Wednesday, July 30, 2025

I 💗 NY

High expectations for a graffiti exhibit killed the experience, although it did include work by people whose names I recognized from an earlier, much better show at the Bronx Museum of Art.  Street art collected three decades ago by Martin Wong, a queer artist and the subject of another terrific Bronx Museum exhibit, sounded C😎😎L to say the least. But it seemed completely out of context on the walls of the Museum of the City of New York instead of the sides of subway cars or at 5 Pointz

A decade after Wong moved from San Francisco to the Lower East Side, he founded the Museum of America Grafitti at a time when the art establishment--and much of the public--sneered at street art.  That contempt, based in part on the issue of property destruction, ran in both directions. Wong sought to move the art indoors by encouraging the young artists to use canvas instead of subway cars and building exteriors.  His efforts also provided him with an extraordinary collecting opportunity; he amassed more than 300 pieces.

FUTURA started tagging trains in high school during the early 70s before a subway fire involving spray paint cans changed his direction.  He enlisted in the Navy before returning to New York City five years later and creating art with a new, more abstract style.  When the Clash performed at Bonds in 1981 (I was Audrey's guest the night of June 3)  he painted a controversial banner and soon became a part of the band's live show.  Futura outlasted punk rock, eventually opening his own graphic design studio which continues to operate.

Untitled Work by FUTURA (1983)
LA2, short for "Little Angel,"was born on the Lower East Side, shortly before it morphed into downtown's art world central.  While still in his early teens, he began collaborating with Keith Haring, a soon-to-become-world-famous interloper from Pennsylvania.  

"LA2" by Keith Haring (ca 1985)
A-ONE developed a style he called "aerosol expression."  Like his mentor Jean-Michel Basquiat, he died young but a brain hemorrhage, not an overdose, killed him shortly after 9/11.

"Forward. Totally Moving in the Positive" by A-ONE (1986)
Unlike many of his graffiti peers, QUIK, a lone wolf from Hollis, Queens, trained formally to become an artist at both the Pratt Institute and Parsons School of Design.  His early productivity as a tagger earned him the moniker "all city art terrorist."  His technique looked most recognizable to me.  QUIK lived long enough to put his work "on the grid."  I wonder how he feels about his art shrinking to the size of a phone screen.

"My Recovery" by QUIK (1990-91)
Break dancing fans know MR. WIGGLES from his membership in the Rock Steady Crew, the Electric Boogaloos, Tribal Click, and Zulu Nation.  This painting looks like a visual representation of his twisty moves.

"Talib" by MR. WIGGLES (1991)
Label text didn't adequately explain the inclusion of this artist.  The internet didn't offer any insights so I'm guessing his hallucinogenic style may have been influential bridge from the Sixties.  
 
"King Two" by George Pagan, Sr. (1974)
Lately, visitor interactivity seems to have become the mantra of New York City museums.  It seemed more appropriate for Above Ground: Art from the Martin Wong Graffiti Collection than for Sargent & Paris at the Met.  Some participants definitely use the opportunity to express issues on their minds.


I had difficulty parsing this drawing--is Antarctica deliberately misspelled?


Regardless of my disappointment with the grafitti exhibit, the Museum of the City of New York always contributes to my understanding of the place I've called home since 1975. "Urban Stomp: Dreams & Defiance on the Dance Floor" goes even farther back.

Why wouldn't there have been a Louis Armstrong lip balm, given his association with the trumpet?  Racial prejudice might be a factor although that did not appear to be the concern of this German manufacturer.


Who knew that at the height of the disco era the Imperial Bachelors--which included Black, Puerto Rican and white members--organized "hustle" parties open to all in the South Bronx as a means of reducing gang violence?


During my long tenure in New York City, I regret missing just two nightlife hot spots: the Mudd Club and the Paradise Garage.  A regular of the latter memorialized its closing night with this collage.

The inclusion of this bust perplexed me before reading the label.  "Deep in Vogue" forever and I don't just mean Madonna.  Malcolm McLaren appropriated the House of LaBeija, something the residents of the Muller Cottage knew, nicknaming our own family Casa Donna Reed in homage!

Altar bust of Crystal LaBeija, Founding Mother of House of LaBeija 
by Julian Prairie (2024)

New York at Its Core offers a thematic look at the city's rise from indigenous land to world capital.  This stained glass window (1656), from a Dutch Reformed Church, reminded me that the roots of my father's family tree may reach back as far as the earliest colonial settlement of Manhattan.  The Hons belonged at one time.


After the phenomenal success of the Broadway show, it's hard to believe that the titular Founding Father actually looked like this.

Alexander Hamilton by John Trumbull (ca 1804)
Immigration brought "kosher" products to New York City; I didn't realize they included scouring powder!


I love art created in support of the Works Progress Administration, surely one of the federal government's most successful and admirable programs. This poster also emphasizes that New York City pools were open to Blacks while at the same time conveying that in some neighborhoods, the pools were segregated. 

Monday, July 28, 2025

Artworks For Sale

Park Avenue makes quite the art gallery on a sunny afternoon whether your'e driving or walking.  Animal sculptor Michel Bassompierre is taking full advantage of the exposure for his resin apes and bears in a show called "Fragile Giants."   They range in price from $7,000 to $20,000.

"Le Miel n°5"
"Le Dominant n°5"
"Le Saumons n°1"
"L'Effluve n°1"
La Patriarche n°1"
"La Fratrie n°1a" 
"La Banquise n°3"
"Le Miel n°2"
"Le Majestueux"

Friday, July 25, 2025

Thunderstorms @ the Whitney

I feared the outdoor galleries might be closed at the Whitney on a free Friday night due to the severe thunderstorm forecast, as they had been at the Met the week before because of the heat.


Instead, a gallery featuring a large-scale work by artist Mary Heilman offered colorful seating to watch the skies darken over New Jersey.


Amy Sherald's 2018 portrait of Michelle Obama put her on my art map, although I didn't much care for its muted tones.  Turns out she's a lot more colorful even if she only paints Black people.

"Mama Has Made the Bread (How Things Are Measured)" (2018)
"Guide Me No More" (2011)
"It Made Sense... Mostly in Her Mind" (2001)
"Freeing herself was one thing, taking ownership of that freed self was another" (2013)
With a few exceptions--such as "If You Surrendered to the Air, You Could Ride It" (2019) which alludes to a sentence from Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon--most of her portraits are the same size.


Pay attention to the titles.  Sherald, whose great-grandfather was a German-Jewish tailor, preaches a kind of gentle Black self-empowerment.

"A Bucket Full of Treasures (Papa Gave Me Sunshine to Put in My Pocket)" (2020)
In the Black community, the term "redbone" refers to people with lighter skin color, a category that includes Sherald who clearly finds the distinction meaningless.

"They Call Me Redbone, but l'd Rather Be Strawberry Shortcake" (2009)
This painting reminded me that our current president used bone spurs to evade the draft.

"American Grit" (2024)
It's been harder and harder lately to find solace in art when so much of it now has political associations.  The "Justice" Department decided that the police officer who shot and killed this emergency medical technician in her own home should serve only a day in jail.  A federal judge in Kentucky decided otherwise this week, sentencing the man to nearly three years.

Breonna Taylor (2020)
The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art exhibited Amy Sherald: American Sublime before it arrived at the Whitney.  Residents of the nation's capital were supposed to be in for the same treat until the National Portrait Gallery decided "Trans Forming Liberty" (2024) might offend the current occupant of the White House, who wants to name the Kennedy Center after his wife.  Even though Ivy League schools and white-shoe law firms have caved in the face of his creeping but relentless authoritarianism, Sherald cancelled the show rather than remove her painting.  That's what I call integrity--stand with Amy, a dentist's daughter from Columbus, Georgia!


Like I said earlier, pay attention to her titles.

"For Love, and for Country" (2022)
IMHO, Louise Nevelson's work has never been displayed to better effect.  


"Moon Gardenscape No. XIV (1969-77)
Marina Kurkow showcases her environmental concerns through animation and sculpture on the Whitney's Hyundai Terrace.  The Korean motor company also sponsors digital art at MoMA.

"The River Is A Circle" (with James Schmitz) (2025)

If I ever book a room at the Standard, I'll ask for a view of the Whitney.  Or maybe I should just grab a drink at Le Bain.  Who wants to join me?

"The River Is A Circle" (partial, with Blake Goble) (2025)

Zurkow also staked her claim to an interior gallery.  My patience for video art increases in direct proportion to the outside temperature.  I found "Mesocosm (Wink, TX)," another animated work from 2012, mesmerizing.  It depicts an actual sinkhole about a four-hour drive from El Paso that has been expanding since 2002 on property privately owned by an oil company. An edible helped me concentrate on finding the moving elements.


In the "Earth Eaters," (2025) Zurkow and James Schmitz create a world of floating islands endlessly plundered for their minerals by human beings who are represented by gold statues (putting orange wigs atop them probably would be a little too-on-the-nose).  The artists mashed up 16th century woodcuts by Georgius Agricola, the father of modern geology, war weaponry and artificial intelligence to produce an endless, unsettling loop of Mother Earth's exploitation.


Diane Arbus photographed this artist, whose work I don't ever recall seeing before although I've heard his name a lot.

"Dinner #15" by Lucas Samaras (1965)
I never tire of the Whitney's permanent collection

"Polar Bear Curl" by Sonya Kelliher-Combs (partial, 2017)
"Fall" by Alison Saar (partial, 2011)
"Ethel Scull 36 Times" by Andy Warhol (partial, 1963)
"Air Mail Stickers" by Yayoi Kusama (partial, 1962)
"The Moon by Day" by Margaret French (1939)
. . . or the views from its terraces.  The World Trade Center


and the Empire State Building loom in the distance.


Visitors will leave Christine Sun Kim: All Day All Night, an unusually witty exhibit, with a compendium of faux pas directed at the deaf community.  

"Degrees of Deaf Rage in Everyday Situations" (2018)
"Shit Hearing People Say to Me" (2019)