Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
i showed my mom these photos and asked what she thought. she said i looked like a monster. perfect. that's exactly what i'm becoming. i love you ma. this was an experiment for the movie. there is a scene in painT where vinny attempts to poison himself by drinking paint while he's in the asylum. it comes from a true moment in van Gogh's life. i went to my favorite B&W photobooth in NYC at the ACE Hotel on 29th st. I highly recommend all of you to go there and see what you look like in old time splendor. I carried my bag of three colors with me and this group of 2 girls and a guy, M & M & M, saw me pass the booth 3 times. One of the girls said, you really should go try it, it seems like you really want to! She could tell that I was itching to just go in there and go wild. I went in and came out with a mouth full of paint. They loved it. Moneer and her friends are from Wash. DC and were down in the city for a couple days. I told them all about painT and that i am an actor/writer/artist, they knew J2K and ZGames. I laughed, they laughed. this feels good when you meet strangers with the greatest smiles and curiosity for adventure. M told me that van Gogh's letters had been at the MORGAN Library & Musuem. i was happy to smile in a time of nutso. happy to be thinking about what painT will taste like on the day. after it's all said and done i shoulda brought a tooth brush. but the way the day tasted to me was like nothing i ever had.
thanks for the boost into the machine m&m&m.
go love NY to the marrow. bite into it.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
I like to ask the different people i meet, strangers, persons with cigarettes, friends, human beings, what do you know about van Gogh? who is he? have you ever seen one of his paintings in real life? most of the time I hear that he was crazy and he cut his ear off. other times i hear stories like this. Laura, my good friend from work is an elegantly poised beauty who visited the van Gogh musuem in Amsterdam. She explained that she had never seen anyone have a reaction like this to any other form quite like it in her life. Not a song, not a movie, not a live performance. "There was this pleasant man with his eyes shut, just standing in front of van Gogh's painting of the Sunflowers like the sun was actually shining on him at that moment. Like he was being warmed by it. It was like his soul was free. It was this grand appreciation like he was honored to be there in front of this piece of work. It was really something to see." i just watched her lips tell this story and almost cried. People mesmorize me.