Arts Journalism
Heh heh.
I just love when people post stuff like this. I have a Bokov, a gift from the artist -- a crazy painting of the Statue of Liberty -- that he gave me when my friends and I were giving free advice on the street corner in Soho. Bokov's this adorable guy who used to make art and stick it on phone poles and other places around New York -- and probably still does, though his art is now sold in galleries.







WHOA! I too have a Bokov - a caricature of myself...as a French woman drinking champage with a poodle at my feet...drawn at a Robt Wms opening in LA in 1990 - charming! (spoiled!)
Ronnie at February 7, 2012 10:53 AM
Amy Alkon
https://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2012/02/arts-journalism.html#comment-2964134">comment from RonnieWow - that is so cool. Isn't he a wonderful guy? He's really from somewhere else (and I don't mean the Eastern bloc, where he hails from...but somehow a bit otherworldly).
Amy Alkon
at February 7, 2012 11:41 AM
His presence there was somewhat mystical - and the drawing created as a gift on the spot when he found out it was my birthday...
Ronnie at February 7, 2012 2:38 PM
The cat looks okay. The owner, um, too much time spent staring at Picasso's Guernica.
http://harveybenge.blogspot.com/2009/03/auckland-have-you-seen-this-cat.html
Gog_Magog_Carpet_Reclaimers at February 7, 2012 4:22 PM
Always enjoy a good wok pun.
Reminded me a little of an old show.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wok_with_Yan
As to found art or subversive art. Have not seen much in my area of the woods.
Thou one advert one I saw when I was really young still has an impression upon me. In a park I went to often there where some shoe prints on the sidewalk. Some one took the old 80s Van and had paint walked them to a local store selling the Vans. Just neat to see them walk around the park and street.
Another just popped up. Was the next ties on telephone poles. In an area of BC where I lived on the road between two small towns in the mountain where a whole bunch of ties on telephone poles. Went for kilometers. By the time I was ten or eleven. Most where gone, but every time I traveled I kept a sharp eye out for them.
Would post a link I dug up but alas got be careful of Amy SPAM blocker.
John Paulson at February 7, 2012 11:03 PM
"there where some shoe prints on the sidewalk. Some one took the old 80s Van and had paint walked them to a local store"
Reminds me of my friends and I -- dipping my buddy's hands in house paint and holding him upside-down while he walked down the middle of the street on his hands.
Looking up to see the Sheriff parked in a driveway watching us and doing nothing. We ran like mice, couldn't believe we got away with it.
The next day they laid down new blacktop on the road. Art is so .. temporary.
Gog_Magog_Carpet_Reclaimers at February 8, 2012 12:37 AM
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