April 03, 2013

PAINTING OF M. GORDON NOVELTY BY ADOLF


In April of 2001 I spent about twenty unforgettable minutes in the endangered M. Gordon Novelty shop of New York City. (I wrote an account of my visit here.) I have often cursed my camera-less self for failing to document my experience that day, especially after I learned that the shop closed its doors one year later.

Thankfully a Barcelona artist known as ADOLF visited M. Gordon the very year that I did, and he brought along his camera. Furthermore, he translated his photograph into the wonderful oil painting shown above.  His piece offers answers to my questions concerning the window dressing and the faded decor, which has freed me to stop chastising my own memory for its failures. While the web offers numerous photos of the storefront in its defunct state, ADOLF's work serves as practically the only record of the place as it appeared when it still had a pulse.

Here are a couple detail shots... 



As a bonus gift for your eyes, here are a couple of their wholesale catalog covers...




MY SELF PORTRAIT FOR GALLERY 1988'S TRIBUTE TO SNL


Gallery 1988 is currently featuring their third comedy-based art show, "Is This Thing On #2 Too." This year's event features a Saturday Night Live theme (which was kept secret until opening night.)

My piece retells a moment from my childhood living room. That's me behind the couch where my dad relaxes amid the deepest hours of the weekend. Naturally, SNL's content compounded with its you-better-be-in-bed time slot made it unequivocally forbidden, which necessitated tactics like the one seen above.

This moment marked my introduction to the world of late night sketch comedy, and Mr. Bill was my unfortunate, clay usher. Just the sight of the cartoon-ish character was enough to demand my attention, but the brutal nature of his segments intrigued me. Though I was well versed in comic violence, Mr. Bill's existence seemed hellish compared to say, Tom and Jerry's because he was utterly defenseless in the face of his tormentor, Sluggo. But most disturbing was the giant godlike hands which offered no protection, rather they sided with his enemy to further torture him.

My art is typically a pop-cultural tribute, and meant to get a smile (this piece included), but covering something with personal meaning this time felt surprisingly good. It's especially dear to me because my son modeled as young me, so in an odd way I get to see him with his grandpa, whom he never got to meet.


All of the show's artwork is available for viewing and purchasing here (although, my piece has already sold, woo hoo!)