new year will come with order and a biting cold. Pax
A Woman Under The Influence
Sorry for the silence. I went offline for a week to morn my dog, or my life, or my love…. any ways it occurred to me in between intense bouts of diarrhea, that I haven’t felt “offstage” more or less since Paris… My life and work are so close now that I am always walking in and out of the theater and so all of life feels slightly theatrical… a sort of infinite series of entrances and exits. So I went home… or whatever it is as the X was off in Mex and the whole experience put the zap on my head pretty bad… ended up in bed for a few days just reading and watching movies and feeling like total hell. Still it was a warm, cozy sort of hell with big t.v.s and mixed memories.
Grey Piano Fortissimo
By appointment of her Highness Slyvania.
“No man is poor if he has friends,” George Bailey in “It’s a Wonderful Life”
Thoughts After Nude Graffiti
I’ve always been fascinated by the relationship between the avantgarde art of the the turn of the century and the line that dominates street art from the seventies on…. Here is thoughts on graph and caligraphy and deKooning, etc. I was drawing nudes (from memory of course and sadly… volunteers?) and had a sort of satori that the line could be known by the collison of anatomical drawing with architectural drawing… in other words the circle meeting the square in a sort of orgasm of broken tangents and curves…
I mean to say: typography is sexy.
This is a monoprint from the Poveda drawing seen yesterday.
Snow Falling
I skip barefoot through puddles
dog shit before my cozy shack
Absinthe Drinkers.
The first oil painting I ever made was in an Intro To Painting class at Brown taught by Greg Little. The asignment was to copy, or be inspired by a painting you admired. I did Degas’ Absinthe Drinkers. Later in Life I left a a few things in gratitude at Degas’ grave in Montmartre Cemetary. 