Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2018

Art in Jersey City


At first, I didn't catch on what kind of bird it was, until the next day when it was done.

Look Ma... no brushes.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Art Building and Car Dolly

"Paint Peeling" Google Image Search
 
The remaining paint has been peeling off this second floor (below) for quite some time now. At some point it must have been discovered that leaving it that way was aesthetically pleasing, or whatever. Because Art.
 
Paint Peeling through Noah

What are the chances the building in owned by a fellow named Art? Or maybe the owner, is a woman married to a guy named Art? I'm just looking for Art in the picture.

Here is Google maps drive-by picture of the same building. Paint Peeling for the People.

Paint Peeling captured by Google

Coincidently, back in October 2013, I happened to have walked by the parked Google camera car, that might have taken the picture above, when I decide to take it's picture. I even made a post of it here.

Utility car waiting to peel off

Monday, November 11, 2013

El Curiot, Mexican artist


Such a first name as El, ya tan tanto muy curioso. 




¡Ahí el está! 




Now you are expert on El Curiot style and you can recognize his work anywhere.

I was watching one of the CSI shows off mute long enough to catch them entering an artist's room. The man has cartoons covering all of the walls and piled on every flat surface. The woman says,

"Yes, he is working on a graphic novel." 

By that depiction of an obsessed artist I realized that is how a graphic novel would happen, as occurring naturally by the artists obsession, not by making an obsession out of producing a graphic novel. The novel would self-organize by sheer dint of  production and compulsive obsession of drawing the same figure over and over in every conceivable configuration from every angle possible, and that being okay with them. Branching out from there. 

And that is how artists such as El Curiot and Britain's Bansky make themselves known, by forcing themselves onto people's consciousness by dint of their obsession, their naturally occurring production. All. Over. the. Place. 

And that is just the start. They persist with the same thing on interior walls, on canvases, on boxes nailed to walls, on boxes made into shrines of some artistic sort spilling out to the tabletop below them dripping onto the floor, the whole wall, the whole corner, the whole section of a room, the whole place an art installation. He is that carried away. And eventually people tune in and go, 

"Can I have a little piece of that, please?" 

And the artists says,

"Sure."

And that is how artists end up represented and with studios. El Curiot appears to be all over social media on his own. 

and many more.