Fabian Pena’s Skull Made From Fragmented Cockroach Wings
If you are looking for an unforgettable “Oh Wow,” experience to take you away from the mundane and fill an hour or two of your all too limited leisure time, look no further than Manhattan’s Museum of Art & Design (MAD), where you’ll find one “Oh, Wow” reaction after another on the two floors occupied by a unique exhibit called Dead or Alive. Brought to you by the creative minds of over thirty international artists, Dead or Alive features sculptures and installations made up of such things – some formerly living, some merely by products – as botanical specimens, feathers, silk cocoons, bones, hair and insects. If you enjoy the idea of The Museum of Natural History filled with the work of Damien Hirst (who is also a participant) this exhibit is for you. Continue reading Must See Art: Dead Or Alive at The Museum of Arts and Design→
A Saturday or Sunday in Manhattan usually means one thing: Geoffrey and I will be having an Urban Adventure. It does not matter if it is freezing cold outside and the sidewalks are still crusted with snow and ice. We will bundle up and venture out onto the streets of New York to discover fun new things to experience here in our fair city, because that is how we roll. Continue reading Damien Hirst, Flooded McDonalds and Other Delights!→
Geoffrey and I spent a few hours this afternoon uptown at the Whitney Museum of Contemporary Art blowing our minds at their current exhibit, Summer of Love, which is so amazing it will make your head explode. We were able to get in free with my ID card from work, but it’s totally worth the $15 admission. One of my favorite parts of the exhibit was the Roomful of Mirrors, while Geoffrey couldn’t stop talking about this one installation Phantasy Landscape Visiona II, by Verner Panton, which he repeatedly referred to as “The Vagina Room.” Continue reading Psychedelic Art Exhibit at NYC’s Whitney Museum Gives Me Flashbacks!→
Groundbreaking American Artist Andy Warhol passed away on this day, February 22nd, in 1987. He was 58 years old. I recall that on that day, I was at a Julian Cope show at Club Lingerie in Hollywood when Copey announced from the stage between songs, “I just thought of something: Andy Warhol’s dead.” I was bootlegging the show so I have that on tape if I am ever asked to prove it. Andy died on the operating table in the midst of gallbladder surgery. Andy Warhol was one of the most original and visionary modern artists ever and is probably my favorite artist to this day. I still miss him.
