I have always been a big fan of graffiti and art made from recycled materials. Chakaia Bookers work happens to be beautiful. She has taken the concept a step further and incorporated design:
I also miss the days of when the East Village was hopping with galleries. Although most of the work wasn’t very good. Most of the dealers weren’t either. I think it was the beginning of excellerated gentrification. Although I was seeing signs in the late 70’s, things really began to happen in the 80’s.
As far as I can see, artists are always the first to enter into the not-so-desirable neighborhoods. Then the Condo Cancer follows. That is why I write about the two. I don’t feel there is a separation. The artists are always a precursor for the developers to scope out the next trendy area. Then of course we get pushed out and these areas become homogenized.
Then you have people like me who write about these topics and produce art that addresses these topics metaphorically. Sometimes I come right out and say it, but my writings, books and drawings all address the same issues. Where is the next place? Is it Iowa? I was watching Girls last night and the Lena Durham character decides to go to grad school in (of course), Iowa. Seems as if she is a fish out of water, but as we all know, change is good, whether we like it or not. Gives us something to make art about.
Anyway the real estate market is still spreading its cancer and people I know are talking about moving upstate. It’s still cheap and pretty. Too much snow in Buffalo for me. Since so many artists are being forced out, perhaps artist colonies will start popping up around areas that people ordinarily escape from and come to New York. Perhaps we will all end up in Karpland:
Ivan is back and the shit will soon hit the fan: