Second Saturdays Art Walk Guide: NYC Skaters and MIA Street Rats Set a Cali Forest Fire
You know what Cultist loves best about Second Saturdays? The opportunity to pad our art portfolio, laugh at dirty losers with cheap perms, and party alongside overeducated trust-fund friends while doing fat lines of Bolivian marching powder off cold hard slabs of pure Italian marble.
We joke. Really, the art of Art Walk is all about old shoes, expensive jeans, cheap beer, warehouse parties, weird performances, wild people, schmoozing, cruising, and rich chicks hooking up with broke-ass MFAs.
Check the cut for Cultist's guide to September's Second Saturdays Art Walk. We've got photo dude Ari Marcopoulos, graff guy Typoe, Carlos Cabeza's cryptic canvases, and six other awesome shows.
Ari Marcopoulos: For 30 years, this Amsterdam-via-NYC-via-Cali photographer has snapped the deepest subcultural scenes. He's committed Andy Warhol, Dash Snow, KRS-One, squatters, snowboarders, and street kids to film. And his new show, "No Cause," is packed with Polaroids, B&W and color pics, photocopies, and sketches documenting the early '90s New York City skate scene. Like the official OHWOW statement says: "These skaters were train-hopping, taxicab-jumping, runaway kids -- born and raised in the city." Go meet Marcopoulos and buy his new photo book, Stoopz, from 8 to 11 p.m. tomorrow night. Then bomb down to the afterparty at Bar. OHWOW, 3100 NW 7th Ave., Miami. Call 305-633-9345 or visit oh-wow.com.
Carlos Cabeza's La Piscine
Carlos Cabeza: With a spiritually twisted mind and endlessly rubber wrist, Carlos Cabeza makes canvases meant to fuck with people's perceptions. Go ahead, get lost in La Piscine's multicolored crosshatching, fat blue noodles, jagged geometric bursts, and swirls of human hair. Warning: You might never climb out of those psychedelic depths. But if you really like risking total brain collapse, take this acid test another 14 times with Cabeza's "Rhythmic Paintings," opening at 7 p.m. tomorrow. O. Ascanio Gallery, 2600 NW Second Ave., Miami. Call 786-369-9314 or visit oascaniogallery.com.
Typoe: Every graff guy eventually gets busted. But Typoe was always more precocious than the competition. Talking recently to Dirty Magazine, bro told his story: "When I was in elementary school I actually had to talk to the police because over the weekend my friend and I went to write all over the school ... I had to go to the office and speak to the police and they were like, 'Oh, you're going to go to jail' and all that shit, but I knew I wasn't. Who the fuck is going to go to jail in the third grade?" Tomorrow from 7 to 10 p.m., Typoe's gonna drop some delinquency at Spinello Gallery with the premiere of his second solo show, "Bang Bang." Go guzzle some free Absinth with the OG ripper, swap bandanas, and tag a fool. Spinello Gallery, 155 NE 38th St., No. 101, Miami. Call 786-271-4223 or visit spinellogallery.com.
Wanderlust: Like an intrepid lady-child traveler, Kanako Sasaki trips through deserts, dead fields, outdoor hexagonal offices, lush gardens, manicured lawns, back alleys, and ancient apartment buildings. In the 34 year old's photo series "Wanderlust," we get glimpses of her underwear, inner life, and obsession with traditional Japanese novels and Ukiyo-e paintings. Dina Mitrani Gallery, 2620 NW 2nd Ave., Miami. Call 786-486-7248 or visit dinamitranigallery.com.
Gavin Perry: "A glacier is a large, long-lasting river of ice that is formed on land and moves in response to gravity." That's the poetic little tagline for the new suite of painting and sculpture by Philadelphia-born, Miami-based artist Gavin Perry, named pretty predictably "Glacier." In a semi-ironic take on Abstract Expressionism and action painting, Perry shrinks his canvases and then attacks them -- pouring paint, hacking away with a circular saw, and scratching it all to hell. The sculptures are made by similar means: Perry grabs a piece of trash (i.e. a rusted chair) and preserves the rot in gobs of resin. Fredric Snitzer Gallery, 2247 NW First Pl., Miami. Call 305-448-8976 or visit snitzer.com.
Johan Björkegren's Full Moon Fever.
Mörker: Naked nymphs stretch and pose in the dirt. Sick saplings spring from a barren, vaguely Scandinavian landscape. A grotesquely pockmarked moon hangs low in the pale grey sky. There's a nightmare vision creeping into the Calix Gustav Gallery and Swedish artist Johan Björkegren is the mind behind the inky, charcoal-smudged fairy tale fantasy. It's childlike and innocent, but loomingly evil. Enter Björkegren's netherworld through the small door at 7 p.m. tomorrow. Calix Gustav Gallery, 98 NW 29th St., Miami. Call 305-576-8116 or visit calixgustav.com.
Courtesy of Charest-Weinberg Gallery
Why Were You Born?: Here's a last-name-only list of artists from Charest-Weinberg's "Why Were You Born?": Barbeito, Baxter, Bureau, Dupont, Disney, Espinosa, Ganesh, Hedges, Hines, Kaga, Lam, Mapplethorpe, Matta, Miller, Moreno, Newman, Orbitowski, Perry, Picasso, Renoir, Spangler, Séguin, Tucker, Walker, Warner, Watts, and Young. OK ... So, if you took the time to count, there are 27 total. Some you'll recognize immediately, others you don't even know. No matter, the big question applies to every one. Show up and let them (even the dead guys) defend their existence. Charest-Weinberg Gallery, 250 NW 23rd St, Space 408, Miami. Call 305-292-0411 or visit charestweinberg.com.
Wildfire: Every year, California bursts into flames. And between 2003 and 2007, photographer Sasha Bezzubov documented the charred family cars and burned-out homes in the hills left behind by these annual explosions of hellfire. The skeletal fingers of scorched trees scrape across a black sky. A stairway to nothing is all that remains amid the rubble of someone's crumbled house. The earth exhales smoke. Gallery I/D, 2531 NW Second Ave., Miami. Call 305-753-2881 or visit galleryid.com.
Eduardo Sarmiento: Welcome to "Desire & Possibility." If you aren't already freaked out, we gotta ask ... Why the fuck not? Just look at all these pruney pink freaks with miniature penises and sick horny dogs from hell clamping down indiscriminately on anything within reach and half-butchered bulls still endowed with the godly gift of speech. Make the acquaintance of the maniac behind it all, Eduardo Sarmiento, tomorrow night. He'll be waiting for you. Harold Golen Gallery, 2294 NW Second Ave., Miami. Call 305-989-3359 or visit haroldgolengallery.com.
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