Chris Hammerlein draws so freely, so stream-of-conscious, and for so long that he just can’t remember his own images. He draws something like twenty each day, sometimes sitting at his desk for eight hours at a time. And then they just slip from memory. One of my favorite Hammerlein ...
You might be surprised when I say that some of Wim Delvoye’s work is pure shit. But when I opened my July/September issue of Flash Art, there it was: a slick three-page ad shilling Cloaca faeces.
Harry Smith is a rising art star, a painter with growing recognition and a new show-all this despite the fact that he's been dead for more than ten years. You heard it here first, but credit the discovery to curator Raymond Foye, and artists Fred Tomaselli and Philip Taaffe.
Summer is when most galleries put on their group shows of gallery artists. So how does on gallery stand out from the rest? Give the group show a theme. And how does a particular theme show get the attention of this Shout writer? Title it Penetration.
Technically, Tom Fruin is guilty of possession. Pot, heroin, cocaine - anything that comes in those miniature Ziploc baggies. He's not the first. Originally, there was Arman, then Fred Tomaselli, then Damien Hirst. Fruin now joins the pantheon of serious contemporary artists who use actual ...
Apparently Robert Hawkins has gold fangs. According to the Gracie Mansion Gallery, Hawkins-a San Francisco native, who now lives in London by way of New York- also has a ton of piercing and tattoos, none of which I could verify visually when I spoke to him on the phone.
No more baby-doll clown killers for Mike Cockrill. In the '80s, he was half of the ultra-controversial bad boy art team Cockrill Hughes, which was lambasted by almost all critics and accused of making some of the most tasteless and disgusting art of all time.
In 1983, standing in Sidney Janis Gallery on 57th Street, I overheard an older gentleman enthusiastically and very audibly explaining the work of Jean-Michel Basquiat and graffiti artists Crash and Daze to a throng of entranced fellow collectors.
When I lived on the 64th floor of Cityspire, on 56th Street between 6th and 7th Avenues, in the early 1990s, I was determined to build the world's tallest building—Kostabi Tower, in Brooklyn. It would have been totally devoted to art, I hired a famous architect, Eli Attia, to design the ...
Every since the World Trade Center's destruction, art looks different to me. Everything takes on new meaning. Some artists are changing their whole approach to what they do. And much art suddenly seems strangely prescient.