Opening to a virtual madhouse of activity (and a sea of gallery security guards), the incredible retrospective of legendary renegade art icon Jean-Michel Basquiat at Gagosian Gallery has indeed proven worthy of all its ubiquitous pre-show hype. Short of the Brooklyn Museum's exhaustive exhibition in 2005, the show is easily the most thrilling collection of pinnacle major Basquiat works on view in years and should be considered essential viewing by anyone in NYC or with the means to get there before the show winds down on April 6th. Read More
ST buddy LANCE ARMSTRONG at LA's PRISM GALLERY to visit the twins while they put the finishing touches on thier upcoming show, "Miss You," opening on Saturday, February 25th. The environment they're creating within the space is incredible, and must be experienced in person. Read More
Possibly SUPREME's best collab to date...
You KNOW graffiti is beyond overground when the WALL STREET JOURNAL is actually REPORTING on battles:
A GAME OF TAG BREAKS OUT BETWEEN LONDON'S GRAFFITI ELITE
Slight Brings Robbo Out of Retirement; Cobbler Won't Let Rival Tread on Him
By Gabrielle Steinhauser | Wall Street Journal, March 3, 2010
LONDON—In the predawn hours of Christmas morning, a 40-year-old shoe repairman who goes by the name Robbo squeezed his 6-foot-8-inch frame into a wet suit, tossed some spray cans into a plastic bag, and crossed Regent's Canal on a red-and-blue air mattress. Read More
Have a look at the Paris project in detail HERE...
BANKSY IN "THE WORLD’S FIRST STREET-ART DISASTER MOVIE"
By Elanor Mills | SUNDAY TIMES, February 28, 2010
He’s the most successful graffitist ever, the elusive outsider who has become our unlikeliest national treasure. Now we are about to glimpse him in ‘the world’s first street-art disaster movie’
Whether it is snogging policemen, a House of Commons full of chimpanzees, Princess Diana on a £10 note, or I Don’t Believe in Global Warming half-submerged in a canal, a Banksy makes you smile, but it also forces you to take a second look, to think a little deeper.
It’s funny how this anonymous graffiti artist evokes such strong affection in people, particularly those who don’t usually reckon that art has much to say to them.
“Banksy, love ’im,” says a mate who wouldn’t be seen dead at Tate Modern. Another friend, who met him at a crusty travellers’ party in Bristol, says: “He’s very quiet, sweet though, very Bristol, scruffy and funny, but you’d never know if you didn’t know, if you know what I mean.”
So why does everyone have a favourite Banksy? Perhaps because he catches us unawares, shows us a clever take on our culture from a topsy-turvy angle on a scruffy bit of wall, or bridge, or hoarding we’ve looked at a million times but never noticed before.
My commute takes me through Shoreditch and Hoxton in east London, and I’ve learnt where to look for them. Recently he has been painting in Camden Town, north London, where he has had a running spat with a fellow graffiti artist called Robbo. On a freezing day I went down to have a peek. Past the lock, along a grotty towpath in the snow, under a most insalubrious bridge, and there on a bit of concrete on the far side of the muddy canal is a stencil of a workman painting a wall. The workman was added by Banksy to the original Robbo tag. Since then, a vengeful Robbo has revisited the work to daub “King Robbo” in giant silver letters over it.
Back towards Regent’s Park there is a charming stencil of a little boy fishing in the canal, which now bears the aggressive slogan “Did you think it was over? Team Robbo”, and the words “street cred” where the fish should be, implying that Banksy has lost his. Click HERE to continue reading at the SUNDAY TIMES…
BANKSY's subterranean screenings of his new documentary, "Exit Through The Gift Shop" in a makeshift pop-up theater in an unused subway tube beneath London's Waterloo Station kicked off this week to queues of rabid fans. Miraculously, the UK bomber managed to keep news of the screenings and his dank setup totally secret until last week's surprise announcement when screenings (twice daily until March 4th) instantly sold out via online sales. The theater features copious amounts of street art inside and out and functions as much as an impromptu Banksy art show as a movie theater. Ironically—or perhaps, appropriately—enough, patrons were forbidden to bring any spray paint or other graffiti marking tools into the screening. Of course, Mr Banks was a no-show (or was he?), but his melted ice cream truck concession stand proved a hit across the board. Have a look at the setup: Read More
TIPS FROM A MAESTRO OF THE SPRAY CAN
By Jan Ellel Spiegel | NYTimes, February 18, 2010
JASMINE JOHNSON is sprawled on the floor of the Thomas J. Walsh Gallery at Fairfield University here, her red high-tops in the air as she intently sketches on a two-foot-square sky blue canvas.
Nathaniel Jefferson is on a nearby bench, equally intent as he mulls the possibilities of a green canvas. Israel Medina, who goes by Tony, is outside in the cold, energetically spraying paint to transform a pink canvas propped against a tree.
“The wheels are turning,” says the artist John Matos, surveying the work.
These three art students from Bridgeport high schools will be joined by two schoolmates the following day as they work on a project designed by Mr. Matos, who goes by the name Crash (as a student he crashed his high school’s computer).
A child of South Bronx housing projects, Mr. Matos was younger than these teenagers when he began honing his art in the 1970s by breaking into a subway yard at night and spray painting the cars for hours in the dark and cold. Click HERE to continue reading at NYTimes...