Category Archives: portrait
This is a photo of my maternal grandfather at age 11, taken in 1913. His name was George and he was Dutch, part of a family that were early immigrants to New York.
One of the questions that comes to mind, when viewing and shooting street art is: what does this say about our society/culture? Some people view it as vandalism while others view it as a form of contemporary art. Because the palette is in or near a public space does that change the dynamics? Or. like the images I have been presenting, are mostly out of the view of the public, but on a BNSF railway right of way does that change things? To get this space both the artist and I have to trespass across those railroad tracks. The palette in these works is just a retaining wall, so maybe the work enhances the large, drab concrete space?
I guess it begs the age old question: What is art?
We all have to answer that for ourselves, I guess.
In todays world it seems easy to connect/reconnect. Saw this guy texting on the cobblestone streets of DUMBO, in Brooklyn. After a few minutes of standing alone the gentleman was reconnected with his companion.
Two Whole Foods employees, in the Lower East Side (NYC). After trying to convince me to try home delivery, even though I live 3,000 miles away. The girls insisted I take their photo. We also spent time sharing family info, etc.
A family reunion of sorts at the Canada Gallery, Lower Manhattan, NY. I rarely post an image of myself but this was a rare occasion, visiting the Canada Gallery and meeting with Lily. The last time we were able to connect was in 2012; a few hits and misses in the interim . Lily has been painting most all her life, when not traveling with her best bud, Chloe Sevigny. Her work has been getting a lot of attention the past couple of years. She has done shows in the US and Europe, which always sell out. Currently her paintings sell in the $10K -$15K range, but will probably go up. She keeps an apartment in Port Chester, NY, but is rarely there. Most of her time is spent in Upstate NY, living and working in a large old house that was once a boarding house. Peace and quiet in the countryside, rather than the non stop noise of NY City, etc. More space to do her work. I’ve known Lily since she was a wee lass, holding our months old son on her lap. Like many artists, she is very unique in many ways; her approach to life, time, work is on her terms.
The opening ended up being very crowded, although it was a miserably wet night outside. I found out, while there, that I had been put on a list to go out to dinner in Tribeca with the gallery folks and the artists represented by Phil, the gallery co-owner. However, I passed on the invitation and slogged my way back to Delancey and Essex St. to catch the subway back to Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Note: photos were taken with my iPhone.