StreetArtNYC, June 2014

June 12, 2014

StreetArtNYC, June 2014

What's nice about being a human being is the ability to choose. One day you have ice cream for dessert, the next, fresh fruit, and perhaps nothing at all the day after that. Similarly, I vacillate between artistic mediums. For several years after graduate school, I painted in watercolor and gouache on paper because I lacked the funds and the studio for large easel painting. As my interest in painting waned, I often felt guilty for abandoning my chosen major in college and graduate school.

But wait - didn't I choose painting as a major simply to fulfill academic requirements? I actually remember not wanting to choose a major so I could take more sculpture and Italian classes, but the darned registrar or whoever decides your academic fate said NO! You must choose a major and a concentration! And that was that.

Rather than box myself into a single category, I find merit in celebrating this multidimensional person whom I call "myself." More recently, side projects including collaboration, assemblage, writing and photography have come to the forefront. Let them! At times, it feels if I am watching someone else perform, take photos, write articles. Where do the ideas originate from? What is this eye that sees beauty in neighborhood street trash or haunted homes? There is no easy answer. This blog has been a wonderful outlet for these mini-projects, which are not projects but whims which I have (sometimes) been smart enough to pursue.

Swoon, Brooklyn Museum

Ai Wei Wei, Brooklyn Museum

Metal Post, Lower East Side

The Bowery at Sunset

Bar Interior, Alphabet City
Matt Siren Sticker

Bar Interior, Alphabet City

Soho

Trash Day, Bed-Stuy

Found Roses (had to return them), Bed-Stuy

My Friend Matt

Matt @ Motorino's Pizza, East Village

Hudson River Parkway, Facing New Jersey

Rembrandt Couple: The husband belongs to the Taft Museum in Ohio, the wife, to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Every few years, they get to spend a few weeks next to each other. This was their last day together.

Dispossession, Bed-Stuy. The house next to me, which has been illegally housing squatters for years, was finally condemned. The building had no running water, structural damage and a collapsing roof. Last summer I played with the children staying there. In the fall they left for who knows where. Let's pray that they are okay.