Bruce Davidson’s 1959 “Brooklyn Gang” series

A new Bob Dylan video features photographs from Bruce Davidson’s 1959 “Brooklyn Gang” series to illustrate the song.  In the spring of 1959, Davidson met a group of Brooklyn teens called “The Jokers”.  That summer, he photographed the entire gang in their natural habitat, from hanging out late at night on the street corner to taking a  Coney Island beach trip with their girlfriends.   The “Beyond Here Lies Nothin’” video will appear exclusively on Amazon’s homepage until Wednesday, April 22, in the Bob Dylan Store for 30 days thereafter.

The complete series is on the Magnum website.

Haley Jane Samuelson

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Artist Statement
My own work is largely concerned with the meaning and existence of the self in today’s unstable, fragmented world, specifically how the individual is able to reconcile the external and internal forces that cause us to function in different, often contradictory, roles. Performative in essence, frequently employing role play and adopting multiple or different personas, my work not only reconstructs and documents other’s lives, but regularly becomes an intense examination of my own. The photographs in my latest body of work are an exploration of my own private experience with love and intimacy. Derived from what began as collaboration with my romantic partner, Michael, the work is an embodiment of my own subconscious forces at work, mixed with real events.

More specifically, the work chronicles the obsessive nature of our romantic relationship, and its overwhelming effect on my life, visually attempting to eliminate the distinction between dreams and reality, reason and madness, and objectivity and subjectivity by merging everyday occurrences with psychological aberrations. Fragmented, the events it depicts are not literal but figurative illustrations of a unique psychological state resulting from the self-reflexive nature of our relationship and the psychological breakdown between oppositional forces that comes with love; the internal and external, the self and the other, presence and absence and lucidity and blindness.

Website
http://www.haleyjsamuelson.com/

Upcoming Exhibit
Opening reception June 25th at Hous Projects gallery in Soho,  from 6-8

Josh George

“Voracious Vehemance” mixed media on wood panel  36×48

“Be Recumbent and Hushed” mixed media on wood panel  36×48

“Staunter Through Subversion” mixed media on wood panel  24×36

“Freedom Patrol” mixed media on wood panel  48×48

Artist Statement

My studio is about 200 square feet.  I have one window that lets in morning and afternoon light and fresh city air to dissipate the turpentine.  I have a fluorescent lamp overhead giving decent fake illumination, a sturdy wood easel, a thigh-high file cabinet that holds oil and acrylic paints, brushes, mediums, knives, tools, rags and my various paint pallets that are each an inch thick with years of pigment.  Piled on the floor is a collection of wall-paper sample books that I’ve acquired through various sources.  My main supplier has been a store down in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.  They usually have several books for me that would otherwise be garbage.  Getting them home can be a hassle: it’s a long walk to and from the R train carrying them by their plastic straps.  Wallpaper is an important part to the collage stage; my other important supplier is Giuliana, the owner of the gallery representing me in Milan.  I get a package from her every few months containing miscellaneous labels, maps, stamps and ticket stubs.  The hunt and the searching for these raw materials is endlessly inspiring.  It might be just a color or a repetition that starts the creative process, that makes me wonder:  What kind of narrative can I create out of someone’s discarded junk?

When I start a piece I work from a variety of sketches and photos, from a loose idea that stems from a common scene or situation.  The subjects are unnamed characters or unknown places, often it might be a mundane everyday activity represented but it leads to a setup for some unseen story.  I use my wife and myself as models a lot because it is convenient.  I like to have a life reference for things like hands, toes and noses.  It’s hard to invent the subtle ways that light affects form.

After some quick thumbnails I do a quick line drawing with an oil crayon on a sheet of wood panel that has been primed with a neutral toned latex paint, usually a brick red or a warm gray.  Wood panel is also a hassle to get home.  Sometimes I rent a van and get several pieces, it comes 48 inches by 96 inches, but storage in a Brooklyn studio is limited.  I often find myself getting a piece at the lumber yard that has been cut in half and I hump it home on the subway.  Sometimes the saw there is busted and I end up cutting it up myself on the sidewalk with a utility knife.  Though acquiring these materials is sometimes an arduous task, on my trek from the lumber yard to the studio, I get excited by the blank panels, and see them each as an opportunity.

After my drawing is applied the next step is gluing the collage elements down with gel-medium.  This stage can be the longest and requires patience and precision.  I’m working with pattern, color and texture, big to small, background to foreground— the mess created can get quite exhilarating.  Next I block-in flat areas with acrylic paint using a pallet knife, again big to small, out of focus into focus.  By scraping over the collage elements, I let some colors pop through while covering other areas up.  A kind of chaos is created.  After it has dried thoroughly I rescue it, make sense of the seemingly senseless with oil paint.  This can also be labor intensive, becoming precious at this point.

It takes a few days looking to decide if I’m done or not.  Every shape has to be in its correct location, shadows have to be the correct temperature.  Highlights on eyeballs and fingernails have to give a sense of realism.  To be fully satisfied with a work of art it has to hold some kind of personal gesture that maybe only I get.  It might be a note that my wife has left for me, a used UPS bill, a reference to a comic book I read years ago, or maybe some element is a complete surprise that is done intuitively, something that might have been on my mind prior to starting.  If in fact I am finished I’ll sign it.  The last step right before I photograph it is to apply a protective layer of varnish.  This is done outside of course and seals it up for good.

Contact and Links

www.joshgeorge.com
joshgeorge.blogspot.com

www.triagallery.nyc.com
www.sherryleedy.com
www.entroterra.it

Louisa Armbrust


Free Range Hockey, artist’s rendering of ongoing project, final materials are adhesive vinyl, dimensions variable


Melee 1, acrylic on canvas, 30 x 40″, 2008


Scenario 3, acrylic on canvas, 20 x 16″, 2008

Artist Statement
The conflicting characteristics of play fascinate me. Play is described as the opposite of work, but is used to train children to be ‘team players’ in the workplace. What if our co-workers were always trying to bite us? People take up sports to relax and have fun, then take them very, very seriously. Think of parents at a Little League game or packs of weekend warriors in head-to-toe Lycra riding their bikes while shouting to each other about their VO2 max. Play and playfulness are everywhere.

Choosing materials and techniques borrowed from commercial signmaking, such as stenciling, digital prints and laser-cut adhesive vinyl, I use games as my language and pictograms as my ‘alphabet’ to examine how play can be both productive, teaching ideals of fair play and sportsmanship, and an end in itself, as when a falling leaf must be chased or a bottle cap flicked, for the fun of it.

Artist Website
http://www.louisaarmbrust.com/

Giuseppe Castellano

Luca and Sarah, 16×20″, oil on canvas

Giuseppe Castellano is a portraitist working in Windsor Terrace, available for commissioned works. For more information, contact him at  pino.castellano@gmail.com.

Nuria Rabanillo de la Fuente

Materialismo, Nuria Rabanillo de la Fuente

Artist Website
www.rabanillodelafuente.com

Niesha White

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Niesha White, “Deer”

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Niesha White “Eloise”

Niesha White, “Bottom In Drag”

Artist’s Statement

My name is Niesha White and I am the daughter of an ex-Mormon hippie mom and an ex-Muslim hippie dad who raised me in the sea-salt air of a fishing town south of LA. After surviving a cross-country relocation, I ended up rooted in the beautifully strange spiritland of Brooklyn.

When I was small, I trusted art to be my companion. I knew, in that bold knowing way of children, that I would be an artist. But, just as knowing develops layers and confusing corners with experience, my artist identity bumped into various obstacles. What I have learned, however, is that each time I come back to my artwork, there are trace elements of whatever I have experienced while I was away. My art, therefore, carries hints of all the stages of my life, from magic realism to political activism, from modern dance to linguistic exploration.

Most recently, I have been working on a series of wood burnings and paintings which I call masks. This series, which uses animal heads on human bodies (and vice versa at times), is an exploration of how identities can change in stages of one’s life or even due to a new situation. The following narrative was written from the perspective of one of my pieces:

Masks Narrative

She was straight up fierce once, all boots and dreams. But the spin of the clock and a few unexpected outcomes had worn down her dreams into new shapes she kept mistaking for ordinary objects. Even her boots lost their shine. But what choice did she have but to live that way, waiting between breaths for a big bang shift of perspective.

On a random day in snow covered January, the tilt that she would later refer to as the ‘new beginning’ occurred. A casual downward glance is all it took, a realization that the subtle sexy sag in the seams of her tired boots made them more beautiful than ever. Then, like the slow relief of a late night aspirin, she began to see bits of glimmer in the corners of her dreams again. Packing this new view of herself, now masterfully woven from the reeds of who she had been, she picked up the mask and took her first grown-up swagger into ‘I can be anything’.

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