The Remains of Industry

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The Remains of Industry is painted at the abandoned Trunz Meat Factory in Greenpoint, Brooklyn with assistance from two brothers who were squatting in the building.

 

Demolition Leftovers 1978

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The purpose of the Demolition Leftovers project was to bring attention to ninety abandoned construction fence poles that circled the United States Pavilion demolition site. Although the site was seeded and new grass was growing, rusted demolition poles were hazardous and remained standing for months after the work crew left the area. I painted the poles bright fluorescent orange, not only as an attempt to draw attention to their existence, but functioned as a temporary artwork to visitors to the park. Eventually, after writing a few letters, the poles were completed removed from the site, bringing the park back to its natural state of existence. Read the rest of this entry »

Eco Art Projects-Warning Signs 4U2C

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“As a painter, act as the eye of the community, for the community.”

“In the 70s, I made a conscious choice of changing the formal aesthetics I was taught in art school. No longer interested in working within the spatial restrictions of a white canvas, I embraced the outdoors, reducing the value of an art object to that of a shared visual experience for the general public. At the same time, the formal ‘blankness’ of a typical gallery, devoid of any distinctive character, no longer held interest for me.”

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Mortal Wounds: Disappearing Places of Spirit, Newark, New Jersey.

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Mortal Wound in Newark

a mourning like no other morning
the sun rose up
to show support

the crew was laughing drinking coffee
their wrecking ball
had never failed

a final mass and a church stood empty
stillness
then a blasting whistle

a test of strength that didn’t crumble
solid stones
and mortared walls

an ensuing battle with snapping cables
the bell tower
taking months to fall

a clash between man and structure
all that’s remains
is leveled ground

the chorus echo and clinging silence
stained glass pieces
on ice and snow

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