Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Behold: J. Seward Johnson, Jr wrestles with his own mushy demons not five blocks from Parks. The title of this piece? Contact. This sculpture sits in front a red brick building complex that takes up an entire White Plains block. It's a mixed use office park/corporate housing development.

White Plains. Fuck yeah!

Studio roof 10.31.07

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

I've been taking the 7:40 am express train to work. And I've been walking to Westchester One from the train station so as to avoid the shuttle altogether: no more smooth jazz and undesirable early morning chatting for me.

During these walks to work, I've discovered something amazing. Not only is White Plains very, very far away from my apartment but the paved and windy acres surrounding the downtown municipal buildings are hemmed in by an superb collection of mawkish public art. Behold: Charles Parks unleashed in all of his sentimental fury. According to his website, he's the Rodin of the Brandywine.

Look at that lad feeding the gulls. Wonderful. White Plains by the sea. I so cherish the way its majestic cliffs of bone-colored clay fall recklessly away to the glittering shores of Outback Steakhouse. (Please note: the gull feeding from the lad's right hand has been removed, by vandals I am guessing. All that is left is a solitary gull head attached to the kid's right thumb. I did not commit this act of art criticism. (But I empathize with it.))

Oh, and a Vietnam memorial. (The close up of the Vietnam Memorial is so you can tell the upright solider--the one carrying the wounded soldier--is black. Just in case you couldn't tell from, say, Tuckahoe. Or, preferably, Long Island City.)

I'll give a few more tomorrow.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Fuckin Sussurus. Still gotta figure out where he lives and hunts...

But he don't live nowhere--nor hunt nowhere--near beachballs.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Okay. Considering the number of rooftop sunset photos I post, I didn't want to put these up. BUT. But. They're from my APARTMENT roof and I took them at SUNRISE a few weeks back.

So. Your mama.

Yep. Luxury. And vile carpeting.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Pebblebloof. Jesus. Done with the pebbles, mostly done with Popular Charlie.

Now: the rest of it.

Studio roof.

The little park that hugs the sewage treatment plant on the Brooklyn side of the Newtown Creek. It's a polite little park with a very Japanese rock garden field. Lots of raw rocks (igneous, granite perhaps) chosen for odd shape and crystal inclusion; several access points to the creek itself (though who would want to get in it?) Sign of life in said creek: thousands of little silver fish.