As seen in BlackBook and Max’s Kansas City, Atelier Klimat‘s opening reception began at 7PM and carried on late into a stormy Manhattan evening that saw lightening strike the Empire State Building thrice. A terribly good-looking crowd braved said storm to soak up the art and atmosphere of Klimat, a premier East Village establishment.
Sometimes recreating a place, experience and moment in time requires the marriage of multiple images. Since I was unable to travel to Romania to paint University Square in person, we had to get creative.
Anyone who has listened to hip hop since the early 90’s probably has a complex set of feelings about Snoop Dogg, even if they don’t know it. It wasn’t until I threw down the paint that I realized this to be true. From the monster classic Gin and Juice, to the lesser known, dark tracks like my favorite I Can’t Swim, to some Huggy Bear, Old School cameo ish.
In a move of great fiscal responsibility, the city renamed the Triboro to the RFK Bridge. While I don’t agree with Koching every bridge in a money-hemorrhaging city, I do enjoy painting them. In fact, this commissioned picture was based on a previous Triboro painting I created.
At the tail end of January, Ken Marquis hit me up about the landmark global artist reclamation project. In his words, “The project will involve one thousand and forty-one (1,041) artists worldwide. To date there are over nine hundred artists involved across 51 countries. This artist initiative is by far the largest undertaking of its kind.”
Gun control is a major issue, particularly in New York City. It’s dangerous to carry, and for many celebrities, it’s dangerous to not carry… or is it? Regardless of your stance, if you want to fire some rounds, all you have to do it head over to the West Side Pistol and Rifle. There, you pay, shoot, and take out the stresses of your daily life.
Talented scribe Cristina Velocci contacted my fiancée Erin about soul mates for a piece in the Metro. When Erin told me, I instantly remembered Cristina from Time Out New York, having painted in their West Side Office.
Diddy is a businessman, he is a business, man. He’s been Made. Diddy was Puffy. Puff Daddy. P-Diddy (still is in Europe.) Sean Combs. He may change his name more frequently than NYC cops cuff a weed head, but his hip-hop watermark is indelible.
This July I am marrying my love Erin. To celebrate our special day, I created this logo which is a combination of meaningful photographs and hand-drawn lines.
