Headed out to Greenpoint, Brooklyn yesterday. More than one reason but one of the primaries being that starting in about a week and a half Greenpoint is going to be virtually inaccessible for those of us who rely on the MTA to get around… this girl don’t do no shuttle buses (at least not unless under duress). Course we have to pretend that the G train makes it easy to get to in the first place. The other reason to shuffle out to Greenpoint; the Governor’s Ball Mural Show at Succulent Studios is closing this week and it was on my must-see list.
So, to Greenpoint we go by way of a few train transfers…
Greenpoint is actually a nice little spot even if out of the way, for now. Tree lined streets with the kind of brownstones out of a Victorian Novel lead to the warehouses along the waterfront. The vibe I get is that a large area has been predominately Polish for a long time and the sudden influx of *hipsters* (your definition and mileage may vary) is taking its toll. But change is inevitable and soon the “next big thing” will be somewhere else.
Many street artists are working in the area and there are treasures around every corner.
The work above is by Sean9Lugo
Art is Trash below
The area is also home to several movie/television studios and prop warehouses. At first with the doors open I couldn’t figure out what the devil it was for. So many weird and interesting things in one place, from church signs to gas pumps. Then I saw the “Boardwalk Empire” sign on the door.
Sanpuku by Jeremy Penn
Another piece by Shiro, if you remember I stumbled on to her painting last week in Nolita:
Finally made it to the exhibit at Succulent. It was totally worth the schlep. On display are all the large mural panels that were created for the recent Governor’s Ball.
And the piece I had come to see, Fumero’s tribute to Jef Campion known on the street as JC2/Army of One. I am still haunted by his work that I was lucky enough to catch in a recent exhibit. I hope it will be shown again at a later date. It deserves to be on display at MoMA.
And the final cherry on top of a pretty decent day out and about (we won’t even get into the fact that you hadn’t taken swimming lessons as a kid there is NO WAY you could walk through the air around here yesterday… ahhh those nice humid NYC days, when all of humanity puddles into a slurry, soup like consistency) I SAW THE BOB ROSS TRUCK and was able to chase it down Greenpoint Ave. *Alert* if you see a crazed woman with blue hair and Sergeant Peppers army style cap running recklessly through the streets, there is art driving by somewhere!
So, next time then…