This is Oscar. He is a brooding poet.
James and I biked out to Bushwick (this was kind of nerve wracking) to hang out with Nicole, a spectacular lady who formerly owned the Double Decker Coffee Co in Asheville that I worked at for a while. She lives in Bushwick and there happened to be a neighborhood arts fest thing going on that day by the name of BETA Spaces or Bushwick Exhibition Triangle of Alternative Spaces. There was alot of very intriguing artists and performance pieces going on. I didn't get to document all of the artists names but here is a sampling of the work I spotted.
This reminded of those Buddhist mandalas. It was made from crushed silk flowers from a cemetary.
This was an interesting video piece upstairs. I proceeded to use the projected light to do shadow puppets but I was quite confusing because the light was projected onto opposite walls, switching the orientation of your hands.
We walked down the street a bit. There was a Bear themed exhibit but no pics were obtained. Then around the block was Surreal Estate, a community art space or soething like that. This guy was being wrapped up in barb wire by different people. He had a pair of assistants to observe and help. I even got to contribute to the wrapping.
James has a pic somewhere
A little more wandering to another human statue gallery with ink drawings and some paintings. Then to this huge warehouse that had to have had 50 artist studios if not more. There was a pretty rad video projection/ music performance piece going on there.
This work was in another room. As well as the weird foam painting guy who seemed very disappointed that I was not a painter.
Onward to another mixed use gallery space.
This piece is a video on an lcd screen using a lamp as a backlight.
This guy was building a space man robot out of styrofoam and then covered it in paint.
This is a chicken in a room surrounded by pictures of himself.
Then a table covered in bull testicles and pig hearts
After this place we started to mosey back towards where we tied up the bikes and checked in on Chin Chih Yang, the barb wire guy.
Two hours later he was still there but he was being unwrapped by then.
After biking back to Prospect Park we went and hung out with the ever awesome Karabell and proceeded to check out Williamsburg which is kind of a silly place. I got pretty tired around 3 and decided to go back to Andrew's place but 3 stops before I was supposed to get off I fell asleep on the subway and went way the hell out to Kings Highway. I very groggily managed to get on the proper train to go back and while waiting was informed by a police officer that you cannot carry any sort of pocket knife in NYC. Good to know...
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