RED HOOK TEMPTER

October 16, 2011.  I am on my way to the closing of the BWAC Fall Show.  I take my favorite bus ride and I see this portrait as I ride by.  I know I have to go back.  I want to liberate you from this fence.  But I have no tools, and not the will to do this thing, to remove you from your designated place.  Will you be there later?  How will your form weather the coming frost, the winter, this season's sun?  This is your place, you will manage as best you can, as you were intended to do by whomever made you.  I will look for you again.  And in the darkness I will want to take you with me.

VAN BRUNT DOOR

March 13, 2010. Red Hook. Again. BWAC held a juried show and it was eventful as always. One of the artists sent us, in the pouring rain, on a quest for pulled pork sandwiches. On the way, we found this door. Unsightly, maybe to the building owners, but interesting to the rest of us. It looks like a collective work, added on over time, layered from one artist to the next. What happened to the person who started to write out bastard? Who was feeling so full of themselves that their only statement was I? Or did they also add the poison symbols (same paint colors) and then what did that mean to them? I am poison? I would be sorry to think that. But the optimist to the left gives the antidote for that – a big smiley face.