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Yeah, Museums Are Cool, But…Brooklyn Streets Totally Crush It

September 30, 2016 by Lonnie Lardner

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(Pic #1) Detail from an elaborate block-long mural in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn

The streets of Brooklyn offer miles and miles of eye-popping art and design — and it’s all free to see.

Last week I mentioned to the concierge at my hotel in NYC that I was a fan of really good graffiti, and he said, “Brooklyn has the best.” As an exceptional concierge should, he nailed it. There wasn’t nearly enough time, but he guided me through blocks and blocks of pure Brooklyn creativity. Wall after wall — covered with clever works of art — or, in some cases, freestyle vandalism.

Oddly, I find myself drawn to the layers of defacing as much as the beautiful renderings underneath. To me, the more “in your face,” the better. I was as fascinated by the trashed up doorways (see below) as I was with the well-planned, strategically designed, site specific ambien murals, like the one above. I totally love the way artists incorporate electrical boxes, window sills, air conditioners, and unkempt cables into their overall compositions. Sometimes, it’s even hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. (See “Trompe L’oeil”).

Bushwick has long been a working class neighborhood, and now it is suddenly cool. And colorful. Dozens of art studios and galleries pepper the neighborhood, and much of the public art you see on the street is created by the artists in “The Bushwick Collective,” an open-air gallery of street art centered at the corner of St. Nicholas Avenue and Troutman Street.

Check out the “walking tours” and self-guided apps — Brooklyn just may be the hottest place to see great art. Click here for more on the “Walking tour of Bushwick street art”  Click here to view the “Self-guided (app) tour.”  From poignant and political, to simply whimsical — prepare to be blown away.

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Filed Under: Found Art Tagged With: art transforms a neighborhood, Brooklyn art, Bushwick collective, graffiti, public art, street art, street artists

Real-life ECO-ART From Nature’s Tiniest Builder

August 31, 2016 by Lonnie Lardner

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(Pic #1) Mother hummer steals my discards for her own functional art installation. Photo by Josh Kaplan, 2016.

A 2-ounce feathered thief recycles my work for her own.

Like many artists, I hate most of what I do. I will start out with great enthusiasm, craft a piece for hours or days, worry over each brush stroke, each last detail and then, realize I hate every single drop of paint. My rational mind knows that there is no such thing as a wasted artistic experience. My logical mind tells me that even if I didn’t come up with something I liked, the process is important. I acknowledge I always learn something, either technical or emotional, from each time I try to create something. But those considerations always seemed to take a back seat to the reality that I HATE what I made, and it was a colossal waste of time. At least that was true until yesterday.

Sometime last month I had been working on a piece, sitting outside enjoying the sunshine and the birds chirping. I had taken one of Josh’s photos, and was coloring over the top of it.  And as so often happens, I tore it up at the end, lamenting the hours of my life I will never get back.

Apparently though, not all the pieces of torn up art made it to the trash can — some cialis floated away in the breeze — and turned up somewhere amazing.

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(Pic #2) Closeup of hummingbird nest, with sewn-in scraps of torn matte card stock.

This is our most recent hummingbird mother, (Pic #1) sitting stoically atop the nest she painstakingly built to shelter her eggs.  It is made of leaves, and twigs, using spider webs for glue. But look closely and you can see that there is something else. (Pic #2) Mama bird somehow found the scraps of my discarded art, and used them to help build her nest.

I know it’s silly, but when I saw this it finally made sense to me. No artistic endeavor is ever wasted. Ever. The end result may not be what we had in mind, but as artists, we don’t always get to choose how something we create is interpreted, judged, or used.

Maybe this little story won’t help you next time you spend hours on something that winds up committed to the trash heap. But I think from here on, I will consider the long game when approaching my art, my life — when a tiny scrap of paper can become the foundation for a much bigger project, in a way smaller world.

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(Pic #3) Sketching by the scene of the crime. / Mama bird lives (and makes art) in our overgrown bougainvillea.

Filed Under: Found Art Tagged With: art and nature, bird artist, Eco-Art, environmental art, hummingbird nests, nature, recycled art

The Art of Flying: How the TSA nailed me with a “white powdery substance.”

July 31, 2016 by Lonnie Lardner

A security official demonstrates a full body scanner during a photocall at Departure Gate 2 at Hamburg Airport September 27, 2010. Germany started on Monday the voluntary use of two 'L-3 Provision ATD' body scanners for a test period over the next six months at the airport. REUTERS/Christian Charisius (GERMANY - Tags: TRANSPORT SCI TECH)

(Pic #1) A full body scanner similar to this one marked me for trouble — at the Nashville International  Airport.

I do a lot of traveling. Like most people who travel for business, I hate it. Invariably I am rushing just to get to the airport with a shot at making it through security quickly enough that I catch my flight.  And as I am almost always trying to pack as much business as I can into the day before heading to the airport, the stress mounts pretty quickly.

My recent trip to Nashville though, offered a pleasant change from all that. With, as the song says. no deeds to do, no promises to keep, I spent a lovely couple hours with my friend Karen and then Susan painting ceramic vases at one of those “paint your pot” places. I know, they are typically overpriced for what you get, but for me, a couple hours doing anything artistic at the end of a road trip is worth its weight in gold.

I arrived at the airport early (Vegas oddsmakers take a beating) and grabbed a Starbucks before I joined the miraculously short security line. My story starts in the “full body scanner,” which instantly tagged me as a problem. A male officer stopped me and swiped my hands with a soft brush. Then he called over a female agent and tells her she needs to take me out of line privately for an “enhanced pat down.” She in turn enlisted the help of another female agent.  Apparently they had evidence of a “white powdery substance” all over my hands, so now they they needed to check my entire body.

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(Pic #2) Paints and pots at Brushfire Pottery in Green Hills, Tennessee.

They took me to a small room and closed the door. While respectfully asking me for permission to touch my private areas, they told me I was forbidden from handling my purse, my laptop, my carry-on.  They said they all needed to be tested. The agent began sliding her gloved hand up and down my inner thighs, (it was not as romantic as you think) and the two of them told me not to laugh. But that made the scene even funnier.  The lead agent gave me plenty of notice about what was to happen, but I found the TSA lingo hilarious: When she hit my most personal of parts, she shouted, “RESISTANCE!” Then, on her way back down, she alerted me with, “RELEASE!” This happened over and over, and I couldn’t help but think of ways I could work that word duet into the next conversation with my husband.

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(Pic #3) The ceramic vase I made that sent my travel day way off course.

Somewhere around the third time I heard the word “RELEASE,” I suddenly realized what was going on. Any guesses? Well, the white powdery substance now found on my hands, shoes, pocketbook and derriere, apparently migrated onto my body from the pottery session I had earlier in the day. That weightless ceramic powder flies all over the place like fairy dust. Who knew?

The TSA team ultimately released me, but I had to sprint like an NFL running back to the gate. I was the last one on board, and felt sorry for the poor schmuck I sat with — who was subjected to a slightly less coherent version of this story.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Newsmakers Tagged With: ceramics, homeland security, painting pots, pottery and air travel, suspicious substance, TSA, TSA detention, whose powder

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