Tuesday, September 29, 2015

My own private Sukkah

Growing up as a kid in Brooklyn I was close friends with Heshie an Orthodox Jewish boy who lived in our apartment house on 12th avenue in Boro Park He loved Superman and he would come up to our apartment every week to watch the show on our tv. I was not religious but when Sukkah came around I got all excited because he would invite me to his family's Sukkah that his father built on the fire escape in the back of our buidling. I loved the little house with the straw roof and the smells, the color paper decorations and I have no doubt that I was influenced by this house building thing. Maybe some smart art historian or critic will in the future connect these dots.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Notebook drawing September 2015

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Broadsided respone to the refugee crisis.

I have a piece in this Broadsided special feature. Poets and writers check it out and maybe write a poem for one of the images.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Notebook drawing september 2015

Brain Dead

Am I living in Bizarro World or what. Am I the only one who thought that this pile of dung's joke was vile and disgusting? He has been getting me sick for years especially after his homophobic rants, but the Hollywood audience at the Emmy's just ate this up. I found it misogynist and promoting violence and rape against women. I was attacked on a fb friend's post by turds (now blocked) who thought this was funny and fine and basically told me it's a free country and he could say whatever he wants. I think this putz is brain dead and I would never ever watch him in anything. I was a captive audience and it happened too fast for me to turn him off. I find it shocking at how receptive the so called Hollywood liberals were to this garbage, was it because he was nearly killed in a car accident that they were so accepting of this hatred. Why is this any different from Cosby, do actions speak louder than words? It seems that gays and women are still fair game not only in comics demeaning routines but also in the political world. I see no difference in this piece of shit's nasty humor and the almost daily hate coming from the far right with regards to women and gays. Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I did notice that Tina Fey lowered her head at this joke so maybe she also took offense, I don't know.

"It's only recently that I've started to feel like myself again, which means a whole lot of women, y'all gonna get pregnant at the after-party," he quipped, receiving loud laughs from his peers.

ira joel haber. Jack Larson. 1928-2015. Forever Jimmy Olsen

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Some recent photographs

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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Notebook drawing September 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


This latest  piece in Oddball marks my 41st appearance. The poem is by Chumki Sharma. The photo is of course one of my photos of Brooklyn at night.


Friday, September 11, 2015

Picasso Sculpture. The Museum Of Modern Art

  I took my sad and worried self up to the membership  preview at the Moma the other day. I went to see a show that I knew I would love and I was not wrong. In fact I loved it even more than I could have imagined, after all this was a show of work by my father and your father. For if not Picasso who then could I call my pops.
This is a magnificent large and beautifully installed show full of great sculptures and I use that term lightly, with a grain of art salt, because growing up I thought of sculpture as something dull and static. The stuff you would see in parks or on on top of buildings where pigeons paraded and rested. Of course I changed my mind as I grew up and looked and saw and loved what sculpture could be. The Moma was my school my class and its where I saw my first of everything wonderful including Popa Picasso. He's now residing at this still sometimes great museum and the pulse races and the heart soars on viewing this great and memorable exhibition.
I mean how much Pablo can we take. It seems like there is a show of his at some gallery or museum every other month, week and year. There are shows of his black and white paintings, memorable memorabilia shows, and even when the show is not only about him, he is it. There is no one else in all the world.
That I love him is besides the point, that I love his art is the point, and in this magnificent show there is a lot to love. The sculptures go from 1912 to 1964 and include some old favorites but also many new and unseen pieces. In the early gallery are 6 of his glasses of absinthe each one has its own shelf life, each one perfection each one a little gem.
This was one of his pieces that inspired and influenced me as a young young artist and seeing them all here for the first time was brilliant. Also cubist, here are his important works of instruments guitars and violins made of shocking (at the time and maybe still) found materials. They move in open space. Each gallery opens up and invites us in and there is not one bad piece (to me anyway) in this sprawling exhibition that glows and shines all over the palce.
One can spend time just thinking about his use of materials that still look fresh and original like they were made yesterday, how did he come up with that, or this. Twisting banging and hammering materials to fit his visions. Then there are the Boisgeloup scuptures these large heads and busts that looked deformed hurt and not easy to look at. Made of cement and plaster they haunt.
In the next gallery are his lovely and easy to love ceramics I could look at them all day, and I do wish there were more, he must have made thousands of these that show off his way with forms and color, well he was one of the great colorists of the 20th century. But its also around here and in a few of the other galleries that he gives me trouble with his whimsy and whimsical sculptures.
I don't care for whimsy cute monkeys made from parts of toys, bulls, goats and women with baby carriages, this is put a smile on your face work, cheap thrills and easy to love for those who have trouble loving the better and more difficult pieces. But you can still marvel at his use of materials and his vivid and long lasting imagination. Let me stop and just say that this is the show of the year, maybe the decade and its on until Feb. The crowds will be rough and large so be prepared to be annoyed but also inspired and thrilled. Ah Popa.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Notebook drawing September 2015

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

John Perreault 1937-2015

This is a hard post for me to write. Today I got the news of the death of one of the seminal and important people in my life. I'm heartbroken and those who know me well here know the history of me and John. Maybe more will follow but for now this will have to do. The photo is by me from the early 70's and the cover is by Philip Pearlstein. Rest in peace my dear friend.

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Art done in August 2015

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