Running around brooklyn shooting things and sitting around brooklyn watching things
I had wanted the animation I’m working on to go to the dark space of NYC in the sixties that my dad sort of played with in the seventies out of Paul Klee I think… mixed with the rising minimalism and Joseph Albers, however the nice thing about a consecutively drawn animation is that other things happen in the chess game of self against time and space. Spain showed up with it’s arenas of Roman smiles. Plans foiled. Blood spilled. Moving on.
Trying to “restore” my dad’s old Front Woods Frame sculpture; from the late sixties/ early 70’s about… back when Concrete puplic sculpture was all the rage, or about to be. I think my dad was still working at an add agency in Manhattan commuting by silver Mustang and he made these projects on the weekend. Now they are cracked and chipping… tomorrow they should look a little cleaner. They get a sort of WWII bunker look in their cleaned state… which I rather fancy, but I know my mother won’t… nor would the artist perhaps? Mash up of John and Brian rare takes.
Did a Birthday Art Crawl Friday and actually had a nice time talking to people in the Picasso show and running into old friends from the Allan Stone Gallery. It felt the Neo Good Old Days… and boy could that Picasso fucker paint. It was one of those rainy Chelsea spring days where you somtimes have to duck into a little pub for a whiskey while the rain blows over. It reminded me of this Coltrane song and also this older vide with The Velvets and Nico doing Chealsea girl. 2006 I think. It was raining then too.
My first draft of a Baltimore travevlog. Trying out the new HDV camera. Some technical glitches having to do with my learning curve perhaps, but maybe that’s part of this one’s charms. I shot HDV with a Canon HV-30, and shot flip, and shot stills on a Nikon Coolpix. Music is Brian Eno’s Music for Airports track 2 and ambient sound.