Sunday, April 26, 2009

Art In the City

Who says art in New York is dead?  I see art everywhere. As a matter of fact, I went on an Art Walk today and took some pictures of a few very important pieces.

Homotopy #12 (marker on wood, 2009)

The following is a triptych, Formal Dining (chalk and lead-based paint on glass and brick, 2009). 

Here is what Thenebrius Deitz, famed art critic, had to say about this work: "(Formal Dining) addresses language as a major visual subject matter: the visual body of language, the embodiment of voices as words and gestures, and language as a metaphor of the worldly aspect of human existence through the eloquence of naming and writing." 

Panel 1
Panel 2
Panel 3
Panel 4
Panel 5 

Art is an important means of expression. Marky Mae will keep you up-to-date on the Art Happenings in New York City so you can live fuller, richer lives.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Why I Love New York, #5

Picture it - Chrissy and I are on the subway. He's on his way to some appointment and I am planning to go to a yoga class in Union Square (at the Shala). We're doing what we generally do, quoting inane movies to each other instead of engaging in real conversation.

Chrissy - "The small lemon-colored animal."
Marky Mae - "I shall go and purchase the necessary comestibles."

Then, all of a sudden, we hear the all-too-familiar call of The Subway Panhandler. Most of the time, when one hears the inane ululations of these degenerates, one covers one's ears with headphones, acts as if he or she is very involved with a book, or pretends to be deaf. This time, however, there is no avoiding Mr. Vagabond.

"I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person. I gots no place to sleep. I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person. I'm a homeless person."

Back and forth, he trumpets this information, as if we couldn't figure it out just by looking at him, and then - something awesome happens. It turns out that he has Tourette Syndrome

He continues his assault on the subway car, marching back and forth and shouting that same line, until he stops in front of a petite woman who is smartly bobbed, dressed for success. She sits stoically, her eyes locked in a gaze toward the floor. He looks down at the hapless lady, pauses his rant, and then shifts gears.

"I'ma FUCK DIS HO UP! I'ma FUCK DIS HO UP! FUCK DIS N*GGA! FUCK DIS N*GGA!" He begins repeating, much like his previous mantra, and storms off in our direction. When he's about three inches away from my friend Chrissy, who is blocking his way, he stops and breathes down Chrissy's neck. "Excuse me," he says to Chrissy in a soft, polite voice.

Chrissy shuffles out of the way, and then the hobo goes back on his tirade.

Sometimes, the subway is a magical place.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Definitive Proof that We As a Culture Have FAILED.

This is, by far, the most disgusting, disturbing, revolting, idiotic, insipid, pandering, loathsome, inane, foul, vulgar, distasteful, egregious, filthy, moronic, imbecilic, cretinous, flabbergasting, dung-encrusted, horrific, putrescent, purulent, creatively bereft, misogynistic, terrifying, ugly, tainted, ignominious, horrendous, and just plain gross ad I have ever seen. In every single way. And what makes it worse - it's aimed at children. (And why, oh WHY did it have to be SpongeBob?)

Burger King - I hated you before, but I REALLY hate you now. You "Marketing Executives" who are knowingly and willingly contributing to the destruction of this once-great culture by luring kids in with this sick shit - just so you can sell pieces of plastic crap in a "kids meal" - I hope each and every one of you rots in Hell for all eternity. 

This is just beneath contempt.

Witness the end of civilization: