Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
RACHEL – 19, Italian, Brooklyn accent, tiny diamond nose ring, and a face more breathtaking than her waist. An innocent cocktail waitress at Wiggles Strip Club. Sunflowers tattooed on her side. In love with Vinny and he doesn’t even know it.
18. The ‘Chronique locale’ in Le Forum Républicain of Sunday, 30 December 1888 reported that in the night of 23 December Van Gogh had offered his severed ear to ‘a certain ’ (la nommée Rachel) at ‘brothel No. 1’ (maison de tolérance No. 1) in rue du Bout d’Arles. Nothing else is known about this prostitute.
Monday, December 14, 2009
as i walked home from work the other day i saw a white canvas on the wall. it was calling. i dreamt that night and woke up buzzing to get to work the next day. i held a black oil crayon in my teeth while the abstract of the 3 colors formed and then made the first teaser poster to the movie. i could not stop thinking about the paint on the wall as i watched the hours tick away. was it still there? did it dry? did it leak? did someone stop at canal and thompson and grab their heart or laugh or say, "that's dope." wow. the next morning i saw another wall the size of four movie posters. i had one of the last cartridges of polaroid film left, now that they are extinct, and shot the other one at the corner of west broadway and grand. i do love this poster and it is a wish and a promise and a dream come true on a wall today.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.-Vincent van Gogh
i think of heroes. i think of vincent. i think of my father.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.
- van Gogh
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? - van Gogh