Just three days ago was the artist Keith Haring’s (59th) Birthday.
My blog post is to simply keep his memory fresh and alive! Many people have claimed to be influenced by him and many more have benefited from making such claims while they in broad daylight paint their version of ‘Street Art’ for the world to see.
That’s cool if you can get away with it and not get arrested.
Even Keith knew the job at hand was a risk so he made sure to have someone with him photographer Tseng Kwon Chi to document just about all of his activities and use the (one) arrest as a marketing tool to finally be Identified as the chalk using graffiti artist whose humanoid figures touched everyone who encountered them.
Some people like to capitalize on the passing of an Iconic figure and have no problem collecting a check at the end of the day.
My intention of this post is only to shead some kind of light on a very unique situation I find myself in once again. Creating a work of art that nobody could ever do because of my intention in the beginning. And then the work of art becomes a sort of memorial to something or somebody?
I don’t know how this happens because I’m not thinking about anything finite about the subject?
I’m just as shocked as anybody who knew just how important Mr. O’Brian’s injection of Downtown Culture with Uptown panache was/is to New York City and beyond for those who read certain cultural magazines to find their own personal style within the pages.
I wish I were able to give you this painting the last time I saw you walking on Lafayette Street with a small boy in toe a few years back. Continue reading “And the ‘Beat’ is gone. Fairwell Glen O’Brian.”