Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Today was an eventful day. My BF (that means boy friend on gay sites) is into cats, his cat had six (SIX) kittens, it took all day. He is serious, takes them to shows and wins ribbons and bows. It is so GAY it is hard to handle, I know. I have video I will post soon, suffice with this pic for now.
I also went to ©Radio Shack© and bought a radio scanner and an infrared wireless surveillance camera that is a great combination! You can listen to the police and aim the surveillance camera at the scanner radio and project it. I instantly made art out of it. by combining them with a projector. I am going to us them to collect sounds and images. We have a show coming up with Pete Jackson who does infrared ultra-ultra-ultra-wide (90") landscapes of la la land. I want to do the lo res version of course, so this camera is perfect. It gets audio too.
I am going to record night time bottom feeder action on the streets downtown. *Bottom Feeder" is a not P.C. term for a brain damaged drug addict that attracts artists and photographers. I heard these local guys call them "L.B." which I found out stands for "Low Budget." How perfect. They were talking about a person who was defecating on the sidewalk. Very low budget. It is a war out there, I feel like I live in Calcutta on crack. I think it is getting better.
I was with an art broker in the earlier days of downtown, she was all pearls and hair and very adorable. We were walking down Main near Fifth and suddenly a woman bent over and urinated out from behind while we were exactly two feet away. It didn't even phase the woman I was with, it was amazing. She said "I used to work down here, don't worry." I knew she had the score. Never a dull moment. This was ten paces from the spot where I met Ed Ruscha (NAME DROP) two years later.
I decided not to use these people in my work, but now that I want to be a "FILM MAKER" it is such potent material, I will have to figure out how to weave it in. Its like we have this concentration camp of drug, alcohol, mental-health and poverty victims in the middle of our city, it is some sort of holocaust. I have been picking my way over it for years. Hollywood is the same but it is all hiding in the bushes. It all smells. I won't make art out of the smells.
Labels: art, bottom feeder, kittens, radio shack
