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“So What?” from the Pope of Pop

andy-warhol-diaries-pop-art-blog-nycIn “The Philosophy of Andy Warhol”, Warhol, discusses in a chapter entitled, Time, his “So What” theory.

It’ s pretty radical in it’s simplicity, and it’s an awesome freeing message!

Andy says ” sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, “So What?”

“My mother didn’t love me.” So what?

“My husband won’t ball me.” So what?

“I’m a success, but I’m still alone.” So what?

He goes on to say that he has no idea how he survived before he learned that trick, but that once he got it he never forgot.

WORD. To. The. Wise.

Andy-Warhol-quote-pop-art-blog-nycSo fast forward to Today Speak, we can translate Andy’s “so what?” Into “whatever”. Right? Nothing is THAT important, that serious! Isn’t it all kind of blown up from that deflated balloon reality where it all begins? Light hearted, whimsical, fun, POP!  The lofty, uber pretentious days can be historically interesting but in real time also a colossal drag!!!

His book, a masterpiece of ingenious witticisms, logic, and unique observations, is a real X-Ray into Andy Warhol’s Head. A head full of confetti. Like one of those old school bubble gum machines with prizes mixed in with multi colored gum balls. Put the penny in and you don’t know what you will get. But you will get something you didn’t have before. And that’s what Warhol’s book gives us – new ideas, a new way of looking at everyday things. It’s all about the NEW, because face it people don’t really dig the old. Not really. They may pretend they do, but actually— Noooooo.

We want it hip, hot, fresh, right off the grill, spicy, the day after Today!

Warhol-marilyn-monroe-pop-art-nyc-blogAnd his art was like that. The pop concept, everyday things become artworks. A soup can, a shoe, a dollar sign, a cereal box, Marilyn Monroe, anything really that caught his eye. And his method of reproducing his art using silkscreen, so there was no possibility of ever running out of a painting with a one time sale. He was guaranteeing the infinite, removing limits, his eternal dollar signs multiplying with every copy the silk screen spun out.  His photographic technique for his portraits of the jet setters he worshipped and who followed him around like the pied piper of NYC, were all inherent components in achieving his  popularity and fame. He turned the boring stuff of life into something exciting and new. But only through art, and his cutting edge, off the grid lifestyle, that attracted everyone from the down and out in Beverly Hills types to the hoity toity silver spooners of Park Avenue. They all wanted to join Andy’s fraternity of pop! Membership guaranteed your POPularity , the ticket to Oz, the trip from dullsville to Crazytown, where everyone wanted to live in the psychedelic sixties!

warhol-factory-nyc-pop-art-nycBut only the Cool could enter. And that could be anyone from his drugged out blue blood friend Edie, to his Factory drag star UltraViolet, to his best bud Samo aka Basquiet, Ingrid Superstar, and of course his telephone mate Bridgette, his alter ego earpiece from “The Andy Warhol Diaries”, his prime requirement is that they are funny and they entertain him. “Funny people are the only people I ever get really interested in, because as soon as somebody isn’t funny, they bore me.”

Who can overlooked the fact that he refers to his tape recorder as his “wife?” I could read so much into that but I am sure you could too, so I will just leave it alone for now.

andy-warhol-soup-cans-art-gallery-nycAnd boy, his pop art certainly fulfilled that need to be entertained, in it’s color, it’s whimsy, it’s humor, it’s cultural relevance, it’s 60’s iconography, they all integrate to promote his psychology, his pov, his kooky perspective, and he didn’t give a shit whether or not you dug him or not. Actually in his “philosophy”, he makes it clear that he goes for the opposite of the current reality. On purpose.  His take on money is beyond the pale because it is sooo radical, he loves money, clearly his shopping excursions on Madison Avenue attest to that, but he also dismisses it and has a voyeuristic attitude toward the rich and famous people he associates with who warhol-factory-party-pop-art-blogclamour around his factory parties looking for the newest kick to amp up their boringly money infested lives. He sells his art with this kind of ambiguous talking point, sealing the deal, because hey it was the sixties, and if it was hip and new , and involved drugs, sex, and rock and roll, it was a hit! Andy managed to do all of this and then some.   Capote got axed when he spilled the dirt on his so called friends in that hated tell all ” Answered Prayers”, taking him into a spiral of doom, as his friends banished him from their social circles, after he betrayed their trusts, in an embarrassing expose. But Andy does it differently because he philosophized from his own point of view about the generalities of people and situations without really getting specific, but you got the message! No harm. No foul. He managed to slide by, while Capote fell off and got stepped on.

andy-warhol-quote-pop-art-blog-brooklynThat’s art! Get the message or don’t get the message! I look at Matisse’s “Woman with a Hat”, and see stuff, that you don’t. Great! So What? Why can’t everything be like a big SO WHAT? Why are we soooo concerned by minutia, the idiotic crap that energy is expended on daily, that’s of no real importance or substance, just time filling misdemeanors?

In the Philosophy of… Everything is simplified according to Andy’s world. He turned his interests into art and business. A joint affair. He loved gossip! LOVED. Hence “Interview Magazine.” Loved celebrities, hence the pop portraits. He loved commercial style, and fashion, from his clerking days in Bergdorfs, and his store window dressing making a living 9-5 days at Bonwit’s,  hence his chosen icons and the neon colors he used coming  straight out of the sixties, and the  psychedelic moroelight show acid trip world he lived in at the time !

philosophy-of-andy-warhol-art-blog-brooklynI can read the “Philosophy of Andy Warhol”, and still get new crumbs from the golden nuggets of pop isms, after the fifth reading, because it’s just one of THOSE books, but for me it’s also a genuine artist book written by the Master of Pop Art, an art legend that the hipsters of today have only read about in art class or perhaps viewed his Gold Marilyn at the MOMA, or strolled by that funky silver statue in front of his old office building in Union Square in NYC.

His breakdown of philosophy into the major life areas: is genius. He is right on. Like what else really matters?

Love. Work. Beauty. Fame. Time. Death. Economics. Atmosphere. Success. Art. Titles. The Tingle. Underwear Power. That’s it!

The beginning. The middle. The end.

You want to paint? Paint. Want to write? Go for it . Act? Yes. Sing? Ok!

Think about cool stuff? Like Philosophy?

“In the 60’s everybody got interested in everybody.

In the 70’s everybody started dropping everybody.

The 60’s were clutter.

The 70’s are very empty.”

What about Today? in 2014, Millennium  years, what have we become? What would Andy call us ? How would he define us in  a chapter in his book, published in 1975? What kind of art would he be making today?

He wouldn’t.

15-minutes-of-fame-andy-warhol-nyc-pop-art-blogIt was a time, HIS time, HIS generation, and HIS mark in history, a pop culture icon, the most famous celebrity pop artist on the planet! He once said , “everyone will be famous for 15 minutes”. It’s a universally known easily identifiable Warhol quote. Reality Shows of today prove his prophecy, as well as people’s personal Youtube videos, sex tapes, and the various computer resources available for publicity hounds seeking attention. Everybody seeks that fame Andy talks about , even if it’s fast and furious, the 15 minute in and out.

In his own case, however he didn’t need any of our super tech assets to stake his claim to fame. And it is a lot longer than 15 minutes! It’s Forever!

Pop Poet of Greenwich Village

ee-cummings-poet-art-nycE.E. Cummings. Poet extraordinaire. Long inhabitant of 4 Patchin Place, a tiny enclave in Greenwich Village, where he lived most of his life, writing  poetry, next door to his neighbor Djuna Barnes, the eccentric novelist. Cummings was prolific and passionate about his art of choice which was poetry, and he developed a unique style of wording, using grammatical syntax and confusing sequences to make his poems real. Proper grammar interested him not and neither did punctuation or trivialities like capital letters in appropriate places. To say that he claimed his craft with a unique and rare vengeance would be an understatement! There is no mistaking a poem by EE Cummings. When he writes:

Buffalo Bill’s

Defunct

Who used to

Ride a water-smooth-silver

Stallion

And break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

Jesus

He was a handsome man

And what I want to know is

How do you like your blue yes boy

mister Death

 

What am I reading one might ask?

What is he talking about?

What IS he talking about?

 

A more typical response would just be “huh”?

ee-cummings-poet-art-nycEE was just doing his thing, that is writing poems the way he wanted to. His style, his ideas, his way of taking the inner and transmitting it to the outer, with his own concocted, kooky word play and conflicting images was not only brilliant, it raised his creative power to a higher level.

Fun to read. Like figuring out a puzzle, a poem puzzle. Reading a painting can be like that. Especially if it’s in the surrealist or abstract realm because it’s totally subjective. Who you are determines what you see.  Pop art has especially gotten a bad rap from the self acclaimed art judges who love to call pop, stupid or silly or crazy or just not art period! Why?  Because it looks so free, so colorful, so whimsical? Pop brings out the child in the artist in a special way. All art has that childish liberating component, but  POP especially seems to dominate in that arena of light hearted pure whimsy. Like Andy Warhol said, ” Pop art is for Everyone!”

Reading Cummings: #34 from his collection:

 

“a thrown a

-way It

with some-

Thing sil

-very

 

;bright,&:mys(

 

a thrown a-

way

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-mas)ter-

 

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-ous wisp A of glo-

Ry.pr

-testily

cl(tr)in(ee)gi-

 

OKaaaaay.

greenwich-village-art-nycWhat IS that? Is he playing with all of us, or is he using poetry to stimulate our minds and force us to rethink, analyze, dissect and then form our own conclusion as to what exactly did we just read?  A common phrase I overhear while gallery browsing, is “Oh my 4 year old could do that, or that’s art?…. Are they crazy”? When facing Morris Louis squiggly lines, or Clifford Stills‘ harsh black canvases of space, or the Albers geometric boxes, the common reactions of scorn and ridicule can be daunting to the emerging artist who knows that his art is also susceptible to a similar humiliating critique. But so what? Like EE and his insane sounding poetry, the painter and his deranged masterpieces will thrive because of, and in spite of the audiences poisonous darts.

That’s the risk the artist takes as a part of the job we have been hired to do by the Divine Source. There is no insurance policy, no job security,for the poet sitting at his typewriter, or the painter, brush in hand staring at the vast emptiness of the white canvas before him. Are we trying to please the others out there, or are we pleasing ourselves from within? The outside people pleasing game is a lost cause for any artist. How can we possibly know what people like?

pop-art-canvas-for-sale-nycThe goal for the artist should be to keep inspiration in high gear and continue to work. EE Cummings, in his tiny studio on Patchin place morphed into one of the most well known poets of the 20th century!  Jackson Pollock threw paint unto his canvases strewn on the floor of his barn and made history. Edward Hopper looked out the windows of his Washington Square North studio and documented the solitude of the city in startling realism. Night Hawks, the painting inspired from his daily walks in Greenwich Village to his favorite diner, now so intrinsic to pop-art-poster-nyc-brooklynAmerIcan culture that Everybody recognizes it. William de Kooning helped make that new crazy art form, named abstract expressionism , more than just a fad of the 1950’s, but a serious new chapter in art, like cubism, impressionism, surrealism, pop, and there are so many more examples, that define the creative genius spawned from that supernatural gift, that says it’s Your making and doing and so what if people don’t get it now one day they will.

So. If you think you are an artist, you probably are an artist. Otherwise why would you imagine such an absurd thing? Play the Monopoly Game of Life, and Just Pass Go! The Being is in the Doing. When someone looks at your painting or reads your poem and says “HUH”?  just think of Pop Poet E.E. Cummings and Buffalo Bill and smile! More importantly Keep Doing it!!!

Where’ s your Poster Passion?

pop-art-poster-brooklynI have always had a passion for posters! Posters have always caught my attention with the speed of lightening — the colors, the bold lettering, the subject, the commercial effect, all of it has never ceased to catch my eye and draw me if I see a poster I like, it’s a happiness on steroids moment!  And other than my own work, I love the posters of Mucha and Lautrec,with Doisneau, Man Ray, and Warhol coming right behind and anything pulp or noir included.

Posters have been considered cool, a avant-garde shall we say, since those historic art world evolving days of Lautrec and Mucha, and Utrillo. Then fast forward to the 60’s. drugs, sex, and rock and roll! Sounds like Paris in the early 1900’s the Belle Epoch or as Gertrude Stein called it The Lost Generation. The  light show phenomena was a match made in poster heaven – those swirling colors, and hippie slogans went together effortlessly. We adorned our rooms at home, our dorm rooms at college, stages, coffee shops, diners, head shops, were decorated with posters.

monterey-pop-festival-posterWho can forget the famous Monterey Pop poster with Janis Joplin front and center?  Or Andy’s Gold Marilyn? There are certain art forms that adhere to poster style like Dylan took to folk. Pop art is a made to order for posters. A natural. Warhol with his commercial stylized pop art, and Mucha with his ornate, embellished, ultra feminine art nouveau designs advertising products of his day, companied with his muse, the Queen of theatre Sarah Bernhardt, often his model, took his painting off the canvas and onto the paper in poster form that glorified the product with the beauty of the gorgeous women he had posing for him in his studio in Prague.

Toulouse Lautrec Poster Moulin Rouge ParisToulouse Lautrec had his famous poster of Aristide Bruant from the Moulin Rouge plastered on walls all over Paris, as well as Jane Avril, the darling of the Can-can dance one of his favorite models and friends, and many others. Posters became the rage and they still are today! More than ever!

I have discovered that  my paintings also love the poster. And the poster loves back. It’s kind of a love match made in poster heaven. The bold colors, the retro and complex collage design, the story telling I do all make for a jazzy poster, framed or freely hanging. Since I have Always loved posters this makes me very happy!

cool-pop-art-poster-californiaMarilyn Monroe PosterPosters are a glossy, bold, immodest, brazen way to liven up your apartment. You are  making a small investment , but receiving generous returns! Maybe you can’t splurge on the real thing , but you can party with a poster! I still have my Endless Summer poster from 1972, the hot pink, fiery orange, and Malibu sun yellow make a steamy summer statement unavoidable by the viewer. Richard Avedon’s poster of Marilyn Monroe sitting in that long white gown,  makes the room interesting, a focal point , and anything and everything else in that room fades away. I could go on and on, but the bottom line is that the poster is a legit art form and creates a mood and a message undeniable for over 100 years.

Joy D'orsay Pop art posterWhile checking out my paintings at joydorsay.com. I hope you consider my pop art posters on my Etsy store. I have them available for you to hang out with,  be entertained, enjoy, and add to your collection as well as to your life, as you experience The Joy of Art!

 

Pop Art at the Top of Nyc

pop-art-nyc-1Every time I turned on my radio in 1970 I heard The Supremes, Motown’s Darlings, With Jean Terrell, Mary Wilson, and Cindy Birdsong blasting the top bit of the day which was about climbing a ladder to the roof. Diana wasn’t around for this tune.

It was a catchy tune and the words were appropriate to the roof hopping & hanging days of the 70’s and the 80’s when roof chillin’ was the alternate reality to day tripping on the rat infested garbage infused graffiti covered crime ridden crack  cocaine smothered streets of the times. Those “good old days”  where artists were underground like Burroughs, Mapplethorpe, Basquiet, Haring, gender bending Factory Recruits, and above ground – the Warhol’s, the Patti Smith, the Blondie, the Lou Reed, drinking and drugging at Max’s or freaking out at the Factory, or acid tripping in the Village eventually everybody ended up on the Roof!

pop-art-nyc-supremesRoofs were the perfect escape and fun stuff happened there in the clouds way above the fray and chaos of Manhattan madness!

And YES we did want to go up! why not? Romance, rendezvous-vous, a plethora of secret assignations would take place in that secret sky world.
And TODAY we still want to GO UP! Oh Yea!

In Manhattan, Brooklyn, and let’s get real if you aren’t already, IS there any OTHER place that matters? Everybody  wants a rooftop experience. I do. you do. and yes. they do too. So in order to be the hippest hottest swag smothered bar You had better put it on a Roof! New Yorkers want to sit in the stars sipping their gold plated cocktails ! We want that View, that looking down and over the Big Apple Metropolis while indulging our hedonistic impulses and putting the weekly grind behind.

The Whythe Hotel rooftop, is HOT! It burns with the fire of hipsters, recruits, cool young IT lookalikes, models, freaks, Girls wannabes, and anything in between! Are you in bearded man mode, fedora must have, skinny as a leftover chicken bone, tattooed like you are the map of the world, bald, ombré? Then find your roof ASAP . The Roof is where it’s at . Williamsburg Cool,  it is the place to be if you want to be anything or anyone but a Suburbia Revolutionary Road prototype , or Mad Men stereotype or even Cheever drunken disappointment on the Down low.

wythe-rooftop-barNo Thanks. I’ ll take the roof and whether or not it’s at the Whythe, the infamous Gansevoort, the Dream in Times Square, The Delancey,or Jimmy at the James it beats the mundane, the banalesque rap we get anywhere else roaming on the streets with the mob.

On the roof you drink, you hookup, you dream, you plot, you stare and sweat with other fellow roommates all having a moment of rooftop bliss a moment away from the stars. This is where us art types get inspired and fed .

Waitressing in the Hot Pants days of the early 1970’s on one of the highest roofs in Manhattans upper east side I got a taste of the Roof as I served drinks and delicacies to the rich and privileged. I was literally on the top of Nyc suspended on a glorious pinnacle of  creative inspiration walking the proverbial tightrope between artistic passions and mundane servitude.

The Rooftop Terrace Club was a perfect vehicle for jet starting myself as an artist into the unknown stratosphere before me. As I served the lucky habitants of their pristine privileged world, their cocktails only a concrete barrier preventing  a suicide plunge into the East River, a telescopic view into the glamour of the esteemed River House next door, where the Gloria Vanderbilts and Plimptons and Kissingers reigned their, I inhaled the wealth of rampant materialism surrounding me which would later all be thrown into cultivating my style of painting – a kaleidoscope of urban life.

Nyc gives us a taste of so much from the crumbs to the cornucopia of life for sure and we find it all over. But what we want really is to occasionally get out of the gutter and Climb up the Ladder to the Roof and see like The Supremes called it  just  how life can be Better!

pop-artist-williamsburg-brooklynIt’s Brooklyn, it’s Manhattan, it’s Queens, it’s Coney, it’s Bronx, where painters, musicians, poets, writers, painters, the Beats, the Hippies, The Rockers, The Punk, meet, mingle create, from corner to corner, the garbage strewn gutter, the filthy subway, the stench, the human cesspool, rats to reggae, royalty to rags, mind numbing noise, eerie silence, it’s all here in our faces and that’s why sometimes we need to climb UP and get close to the sky the stars, the lights of manhattan below watching us! Keeping us going on our Art fueled journey, where space holds no limits and the Roof is our launching pad in our unique City of the World.

Check out my collection of original canvas pop art or my pop art posters on my Etsy store!

Light up your home with the Art of Joy!

Reading Art

Artists like reading about artists. Their crazy lives, their tilted reality, the fuel that drove them to the power of creation. Yes it’s true! Gerard de Nerval walked his pet lobster on a leash through the streets of Paris, Toulouse Lautrec carried his absinthe in the hollowed out flask in his cane, Picasso never threw anything away (Classic) hoarder, and Mapplethorpe entertained his boyfriends in his apartment at the top of 1 Fifth in Greenwich Village  Before it became an expensive luxury condo. Sure, there are so many stories of the eccentricities particular to painters poets musicians actors dancers that convince the reader that YES the artist is not like you. Or, no, the artist is not like you.

strand-nyc-famous-artistsMy favorite place for this exploration of artist bio is The Strand in NYC, one of the remaining bookstores still alive and well. Their art book floor is a wealthy vault stocked with riches only an art lover would appreciate, providing a bounty of info, a gluttonous feast! one can spend days overloading with the vast bios, pictorials, history, essays, waiting to be explored. And I have done just that..Sometimes I need to get out of the studio. Refresh and revitalize and my way to do it is to explore past artists lives. It’s a great way to escape and enter another world. Familiar yet distant exotic and surreal.

Picasso ClownsWhether it’s Suzanne Valladon or Francis BaconToulouse Lautrec, Modigliani, or Caravaggio they each have a story and each story is a unique revelation giving an insightful view into the mind and methods,the how and why this painting came to be, this photograph was taken, or how this sculpture  came alive out of a block of stone. The mystery unveiled in the written word documented often by the artists themselves. Van Gogh’ s bio is a revelation! Picasso’s lover, Fernande Olivier indulges us with a peek into the starving artist world of Montmartre in the early 1900’s when Picasso found the clowns and harlequins in the circus life a welcome escape from the dark brutal reality of painting by candlelight huddled in the freezing hovel called Bateau Lavoir the studios of Monmartre where genius was born. And we can’ t overlook The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, his up close and personal account of life as he saw it and his motivations for popping out his Warhol creations in his Dream Machine called The Factory! Pop Art Andy style integrated his life with literature,  and his creation of Interview Magazine gave him a venue for putting that Andy philosophy onto the pages he knew would get infiltrate the readers minds who perhaps knew next to nothing about art but were fans of pop culture and cool celebrities like the ones he featured on the covers every month! Interview was one of my favorites and I never ever missed a copy! The Liza’, the Halstons,  Blondie , Mick, Bianca, Jackie-O, we’re thrilled to be included in Warhol’s stable of Interview celebs!

pop-art-gallery-NYCSo I go to get a glimpse, distant it may be, of a world of art where the sterile gentrification the expensive and expansive environment of today, did not exist. The perfect studio Joseph Cornell created his magical boxes of wonder at his mothers kitchen table in College Point Queens, so opposite to today’s celebrity gathering at the Hottest NYC gallery in Chelsea, or is it Bushwick ,or wait maybe Williamsburg, no Harlem? SoHo is Over for art and artists that’s a given. The only thing even slightly reminiscent there is the closed down frontage of OKHarris, on West Broadway, the 1970’s Gallery that was the Kilimanjaro for any aspiring painter. But now it’s most likely scheduled for a glitzy condo building that only the 1%’can afford.

toulouse-lautrec-artistWhether it’s KiKi of Montparnasse, the salon of Gertrude and Alice, the martyrdom of Suzanne Valdon as she cared for her prolific painter son, Utrillo as he in his alcoholic rages and fits of insanity managed to keep painting under her watchful eye, the absinthe ridden Lautrec, deformed and hindered in every way – except the way he was meant to follow – painting the brothel scenes of Monmartre and the nightlife at the Moulin Rouge, or the ravaged Modigliani cut short in his prime as he suffered the freezing winters in unseated ateliers, drinking his way thru the Paris of the early 20th century, the stories are here in the books, documented between pages of memories, letters, research, conversations, poetry, journals, dungeons of lives waiting to be discovered.

Like at the Strand.

Art is Art. The painters of yesterday reflect on today’s emerging And established artists . But they should know who they are dealing with and what. For Me it is a perfect blend of new dimensions, fresh insights and fantastic possibilities! Traveling through chapters of artists lives takes me, a NYC artist, on an adventure- past to present that  opens doors, revealing fresh ideas and inspiration , and leads me to an expansive creative territory as I travel page after page after page……..

Brooklyn Fedora Frenzy

hipster-fail-brooklyn-1While cruising Brooklyn galleries last weekend looking for information and inspiration, I notice now that spring has sprung the Fedora fetish has come to life with a frenzy! It’s everywhere and anywhere, that little straw hat with the black band perched slightly sideways on heads roaming the streets of Nyc , and particularly dominantly Brooklyn. It’s positioned on hat heads, meaning the head that’s genetically made for a hat, and unfortunately on non hat heads as well. That’s unfortunate. But it does give the hipster look to the non hipster who craves that appeal. Easy. Just put a fedora on and boom! You are a hipster, except now it’s become tired. Used to be the artsy types sporting a fedora with the cocky self assured confidence of the innovator style setter. But that was 2 years ago and now it’s still hanging on with a vengeance but lacking the nouveau allure it had in its infancy.

hipster-fail-brooklyn-2Some lucky people can work the fedora with swag but the ones who fail give the fedora a bad name . So why do it? In the art Soho days of the 70’s when art was dirty and kind of the way it is supposed to be, nobody would have been caught dead wearing a fedora. Waaaay too affected pretentious and downright silly. But in the Soho of past days, guys wore a lot of hair and girls did too. Remember the Broadway show HAIR? To hide your flowing locks with a straw hat would have been shameful and counter productive! Hair was to be seen in all of its glory – as the artists covered the battered lofts of downtown with their newest inspiration and the subways and walls of Manhattan with the graffiti tags that made them street worthy artists like Basquiet, Haring and Warhol.

Warhol, Mr. Pop himself, never wore a hat. Hair identified him along with the Campbell’s soup can and his ubiquitous dollar signs. Lou Reed in a fedora? I don’t Think so!

sarah-bernhardtBut today it’s all about about a Fedora! That snappy down in the front and up in the back look that defines the hat is ambiguous at first glance but historically Sarah Bernhardt played Princess Fedora in a play written for her by Sardou  in 1889. Being a cross dresser Bernhardt sported the fedora with style and finesse. Great! Michael Jackson often wore one while performing,  and it’s also been as a favorite for gangsters in cinema and otherwise. But today it’s become commonplace by its complete lack of individuality and indiscretion by those who choose to wear one. Like anything too much becomes boring ,overplay, overkill, which causes stagnancy and then proceeds to die a slow death. The attention span of the typical person is brief. Who knows whether or not Warhol would be the icon he is today if he had not suffered an early death and assassination attempt in his prime? I cannot imagine pop art masters Rosenquist, Wesselmann, and Rauschenberg strolling the streets with a fedora on their heads. These were men making crazy innovative art!  The fedora just wouldn’t cut it.

Max-Kansas-City-NYCHipsters have a fashion look that’s obvious. Too obvious. Trouble is that it’s all the same. The artists are copycats, paper doll cut outs where one can be exchanged for another. Patti Smith was one of a kind as were Blondie, Iggy, Basquiat, and the rest of the crew who hung at Max’ Kansas City back in the day. There were no mass reproductions and their art reflected that fact.

That’s how art develops – in a wildness where people choose their OWN look without the need to regurgitate a fad lacking individuality or unique choice.

So can we give the fedora a rest? Let it go.

Just. Let. It. Go.

Food Fanatics

If in doubt……EAT.

Brooklyn-hipster-food-art-1 Brooklyn is the Foodie Mecca where Hipsters & Co. don’t  just eat to live,  they live to eat! Who can blame them when we see the media injecting all of us with heavy doses of food porn every single day.

I mean the hottest, coolest, newest, celebrity fanned & faved food extravaganzas are on blast via the Food Network, the ubiquitous openings, go to restaurants, bars, cafés – every single day proclaiming that you are not really a part of the NYC scene if you haven’t had Pad Thai at Talde or Sushi at Masa and of course anything Joel Robuchon dreams up. If it’s Hip the Hipsters claim it – or Is it the Other way around?

Deal with it – Food is the new Black or is it Orange? This media stoked phenomena created and enhanced with the contests, the celebs, the exotic, the bizarre, the food stars like Bourdain, Zimmerman, Alex, Giada, the impossible Chopped Kitchen judges soo over the top serious, and of course the gorgeous Padma and her cruel rejections balanced with her thrilling acceptances — good food bad food , it’s really JUST food.

Brooklyn-hipster-food-artThose days of my youth when food was actually used for nutrition and sustenance mixed with the occasional pleasurable dining experience are sooo over!

Eating has become a popularity contest of gross excess, a status induced experience based on what exotic, rare , pretentious items you may be privileged to have on your plate. The media marketing machine  has seduced us with its delectable offerings guaranteed to make us sooo happy at least for a moment, feel that cool factor of eating the Best meal at the hippest new place you know the one you had to make a reservation a month ahead and make sure your Amex is paid up before you get to indulge!

Chasing the hottest new chef, the coolest new restaurant, the greatest food on the planet, is like being on an amusement park ride that never stops.

Except.   IT’S.   JUST.   FOOD.

 

Seeking & Finding

pop-art-poster-brooklynOk. You finally scored that fabulous Brooklyn pad and you’re all moved in. You even found the perfect couch and yeah it was Salvation Army vintage 1950 but how cool is that? Right?

You are relaxing feet up on said couch, sipping your second glass of Bordeaux, grazing thru Time Out at all the activities you should be pursuing in the NYC Wonderland when suddenly you find yourself distracted by something not good. It’s your blank boring white walls!

Bummer. You are in the coolest place ever, your apartment is Awesome, the wine is tasty, you even made a date with that looker you spoke to at the Whythe rooftop bar last weekend, but here you are in the present, and you are surrounded by the flat blah ness of white walls.

It’s NOT a good look.

pop-art-poster-brooklyn-2Sound familiar?  Well as my buddy Picasso said, You don’t need to seek, because at Joy D’Orsay.com you have Found! I have a collection of colorful, hip jazzy paintings available in framed posters, canvas & paper to give your apartment the POP it needs! Email me today!

Light up your place and your life with the Art of Joy!

FIRE

Bukowski“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire”. That’s a well known quote by underground author Charles Bukowsky. Artists need to walk that walk.

Occasionally I get the guts and desire to venture out into the proclaimed Hipster Haven known in Nyc as Williamsburg. It’s entertainment for me since I have been typecast by media as a Boomer so looking at these kids in their hipster garb and attitude is pure theatre. I have to do it every once in awhile to remind myself just how much the  art scene has been transformed from the grit and grunge of my 1970’s, 80’s and even 90’s world into this hipster Disneyland of stylized fashion, accessories, gadgets, and desperately craved “Coollness.”

The minute my feet hit the ground on Bedford Avenue, the tsunami of Hipster Nation members and future recruits surrounds me . I’m ok with the youthful attitude, the  need to out hip the next person, the playful art look (even if you don’t know the difference between Napthol Crimson and Pyrrole – after all it’s Today’s generation.

And I get that. Being a “Child of the Sixties” – where us artist types mingled and lingered in the dirty nasty rough  graffiti infested, and often scary NYC of past times the one that spawned the Patti, Blondie, Lou, Andy, Jean Michel, Keith, Mapplethorpe, Ginsberg, Kerouac,  to name a few, in the grit and grunge of NYC that nourished their creative impulses with its raw rough juices makes me question just HOW these New School Hipster Nation followers – many striving for artistic recognition have a chance to show creative individuality while dwelling  in this new NYC – the cleaned up, generic, attractive, expensive, brand of banks, CVS, yogurt shops, and condos, lacking the kindling, the gasoline, the match, so necessary to stoke the artists flame and make that walk through the FIRE.

The Light Bulb Effect

artist-blog-NYCWhere do you get ideas for your paintings? How do you Turn On The Light?  A commonly asked question of artists . Usually coming from people who perhaps “teach but don’t do” It seems so abstract so obscure so vague. So Dark. Why? Because it is exactly that. And more. Because an IDEA evolves spontaneously through thought evoked by everything and anything . Meaning inspiration cannot be planned. It just happens. Magically. Just Like That Like the sun shining through the clouds. The artist doesn’t LOOK for an idea . The idea LOOKS for him and thus the inspiration transcends thought –  resulting in a work of art! And BooYah –  LIGHT!

 WHAT INSPIRES YOU??????? 

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