If anyone is interested, a painter I very much admire, Neo Rauch opened a show yesterday in Soho- they let me take pics of his work. I’m smitten.
remnants of the Brooklyn Giglio Festival
Wayne Thiebaud: A Paintings Retropective Whitney Museum
I like Wayne Thiebaud. I thought this was going to be my summer painting show. But somehow, something in the work did not entirely engage me. He is a beautiful painter, but his style leans toward the academic. With the exception of his mid-sixties food series(which he is still best known for)his subject matter is too reminiscent of others from that era. I saw shades of Jim Dine and lots of Richard Diebenkorn (especially in his San Francisco street landscapes).
I felt a little sad, because I respect his work immensely. I just didn’t have any epiphanies as I did when I saw the Diebenkorn retrospective a few years ago, or my mild obsession last summer when I saw Alice Neel’s work numerous times. Not really a disappointment, but it somehow just didn’t resonate beyond the door.
Another thing that didn’t make it out the door were photos of the Mies van der Rohe architecture exhibit. Upon entering the Mies chamber, there was a strange feeling of being in a Wings Of Desire sub plot. Lots of low level lighting, immense black and white photos and a strange hush in the room. I was busted almost immediately for trying to take photos. Photos I might add would not have come out anyway with the lighting situation. All the same it put a damper on my evening and I decided to come back and see more of Mies some other time.
*[please note: Thiebaud has a beautiful palette of color that he works with, and the poor reproductions I have put up here really don’t do justice to his work, just thought I would mention that it is my ill handy work, not his].
Another Random Dinnertime Parade
Occasionally on our block you can be woken out of the daze you are in by the sound of heralding trumpets and a bugle core,announcing the arrival of another neighborhood parade.
These little events, which last as long as it takes a group of 30 or so people to walk the stretch of Union, Metropolitan and then Lorimor are always police escorted and sure to bring traffic to a dead crawl.
The girl who cuts my hair grew up here. I asked her the secret meaning behind all the shenanigans. “Hell if I know”, she replied.
She said she never really figured it out, and frankly after being around for almost 30 years she was pretty much over them. I guess if you were not Italian American, who could blame you at that point.
All the same, I still get a kick of these occasional displays trumpeting the “Saint of the Day”, breaking the monotony of the rumbling semi-truck traffic and showcasing what a festive bunch live around these here parts.
Implosion of the Brooklyn Union Gas Tanks
I am convinced my neighborhood is going to be one of the most documented industrial wastelands in this country. I guess that’s what the advent of affordable technology and a high density of creative types will do for you.
The day before these tanks were to be blown up I suddenly found myself possessed to get on my bicycle to get one last look,and take a few snaps. Unknowingly, I was to be joined by a whole flock of people doing the same thing including a documentary film crew. You can’t count out human curiosity.
The tanks I am disappointed to see go. With their checkerboard loudness they have served as the one landmark in the neighborhood recognizable from a distance,a point towards home. Now the landscape will all fade into the rest of Brooklyn and be just another blur from the highway.
By the time I touched down at the actual site of the tanks (which is truly industrial) about 5pm in the evening, the Police crews were rounding themselves up and getting ready to evacuate the area. Stacks of barricades made the business seem official.
The documentary film crew, making a blotter about the tanks, (working title: Implode!) were giving interviews to a handful of media types and selling T-shirts to fund/commemorate their project.
Tomorrow when I step out the door and walk a few blocks North to the park, I am sure it will be odd that gaping hole, giving way to a little more skyline and a little less comfort.
The tanks are scheduled to be blow up at 7:AM Sunday, July 15 2001. RIP.
Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel and Saint Paulinus of Nola
Williamsburg, Brooklyn July 2001
These photos are representative of the almost 3 hour process that finds 100+ men parading the statue to St. Paulinus through the crowd filled,sausage eating and cheering throngs of Brooklyn’s Italian American section of Williamsburg.
If you are in the NYC area this mid July, you still have a chance to see some of the fun- other
Our Lady of Mount Carmel Roman Catholic Parish sponsored events include:
Tuesday July 10th 8pm Caribe Night- Steel Band
Friday July 13th 8pm Live entertainment- Italian Night
Saturday July 14th 6pm Children’s Giglio
**Sunday July 15th 2pm Dancing of the Giglio 8pm Live entertainment- Latin Night: Bobby Rodriguez y Su Orquestra. Midnight Mass in honor of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel.
(12:01am July 16th morning)
and you might want to ask for Monday off:
Monday July 16th
Feast Day of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel 10am Festive Mass in honor of Our Lady of Mt Carmel
11am Procession with statue 11:15am Mass in Italian with Choir
12:15pm Mass in English with Cantor 4pm Procession with statue
6pm Polish Mass 7:30pm Creole Mass 8pm
8:30pm Spanish Mass 9:30pm Closing Ceremonies of the Feast 10pm Drawing of the Raffles on Church Steps
6/24/01, Sunday night, 7:30PM
Heaven on earth is:
Sushi, WKCR’s Garam Masala show, and a nice bottle of wine to share.
At the other end of the aesthetic spectrum from Mr. McCarthy, is the extraordinary painter Julie Heffernan. We found ourselves a few blocks down the way from the New Museum at a Soho’s,P.P.O.W. gallery.
Until a couple days ago,I was not even aware there was not only one, but two shows of her painting in NYC this month. As usual it is always a treat to see her work. In my humble opinion, she is the most talented painter on New York’s horizon. This new work retains its wonderful organic focus,continuing to combine those elaborate Velazquez suggestive self portraits with nature(and landscapes). This time around though she has snuck in bright pigments(lots of pinks hues)and additionally found a way to return to those strange allegorical “paintings-within-a-painting” that I first witnessed at the beginning of last decade. I almost missed this show (it all comes down in a couple of weeks) which I would have really kicked myself over later.
I feel very fortunate that I had the good luck to stumble upon her work eight years ago,for it has been fascinating to see how she has evolved. Her technique alone is phenomenal, I don’t know who as a contemporary, in this country anyway, would be considered comparable. As usual I find it really surprising she has not had more critical attention, although I suppose her quiet subject matter (oriented in the manner of seventeenth century still life painting) doesn’t qualify as hype provoking. All the better for viewers.
At any rate I could go on and on about the pleasure her work brings. A second exhibit of her painting can be found uptown at Littlejohn Contemporary Gallery, which I am hoping to grace with in the next week. At P.P.O.W. I purchased a catalogue of this new work for a reasonable $10.00.