tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54684992776939801872024-03-21T20:55:39.542-07:00Unwilling CollaborationsGraffiti as found object. A documentation of graffiti and street art in NYC highlighting the unintended beauty of layering, time and decay.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-43782745129464390542017-08-16T16:00:00.001-07:002017-08-16T16:00:17.574-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes it is just about layers, depth, color and texture. This was found near a loading dock on the edge of Williamsburg and Greenpoint of Norman Ave. around 2003. The exhaust from the trucks have built up over time turning safety red into a moody smokey canvas.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-66707005849297072702017-08-16T14:40:00.003-07:002017-08-16T14:40:48.507-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Another photograph of a photograph. This image is one of my favorites because the color of the background. It was on a construction barrier painted blue but the plywood was soaked from a weeks worth of rain. Just the right clouds and sun cast shadows and brought out a blue that was normally never there. There's even a few jellyfish floating outside of the picture frame. The red paint pen mark by LEETO gives you a better sense of the proper color correction. This photo was taken on the corner of Bedford and Grand St. in Williamsburg right at the beginning of the big gentrification push. 2004cr.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-39631517316480322072017-08-16T14:10:00.002-07:002017-08-16T14:23:14.338-07:00Jesus Saves Peanuts<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A photograph of a photograph. This image lives in all its glory as a large format metallic print on aluminum. A perfect example of layering with rust and neon green screens on the windows, tags and torn edged stickers leaving their marks and a lovely fading memory of a Lucy and Charlie Brown moment.</td></tr>
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We are surrounded by life and encased in action. Even the very structures of our world are moving and changing one layer at a time. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-62255022598127687602011-12-21T19:46:00.001-08:002011-12-21T19:46:28.552-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtoOUcGz-TPybOSue5hwvzruT2uaJWIV178Q_x2dnAS9iCH7tpnhuEwz1sO5qXZrVd8-6z2ekY05j5jAhte7h2G0Iw3-mjhtdNcVjffC6k0QA8ijU0nJM29GDNtfgWVKOod6vKT8mlFkX/s1600/photo-788553.PNG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtoOUcGz-TPybOSue5hwvzruT2uaJWIV178Q_x2dnAS9iCH7tpnhuEwz1sO5qXZrVd8-6z2ekY05j5jAhte7h2G0Iw3-mjhtdNcVjffC6k0QA8ijU0nJM29GDNtfgWVKOod6vKT8mlFkX/s320/photo-788553.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688794092617876226" /></a></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-20678501514783196502011-11-29T08:08:00.001-08:002012-02-14T07:59:31.105-08:00<div class="mobile-photo">
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Backgrounds offer amazing character and content to an 'Unwilling Collaboration'. They can dramatically set the tone and give the viewer a recognizable subject with which to begin devolving the interactions. Each piece has an embedded timeline. Images with apparent backgrounds make it simpler to see how each layer can be stripped apart and broken-down into individual actions. These types of images highlight the parallels of the series to collage, the difference being, they are a grouping of artists rather then a mix of images.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-3321324611163396342011-11-27T19:30:00.001-08:002012-02-12T09:18:37.317-08:00<div class="mobile-photo">
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In the basement of a bar in Brooklyn, Jackson Pollock's ghost was hanging out with some cans and markers.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597104302331930879noreply@blogger.com0940 Flushing Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11206, USA40.702602314710816 -73.9337396621704140.701097814710813 -73.9362071621704 40.704106814710819 -73.931272162170416tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468499277693980187.post-12590586840174563132011-09-27T21:13:00.001-07:002012-02-14T07:59:17.991-08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Words are symbols for sound. What makes sense is up to the listener. This score reads like an atonal masterpiece of abstract opera. The "emm's", "zeee's", "ohhh's" and "9's" pop off in the cacophonous surroundings of Union Square Station. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The position of the sun often plays a strong supporting roll in the overall composition. From changing the brightness and intensity of colors to casting shadows, the time of day can change a 'bombed' out wall of paint into an illuminated canvas. In this piece the smooth transitions in the background create a flawless setting to an emotional narrative with religious overtones. Crowned and bearing the marks of stigmata, the abused subject appears in a free fall towards a world marked 'bastard', </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A close up of a loading dock in Manhattan. This small composition is the archetype of the entire series. The brown background sets the tone and builds with grey and white lettering disembodied from their words. A wheat-pasted image has been eroded into an outline where a collection of stickers and tags create their own narrative. The crowned jester wears a name tag while the "speculator" looks on. Signed at the bottom with the word "Bisous", a French affection for 'kisses'.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A grey metal door in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn becomes the backdrop to a haunting image. The pink outline pops with striking contrast against the deep red fill of one of the late 20th century's great villains. One of my favorite elements of the 'Collaboration' series is the subtle use of the 3rd dimension. The lock and its shadow on the left, like a small pendant or necklace, adds a unique contrast and texture to the composition while reminding the viewer that the image is more than just a flat wall.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">An archeological dig where pinks and sepia tones collide with greens and textures as an image of an old street reemerges from the background. This is an unusual find in the way that the wheat pasted image of the street scene is being revealed behind multiple layers. Rare because the emerging subject highlights the inter-play between our sense of time, history, progress and nostalgia. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A beautiful subject in and of itself. Every once and a while a piece really stands out alone. But to illustrate the concept of an Unwilling Collaboration" these pieces occupy an environment that is beyond control of the artist. Still at the very early stages of what I would consider a true "collaboration", the continuity of the surrounding color palette joins the subdued expression of the main subject. There is a hidden menace within the eyes seen through a face that expresses quite resignation echoed in the grey tones of the background and shadows. </span></td></tr>
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