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.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
