Archive for the ‘Paris’ Category

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It’s a platform for spontaneous drawing, and was about spontaneous music as well (until saving recordings became too hard to maintain…)



One Liners

Posted: October 20, 2012 in bike, black and white, logs, one-line, Paris, pencil

My beloved drawing mentor suggested an exercise:
– Try a complete drawing without lifting the pen(cil)

Here are some results,

N-Joy and Till nextime.

A garden corner

Strange shop, with lotsa this-and-thats in boxes

Same shop, other thisNthats in the window

Parisian street

Wood logs begging to be drawn

Bike taking the train home.

Yet another Parisian (among other places) tradition is a white night at October,
An all night Open art scene (which ,as discovered too late, is not backed up by public transportation or Taxi enhancement)
A special treat yesterday was to attend part of a 5 hour performance by Rhys Chatham and Joseph Ghosn

Below are the event drawings, and photos by a dear dear friend of mine.

Rhys is the most communicative avant-guard trumpet-and-guitar-player I know, and goes to extreme effort to introduce his partners (this time – J.Ghosn).

A small comparison table of this one to the last time I saw Rhys,

Show #1 Show #2
With: Will Guthrie Joseph Ghosn
Density: Crowded Spacious
Places: Standing Sitting
Tickeys: Non-free Free
Location: Boat Heck of a space!
Duration: 20 Minutes 5 hours!!
Drawing: Black on White White on Black

A guided tour 🙂 …
A DJ with glasses and headphones looking down at the controls.

Guided tour…
DJ with his back to trumpetere

Till nextime!

Paris 3, Erol 1.

Posted: April 18, 2011 in bourse, paperbag, Paris

The capital P.

Posted: April 3, 2011 in 22, galerie, guitar, Paris, pencil
Fancy some Paris flavor?
Here goes.
(Only one music piece this time, OK?)

just to clear out some ambiguity – A glass roof inside a gallery:

A first post of Paris, but also some friends coming over (welcome!, it’s great to have company.)

– My mom suggested I’d take you by the hand sometimes, so follow me on the way to work: train from the suburbs to the heart of Paris.

– And I asked some friends to visit, they arrived right on time!

Till nextime..

Wait, there is a knock on the door… 
Here are the guests, each drawn by a different left hand of a different right person: