Posted on February 14, 2015
It’s been a little while since I’ve done anything fun, or at least considered a bit of fun…who am I kidding, I enjoy myself all the time. What should be saying is it’s been a while since I’ve attended an art show or any gallery for that matter. Something I’ve always loved to do. Not only do I get to see stunning new works, I get to network. Being in the art scene is having your own little community. Everyone basically knows each other, and if you don’t you know someone who knows someone.
That was pretty much what happened when I walked into the little tiny gallery on Broadway. Show:Artistance.
I’ve been here before, but I could tell it was under new management. It used to have old wooden panels on the walls, straight up old school, and now it has been transformed into an all white open space. I like. I drag Chris along with me, or should I say he invited himself along to what would have been a solo date for myself, mainly because I know he was feeling guilty about a little argument we had. Something that never really lasts too long anyway. I said fine, come and join me… Isn’t it great when somebody hits you up, and you actually have a life of your own and are not dreading on silly behaviors of others? Moving on.
We walk inside and start on left hand side, since the space is small we could see everything in a matter of a few minutes. Like usual I go through every piece and stare for a bit. I always like getting a bit closer to admire the brushstrokes. It makes me think of the actual process the artist took to achieve the final product of the painting.
We bump into a style that looks fairly familiar, and I tell Chris, “this looks like the same artist that Matt (Chris’s brother) has in his room, the Bob Marley piece”. Chris looks at me says “Nah” I was pretty sure of it, especially because the signature looked so familiar, it was an “M” with certain swirl to it, I tell him ” Text Matt a pic of the piece and we’ll find out right now.”
Next thing you know the artist comes up behind us, and recognizes Chris right away, I have never met her before, and she starts talking about her piece, and Chris is just laughing, surprised at how small the world is, and shocked at me that I even realized the connection between the two paintings. Sometimes you just know.
Before our arrival, I text my aunt Scarla, I know she lives around the neighborhood and she’s always willing to discover new surroundings and appreciate the creative lifestyles. I ask her to join us, and a few moments later she arrives at the scene. As usual I’m always happy to see her. She parked right in front of the gallery and a friendly stranger comes up to her right away warning her that she’s about to get a ticket. Scarla has always been a smooth talker, she was already given the ticket but the cop tells her don’t worry about it and rips it up. I need to learn that gift of gab, like yesterday!
The night was young, we had a couple of beers and headed to the 2nd show: Art Star.
I swear, finding a parked with a few beers in your system is always funny. The cold didn’t help much but after walking the wrong direction for a few blocks, you smarten up and realize there’s no time trying to be cute outside in the freezing cold. Especially since Chris boycotts coats.
The night was young and we arrived at the second show: Art Star. We didn’t stay much, but I bumped into Marcus Allen, a fellow artist I have met a couple of times now. Super talented, you guys have seen his work on a previous post HERE. After the festivities, we headed to a little hipster bar that was playing spanish music, I had about 2 glasses of wine which was pretty damn good.
Check out a quick video of our night..warning, you may want to lower your volume.
Posted on December 3, 2014
I told you I’ll be back, and this time with a video. In my previous post (see that HERE) I shared with you guys a commissioned mural that I was painting for a beauty salon. Check out the footage below and see me (and Chris helping) in action.
Ps. Check out that sexy burger I devoured!
Posted on December 2, 2014
I haven’t used spray cans in forever. I have so much practicing to do.I guess we’re all our own worsts critics. I arrived on Sunday, the earliest day the salon closes. Since the ladies in the shop were still attending to heads, Chris and I decided to do what we do best…. Burgers and Beers.
We found some cute little random hole in the wall and got to grubbing. The place was cute and even though the beers could be better (they were a little flat) those burgers were inhaled up right away.
Back to the shop.
I had started a mini little sketch of what I wanted this shutter to look like, but like usual, my end results usually never look like intended.My baby cousin Chase got to spray paint for the first time ever, under supervision of course. His little fingers didn’t have enough strength to add pressure to the cap. I think he was scared, but it was the most adorable thing ever. I had a lot of work ahead of me, and luckily for me, Chris lend me a helping hand. Usually I hate whenever anyone touches my work, but I know he has artistic background and decided not to be such a prude about it.
He would ask what I wanted him to do and we actually had a good time painting. His music was playing in the background, and I usually love some old school hip hop. After a while my fingers were shot, not because of the cold, but because I kept pressing so much. Alternating hands is one thing I’m grateful for, surprisingly my left hand is pretty accurate when it comes to aerosol cans. Don’t ask me about paintbrushes or pencils though.
This night was definitely a show stopper though. I had so many people passing by and giving compliments, it felt pretty good. Of course I had some business cards to give out, you know me, always prepared.
Also, I’ll be posting a video soon, something that I’m itching to do more of…… Oh, Santa, give me that new camera I’ve been dying for.
I’ll see you guys soon!
Posted on November 19, 2014
I’ll admit, I personally didn’t know “DG“. I have seen his work many times, and from one artist to another, I always tend to support the arts. Unfortunately with his recent passing, and many broken hearts this memorial/ art show came to be. Not only was the place packed, you could tell how great the vibe was, everyone was celebrating a life, how great it was, how talented he was, how funny he was, how many adored him, and how many he adored back. His mother and sister spoke, which was sad and heartbreaking.
There was a video montage presented by Eric Rivas, that was wonderfully done. I felt like I knew DG after that projection, and I was honored to just even be there at the moment.
There is also a fundraiser for a headstone, so if you would like to donate please feel free to do so by clicking HERE.
My condolences go out to his family, friends, fellow artists and fans. He was obviously very loved in this community we call graffiti, and I’ve never been prouder to even have an ounce to do with that. It’s amazing how much can be done, with a stroke of a brush, a spray of a can, a love of art.
Posted on September 5, 2014
It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to an art show, May to be exact (see that post HERE). It may not seem that far to you guys, but when your favorite past time involves networking with fellow artist friends, 4 months seems like a long time. I usually end up meeting with long time friend Phil, which is always great and we end up catching up on each other’s lives.
Street art has always caught my eye (especially since I come from a graffiti background) and Clarence Rich happened to do it just right. “The Bride” which is Frankenstein’s wife (above) was one of my favorite canvas works that happened to be there. She was posted right next to her hubby (which I failed to show you guys, sorry). Sourdzo and brother killed it on the stage, while Phil and I decided to hit a few books, that weren’t necessarily black. You know me, drawing boobs everywhere.
Goodnight, good vibes.
Posted on November 27, 2013
First Stop:featuring works from Where do I even begin? Today was a mess, a good mess. A nice, ended up tipsy at the end of it all, laughing mess. I was all over Brooklyn. I got out of work, as I usually do. (Ugh, I’m such an adult)
I met up with long time friend, and barely see each other, since we both have separate lives, and met while we were in an adult education continuing course, but haven’t seen each other in about a year or so, but kept in contact through social media and it’s been long over due for a girly date Teshory, better known as Tess. That wasn’t too long was it?How cute is she?
First stop was at Urban Folk Art© Studios at 101 Smith Street where both VFresh also known to graffiti writers as VFR and writer Trike were both displaying work and we were gonna be there for the Opening Reception.
This was the first show of the bunch, so we tried not to stay too long. The thing about art events is, they usually run around the same time frame 6pm and on, so after soaking in some well known graffiti and oohing and aaahing, especially from this piece ↓. Yes, it may look much simpler than the others, but I appreciated the effect of shutter gates it made.
It looked like someone removed a piece of the streets and decided to bring it indoors. We hurried along to the F train and headed towards Marcy Ave. Second Stop:Featuring works from at Bottleneck Gallery on 60 Broadway to be exact. The gallery was a nice and clean. White walls, made you really look into the work, and they were all displayed so nicely. Not just thrown any where like I see many places do. There was wine being served by O live, though I didn’t really get to try it. Which I regret a bit, since I never say no to wine. ( I vow to slowly but surely learn all there is to know about wine, in due time of course).
“Traffacking Lights” by Pahnl was simple and adorable, I loved this trio. “Ice Queen” by Swoon screen print, hand painting, coffee stains on mylar, nailed to wood with blockprint paper.“And I Held My Breath” by Faile
“Cry Of The Tiger” by Nicholas Forker Phetus is legendary for his characters and love of creatures and painted this canvas using acrylics titled “Bluetiful Monsters” “After The Storm” by David Welker This was one of Tess’s favorites titled “Fall in Love” by an unknown artist Qb1cA
She mentioned it reminded her of her mother and her love of tulips.This brick has to be one of the cutest things ever painted by Rabea Senftenberg.
Imagine a whole house made by individualized bricks? Every brick would have their own story. That would be amazing!
“Blue Bunny” by Adam Dare “Dakini Wopreinderland: Sophia” by Kimyon Huggins was the eye catcher for this show. It was strategically placed so it’s the first piece of art once you walked inside, and why wouldn’t you see it, it was 84 inches tall. This piece by Priest was pretty damn dope, and only until I finally zoomed in on my camera was that I noticed what was going on in the front seat of this squad car.
No wonder this piece was titled “Blown Cover” “Napoleon” a collaboration by Dot Dot Dot and Martin Whatson using both stencil and spray paint. “I Was A Widow” by Judith Supine
“Little Wing, Pink and Blue” by Lacy Barry
♥ ♥ ♥”The Cage: A Woman of a Thousand Faces” by Sandra Chevrier was one of my favorites!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ Do you see all the super heroines on her body?
Third Stop:Presenting Work from Graffiti artist
Long time friend and very talented Ozbe was having an event of his own at small restaurant by the name of Burger it Up on 146 Knickerbocker Ave . We decided this would be our last stop of the night, since we knew almost everyone there and this was where the party was at.After getting off on Myrtle Ave, we walked, walked and walked in the cold. I have no idea how Oz even found this place. It looked like we were headed nowhere but abandoned factories.We decided it was time for some drinks and stopped at a liquor store to get a bottle of vodka and hit the store for some orange juice. Us and our ratchet little ways. We mixed while walking and felt warmer and funnier all at once.
Check out his Wutang canvas ♥His Rustoleum inspired piece This piece looked like those mini puzzles I used to get in goody bags when I was a little kid.
Supposedly that was our last stop for the night, but we decided to take a walk for some fresh air.Fourth Stop:Presenting Work fromWe bumped into this tiny hole in the wall shop, named Vinyl Fantasy on 194 Knickerbocker Ave, you guessed it, that sold vinyl records.
Though we weren’t the best customers due to our giggles and slurs. We loved the art that was displayed by Jo Rigol. Her skeleton beauties were so goth like, yet girly all at the same time with their huge puckered lips.This was just my style and I wouldn’t mind having them posted up in my apartment. Finally, some pics of us right?
♥ We had a great night and ended up having a sleepover at my place.
Once we woke up, we ended up staying in bed, stuffing our faces, being lazy and watching chick flicks until like 6pm. One which was one of my favorites, Penelope.
I love girly dates, talking about boys, laughing ad in our case, farts. hahhaha yes.
I’m so glad I got to spend this crazy day with Tess, dragging her around Brooklyn.
I hope you all enjoyed the art, as I know I did.
And to all the artist, Congratulations on your one step closer to success, wish you all the best… which reminds me, it’s been a while since I have painted. It’s time to pick up a paintbrush and get to work.Until the next adventure my lovelies,
Posted on November 20, 2013
Walking through the City after the pop up shop with Q, I picked him up from work and wanted to surprise with a little bar time. After some good burgers, pizza and weird beer around St. Mark’s place we had some “us” time and decided to take a stroll around the city.
Sometimes one of the greatest pleasures is holding your person’s hand, breathing in some fresh air and being lovey dubby with each other, and that’s exactly what we did.
It also goes to show, that no matter how many art events I go to, sometimes the art in the streets is what catches your eye the most.
The first image on this post is by artist Cali Killa, and I caught this baby right when I left the pop up shop and made left on Rivington.This wall is all so ever popular and it’s constantly being changed and blessed by many different artist with all kinds of different visions. This piece on East Houston was bold and vibrant and had so much going on. I noticed a father taking pictures with his young daughter, while she ran and played and he captured images of her. I of course offered to take a pictured of them both, and once he agreed the little girl got so shy on me!
The picture came out absolutely adorable and I hope they liked it as much as I did.My Mr.Minx and I roamed around Bowery and made some turns we normally never really walk through, and found these beauties: Sir Shadow‘s artwork (pictured above) is jazz inspired and here’s the hitter, its all one continuous line. Which means once his pen hits that paper, or in this case, wall it never comes up for air until the whole image is finished.André Saraiva is a graffiti artist from Paris who is well known for his stick figures with top hats known as Mr.A.Q ended up making some random 15 second friends when these girls came rushing in asking to hop in the picture. Q’s face was priceless as you can obviously tell from the confusion you see above.
After the click they scurried along while yelling how cool he was. Q just ended up looking at me all worried and says ” babe, I was scared, I thought you were gonna beat them up”.
I couldn’t help but to crack up.
The Betty Page store has been haunting me ever since I knew it was going to open up, and I have YET, managed to make my way into the store. I have passed it numerous of times, and it never fails, either I’m in a rush somewhere, or it’s night time and it’s already closed.
Just my luck. I did however manage to take a peek inside through the window, and one of these days, i promise you I’ll be in there, struttign my stuff in my not so 50’s style body.
Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
All in all, it was good, smooth night with a good, smooth man.
Don’t forget that art is never far, take a walk around your city, make a turn you never turned before. You’ll never know what gem you’ll find that just might inspire you, or let alone make you feel good.
Later my loves.