the random files… art on the move and again away we go…

After what seems like forever it is that time again.. headed back out west for a week in Santa Fe.  Refresh the spirit with some good clean air and maybe a hike or two this time out.  We will have to wait and see on that one.  I have been averaging about five miles a day here in the city (according to my phone app) so I don’t want to just give it all up for a week.  🙂

As the theme goes, here you go, art on the move!

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so, next time then…

 

art is trash…

This summer NYC played host to a street artist from Barcelona, Spain.  In the few months he was here he certainly left his mark. Who is this artist?  None other than Francisco Depajaro, street tag, “Art is Trash” “Arte es Basura”.  Art is Trash is many faceted when it comes to Francisco’s style.  His humorous work often draws upon the remnants of our consumer culture in all of its disposable glory. His message calls out those that seek fame without substance.  The last couple of weeks I have been trying to find and photograph as many pieces as possible… because, like all good street art it is ephemeral in nature and in many cases already giving in to the streets.

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When I posted this shot on my instagram account, @bytegirl24 he responded with this message about his work…

“+ART -WORDS.  Deals with little contribution to the appreciation of art, in this case, all papers sticking egocentric pathetic names over and over again. ”

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Even an entire rooftop became his playground (taken from the J train just shy of Marcy Ave.)

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So, next time then…

some summerstreets saturday stuff

Today was the first of several Saturdays in NYC designated as Summerstreets. For a few brief hours streets normally filled with cars and buses are left to those on foot and two wheels. Today the mission was to check out the Park Avenue tunnel, usually off limits to pedestrians. There were a lot of us out there, but it never felt overly crowded. The air was crisp and clean, no smell of diesel or constant drone of engines, car horns and all the other bits of living in a busy city. Over all a very cool experience, but then I am thrilled any time I get to go somewhere new. I get especially excited when it is somewhere that is usually off limits.

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So, next time then…

three men (and one woman) at work

The last couple of weeks have been spent chasing the painters. A lot of new work this summer in New York, more than I can ever remember. The legal street art movement is booming. Many artists are getting access to spaces and getting recognition they would have never dreamed possible just a few short years ago.

For a fan girl like myself watching the process is a major part of the aesthetic of the work itself. Seeing how other’s brains create and the methods they use are an essential part of the experience.

The socially dysfunctional, slightly anal (in all the wrong ways), totally ADHD side of myself however will still rarely approach those at work. I tend to gawk, take a couple of shots and walk away. So the fact that I actually carried on a conversation with a couple of the people below, well that is major.

First up: Damien Mitchell working on a food truck bound for Dallas.

(You might remember Damien for his wonderful Nina Simone mural that I captured back during the Bushwick Collective Block Party. https://bytegirlphotography.com/2014/06/06/birds-flying-high-sun-in-the-sky-oh-and-some-damien-mitchell/)

I wasn’t around to see the finished product so this one will be a total quest to locate at some point. All you Texans be on the look out! The El Rudo Truck is out there!!

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Next up: Solus working in Little Italy for the “Little Italy Street Art Project- the LISA Project”. The boxer is a tribute to the immigrants who first settled in lower Manhattan and those that continue to come, each with their own stories and traditions. Each leaving their indelible mark on our city.

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Girl Power: You know the saying, “Girls Rule?” When it comes to painting they definitely hold their own, and in the case of some artists like Queen Andrea they accept the title of monarch quite well. Another of those great women painters is Raquel Echanique. Working on a container as part of the Centrefuge Public Art Project

https://www.facebook.com/raquel.echanique

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Last up: Also at the Centrefuge Project, J. David McKenney, a doll artist who translated one of his 3D creations into a lower east side beauty. Pidgin Doll.

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Keep checking back for pics of the finished work.

So, next time then…

to all the lives once led…

This may end up being one of my most personal posts ever. My childhood was not “father knows best” I mean it started out that way. Rural Virginia with all the social clubs that come along with it. My mother was in the “Home Demonstration Club” (as if displaying feats of housewifery could keep her or any sane woman totally satisfied) the “Garden Club” (not much gardening from my youthful perspective, a lot of sitting around and gossiping). My father was a Mason (made the rank of Master) a volunteer Firefighter and a member of the Rescue Squad, (a license to drive down country roads at breakneck speed with no fear of the law). My mother defied her diagnosis of MS for several years and from the outside it all appeared like the perfect American sitcom family. There was even church going, …the Methodists… just center enough to keep up the facade.

Then came the change, it started slowly. An hour of the Smothers Brothers show here and there, a visit to a synagogue with friends. But the slow ebb into change hit a huge brick wall when my father was transferred to upstate, New York, Schenectady to be exact. For an eight year old girl with a southern twang it might as well have been Mars. Within a year we were Jewish, my mother was a full time college student and working outside of the home and the TV that had once shown the Smother’s Brothers didn’t even make the move from Va (wicked irony when you consider my dad’s first job out of the Air Force was as a television repair man) Blue jeans became the norm and music… all at once there was music. Pete and Joan, Peter, Paul and Mary, Woody, Arlo, The Kingston Trio, Judy with her blue eyes, they become the soundtrack of the change, of that period in my life when the walls shifted.

My Parents are gone now as is Pete, but I know they were with me yesterday at Seegerfest. I know because I knew every word to every song and I heard them, not only in Judy’s or Peter’s voices, but in the voices of my mother and my father… strumming along.

The following shots were all taken yesterday at Seegerfest, part of a five day tribute to Pete Seeger put together by his Grandson. I could go on and on about the experience of waiting in line and the usual NYC hiccups but not this time, instead here….. So many memorable names and faces, how many do you know?

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So, next time then…

the random files – greenpoint gazing…

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…

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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.

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Many street artists are working in the area and there are treasures around every corner.

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The work above is by Sean9Lugo

Art is Trash below

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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.

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Sanpuku by Jeremy Penn

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Another piece by Shiro, if you remember I stumbled on to her painting last week in Nolita:

https://bytegirlphotography.com/2014/07/11/the-random-files-stumble-on-gallery-nine5/

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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.

http://www.artnews.com/2014/06/05/governors-ball-mural-project-street-art/

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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!

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So,  next time then…

the random files – jersey city style

I had been hearing about Jersey City for a while now.  Several photos on other blogs had totally piqued my interest as many of my favorite artists have been creating work out there.  There comes a time when you are a NYer when traveling to places like Jersey City, New Jersey (even though it is just 15 minutes from Wall Street) are travels into the vast unknown of the wasteland that lies beyond.

So the Path Train it was, complete with its Disney Man like announcements and clean shiny seats. Easy ride to Grove Street and the adventure began.   I didn’t have a clue where any specific pieces were but the exploring proved fruitful and with the exception of a couple here and there,  I think I found everything I went looking for.

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Downtown Jersey City is actually quite lovely.  It has a quaint American Main Street feeling with a wonderful burst of diversity. The glass and steel is slowing creeping in, but hopefully some of the charm will survive.

First of the artists I had come to see, Alice Pasquini.  I had photographed a piece of hers a week or so ago down in Little Italy.  If you head over to my instagram feed @bytegirl24 you will find her behind the Italian Flag.

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Next up Li Hill.

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Another of my favorites Case Ma’Claim

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This one blew me away in person.  Like a surreal fantasy dream, shades of Tim Burton.  Dulk is a visionary.

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Ekundayo

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Hudson Valley Art Supply is the proud host to a couple of pieces by Dylan Egon  including Petey below.  Be sure if you are there to look for Target Mickey in their window.

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We even had the good fortune to stumble on work in progress.  Nanook and Mataruda busy with the paint rollers.  Always good to have a reason to want to go back.  Can’t wait to see the finished piece.

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Another beauty by Li Hill.

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Pixel Pancho is one of those artists that really blows my mind.  If you remember back during the Bushwick Block Party he and Case Ma’Claim  collaborated on a pretty crazy piece of genius… you can find it in this blog post:

https://bytegirlphotography.com/2014/06/10/once-more-we-go/

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And a new one on me, an instant favorite and certainly someone whose work I will be eagerly seeking out from now on, NoseGo.

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Last place to walk by, Dylan Egon’s.  He had posted a photo online of the Sandy High Water Mark he painted on the front of his studio and I had to see it for myself.  Still hard to believe how much damage this area took.  Really puts it all in perspective.

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All and all a pretty successful day,  still have a couple of pieces to hunt down on the next trip into the wilds of Jersey.

So,  next time then…

the random files…stumble on gallery nine5

So this started as a quest for gelato.  The Il Laboratorio del Gelato on Houston the ultimate destination.  (They have the most amazing flavors-today I had yellow watermelon and peach, the son malt and mango. The malt is just like the inside of a whopper.)

What is the stumble on?  Well,  I had a wild hair and decided instead of the normal get off the 6 at Bleeker, we would get off at Spring and walk back up to Houston along Bowery.  I always like to go past the corner of Spring and Bowery so I can say hello to Quanah one of my favorite pieces of street art by one of my favorite Artists, Dylan Egon.  You might remember I did a posting on his opening at the Jonathan Levine Gallery a while back.

https://bytegirlphotography.com/2014/04/06/scenes-from-an-opening/

Back to the stumble on… walking down Spring Street we were suddenly assaulted with the unmistakable smell of spray paint coming from a small gallery,  gallery nine5.  Group Ink is their current show which features work by several different Graffiti Artists.

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Got to watch Vor138 at work.

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The show also includes work by Alan Ket

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and Bisco Smith

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Also got to see one of my favorites at work, Shiro One.

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A great discovery and I can’t wait to go back and see the finished pieces.  And Quanah greeted me as always right there at Jay Maisel’s place.

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So,  next time then…

colombia vs. brazil

July 4th wasn’t just a day to celebrate the good old USA.  It was also the day that Brazil met Colombia on the field in a game of futbol.  (That is football to some of us Anglos out there, soccer if you are pure ‘merican).  I had heard that the celebrations had spilled out into the streets when Brazil had won earlier in the week, so we headed to what we thought would be the epicenter.  Broadway and Steinway in Astoria, Queens.

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There were definitely crowds but the Police were also in full force.  Guess they didn’t want a repeat of dancing in the streets, note I said DANCING).  I get that crowds can become rowdy and sometimes violent but I have yet to see anything that comes close to that kind of behavior in any of the neighborhood celebrations.  All I saw was a show of force that far exceeded the need. The NYPD are good at that.

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The police were diverting anyone showing any kind of Brazilian support at Broadway and not allowing them to continue down Steinway past the crowds of Colombian supporters.

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But it seems the police didn’t know where the real action was.  Right there across from our apartment on our own corner,  both groups of supporters were gathered.  Yes, they jeered at each other but it seemed to be all in good fun.  Many were carrying both flags and ALL were dancing to the Samba beat.

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Our neighborhood also has a large Pakistani population,  everyone came out to see what all the fuss was about.

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The drumming and dancing continued on well after dark.  From my bedroom window I could hear shouts of “COLOMBIA” and “BRAZIL”… to the semis we go!

So,  next time then…

 

coney and fourth with a touch of wet…

A rainy start to a day of celebrations. Still worth the trip out to Coney Island though at first it didn’t seem like it would be.  A fallen tree and work on the rails made for a crazy, super long, ride on the N train.

Luckily the rain wasn’t hard and the temperature was actually nice for a change.

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We  arrived just in time to join in the crowds watching the annual Hot Dog Eating Contest.

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Gotta love that mustard yellow ride!

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Oh the suspense… read on

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A detour on to the boardwalk for a few…

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Are you ready for the winner? Not really much of a surprise… drumroll…

For the eighth straight year, JOEY CHESNUT!

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Fun in the rain but still so much more to do to fill the day!  So the last two are from the train,  this time the Q, on the way out of Dodge.

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So,  next time then…