I booked my tickets to Pittsburgh for the Supertrash show at Warhol. Mostly as it seemed too bittersweet a video essay not to make… the X hailing from that steel town turned rusty and post industrial. I’m working on a rotoscope test for zipperhead and I’ve bought myself every size of Sharpie marker to trace frames of video with. The smell of magic marker in the studio is making me nostalgic for my old man with his vast collection of graphic markers all laid out in great runs of sequential shades and colors and he’d be up all night at the drafting table hand drawing mock ups till the wee hours in that glorious vapor. I would watch him some sleepless nights scribbling away up there in the golden glowing triangle of his studio window. Boy I am getting maudlin…. here’s a little Daniel Johnston.
Went out with the X for meatball madness. She gave me a Pentax camera which was unexpectedly sweet, but also felt like something of a consolation boobie prize: I keep hearing the x in pentax. Later, I had a disorientingly real and banal dream where I watched her sleeping with her head against my chest and I had that feeling of being home for the first time in months, and then I woke up alone… but with a camera… that sounds like five axes. I went to take a shit and read this poem by e.e. cummings:
it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be–
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
It’s Been a hectic week running around this city of moving pictures. I took my glass along for the trip and shot some random things. I haven’t had a chance to do this for about a month with all the Zipperhead scramble for Monkeytown. The last bit is some flip documentation of the Disposable Film Festival ‘09 NYC screening at Anthology Archives. My LCD screen doesn’t work anymore, so I never know what I’m pointing at. Don’t forget there is still time submit your disposable film for next year. Go to: disposablefilmfest.com. Also check out Fritz, etc. @ tothehills.com and the Neistat Brothers @ neistatbrothers.com.
Scrambled Eggs was the first lyric to the Beatles classic. Here is an un altered take from 2004.
I’m searching through old vids for a last shot for Zipperhead and anyways this seems so sad and apro po.
Been working on a bunch of new paintings and videos for Zipperhead. All of these things take time and so the constant stream of little things for the blog has slowed accordingly. But I’m still plodding through the moleskin when I have the chance. Here’s another collage from the Greek cigarette pack I got in Paris.
I booked my tickets to Pittsburgh for the Supertrash show at Warhol. Mostly as it seemed too bittersweet a video essay not to make… the X hailing from that steel town turned rusty and post industrial. I’m working on a rotoscope test for zipperhead and I’ve bought myself every size of Sharpie marker to trace frames of video with. The smell of magic marker in the studio is making me nostalgic for my old man with his vast collection of graphic markers all laid out in great runs of sequential shades and colors and he’d be up all night at the drafting table hand drawing mock ups till the wee hours in that glorious vapor. I would watch him some sleepless nights scribbling away up there in the golden glowing triangle of his studio window. Boy I am getting maudlin…. here’s a little Daniel Johnston.
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