Monthly Archives: April 2010

Pop Art

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Pepsico’s Kendell collection meets a mash up of me and my dad on an embossed card I found in the studio surplus. I gave most of these to bob, but found this last one on my desk and painted it the opposite of the stones: from black to red.

Boxed Flowers

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found this old start for a buddy pick about living on the east side of manhattan where everything is a brick, Moses, Stalanist, Shit box for about twenty blocks… from Stuytown to Chinatown

LENZ

X: What’s with the camera?

Y: Just act naturally.

X: I am acting naturally. It’s perfectly natural to ask someone sticking a camera in your face what he’s up to (beat) What’s with the camera?

X: I’m making a video.

Y: No kidding?

X: Do something.

Y: Smacks camera

X: Don’t hit the camera.

Y: I was acting natural.

X: I refuse to believe you have a violent nature.

Y: Believe it.

X: No.

Y: Believe It! (threatening)

BOXED

Next shot is of opposite character. Camera is out of focus looking around.

Y: (talking from behind camera): How do you work this thing? What’s this do.

X: That’s the zoom. Don’t touch that…..

Picture comes to rest at a box of books at the foot of X.

Y: What’s with the box?

X: Books.

Y: I can see that, but where are you going with them?

X: Going to sell them so I can buy more tape. The book is dead. Video is the new novel.

USED BOOKS.
X has camera again as Y digs through the box of books in front of a bookstore

Y: I can’t believe you’re going to sell this (Maybe Gatsby). It’s a first edition.

X: It’s not a first edition. It’s a copy of the first edition from the fifties.

Y: It’s old.

X: I’ve read it.

Y: It’s a beautiful copy.

X: They’re all beautiful copies…. But it’s worthless.

Y: How can you say that?

USED BOOK STORE.

Clerk: I’ll give you two bucks for Gatsby.

X: Fine.

Y: Two bucks? Are you nuts. It’s a first edition.

Clerk: No. It’s a reissue from the fifties. But it has a nice binding. That’s why I’m offering two bucks.

X: Fine.

Y: I’ll give you five.

X: You want it?

Y: I’ll give you ten bucks (pulls out a twenty)

Clerk: I’m not going to give you ten bucks for the whole box.

X: Fine… Hands Y the box.

Alpha Beta Ground Control 0011

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Sequestered in Connecticut in this triangle of an ark like building that was my dad’s studio and is now mine and I’m editing music video and confronting old paintings. It’s funny but some of these are ten to twenty years old and I remember the ones I never quite felt were finished and I’m finishing them. Bizarre. It’s like old friends and you pick up where you left off. Bessos