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Redeye

July 18, 2008

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Drawings For Broken Machines

July 17, 2008

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Experimenting with my glitched camcorder; I made drawings in black ink and red paint. I was looking at the camera and simply making abstract marks which were abstracted further by whatever music of failure has entered my machine. I tried to sing along with it in garage band (using cardboard tubes pointed at the tiny mic on my computer).
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Cough Cough In

July 15, 2008

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I awoke in the middle of night. The dog was coughing; that phlegmatic cancer cough of hers and it made me open my eyes and I coughed too in the blur of a heavy breeze moving the trees blue the light through the window in such a wind shadow way that I saw it as a ghostly figure floating over the bed and I became terrified that it was death coming after us - that the we, or she were coughing towards the coffin. It took a while to fix my eyes.

Fever

July 14, 2008

The Royal Wylds played a garden gig in Red Hook over the weekend. I couldn’t resist the strung lights distortions and made a little photomotion video. What else can I do with low light and no working video camera? Still it sort of captures something about the rawness of the group that I like.

Tired

July 12, 2008

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Feisty

July 10, 2008

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Went to the Feist show last night at Prospect Park. Lot’s of Estrogen. Lot’s of rain. Some interesting simple visual projections got me thinking about the abstract shape of the stage and the crowd and the sliver of vision I could capture with my little still camera. For what it’s worth.

Make Up Your Mind

July 9, 2008

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Willoughby sits on the bed and notices the askew sheets. He tries to make the bed while still sitting in it. This doesn’t work, so he lays back down.

Sublerno

July 8, 2008

Tales of the cock at the empty store. This was from the dawn of the holiday… went out with ladies to one of these places that has “Mixologists” instead of bartenders… Lot’s of odd cocktails that conspired to give me the worst hangover I’ve had in years. I didn’t even think I was drunk, but it sure killed the next day. I was taking note of things I over heard. Everyone on the street sounded straight out of Willoughby.

The Cost of a Bummed Cigarette

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Is in this case, listening to Clark go on and on about Willoughby behind his window.

Patriot

July 5, 2008

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not working much on the holiday, bu thinking about working and fireworks and food and such.