ur Weekly Interview with the Street
ur Weekly Interview with the Street
Frankly, we don’t know either, so don’t ask what on earth this is about. But there are more pieces around the hood with this DickChicken feller multiplying the original joke into new adaptations.
My mom nearly busted her back one time trying to lift a couch.
So I spent a lot of time when I was 4 or 5 sitting in the chiropractor’s office waiting room.
Two things I remember are;
1. The receptionist actually played records on a record player next to her typewriter so there would be that dull and comforting waiting-room music on the speakers, and
2. They had these stoopid “kids” magazines that tried to be educational AND fun. NOT.
So, while Dr. Manhandle was cracking my mom’s back, I was sitting on a lime-green vinyl chair and listening to Lawrence Welk on wooden speakers, trying not to scribble on the walls with my no. 2 pencil and instead looking at “SPOT THE DIFFERENCE” pictures – two seemingly similar cartoons side-by-side. The trick was you had to find the 6 tiny little differences between the two by studying them closely. Maybe that is why I’m always spotting Street Art from 3 blocks away. Doesn’t explain why I can’t find my other shoe.
Here’s a fun game everyone can play. (CLICK on them to enlarge)
So there you have it – how did you do? Are you observant?
If you are hooked on the game now – there is an iphone app too. Go crazy with your bad self,
Our weekly interview with the street
The doodling Jon Burgerman begins his mural in earnest in front of the Front Room (photo Jaime Rojo)
After lollygagging around the Fuggedaboutit borough for the whole summer, the GLOBAL DOODLER decides to do something worthwhile on the streets of Brooklyn.
One hot and sunny and punishingly ozone-alerty day last week, Jon Burgerman has the misfortune of standing on the sidewalk in front of The Front Room, a gallery in Williamsburg, with posca markers and a couple of pints of paint.
Curiously, as you can see, his post was written late into the evening, so we presumed a certain dire need in the darkness of night overcame him such so that he felt compelled to run to his computer in his pajamas to furiously type out this clarion call. Gripped by the drama, and since we are always looking for an opportunity to connect said “Wall” with said “Artist” and because we knew Jon to be an agreeable sort, we felt compelled to contact him at once!
He accepted happily and plans were laid, after getting permission from all the right people. As our appointment was at 11 a.m., Mr. Burgerman arrived promptly at 12:30 with sweat on his brow, a bag of blue paint, and a British economist in tow. “Nottingham time” appears to be very flexible indeed.
After going over the scope of the wall at hand and meeting our host, Daniel Aycock of the Front Room, Jon set about dabbling kidney-shaped blue blobs on the wall, while the economist entertained us with stories about graphical data, Trouffant, and Napoleon’s correlation between geography and troop death rates. Since we were so close to lunch time already, it wasn’t long before it was imperative to procure lunch for the assembled guests.
Brooklyn Street Art: So these are a bit more like “everyman” in the street characters, then, like they could get lost in the crowd.
Jon Burgerman: Yeah, or they are more like a logo or gestured shape. They’re like triangles, rectangles, circles. They are within an arsenal of imagery that I would use.
Brooklyn Street Art: Well I was just wondering if you would ever be in one of those competitive venues where you paint with someone else.
Jon Burgerman: I’ve done that. I’ve done the sort of “battle” thing where you’re painting at the same time with someone else. It’s kind of fun but I really don’t like the idea of it being a fight. It seems completely at odds with everything that painting and art stuff is meant to be about.
Brooklyn Street Art: It seems like a very plastic, flexible, expandable approach. It can expand or contract according to various inputs.
Jon Burgerman: That’s kind of how it is, yeah, it’s just that you never know what’s going to happen.
After running for cover ‘neath the shade of the trees to drink refreshments and chat with fans, Jon continued to run out into the blazing sun, sometimes beaten to the ground by it.
Finally, when the pressure was off, it was time for a photoshoot! Jon dug into his bag of tricks and produced three little creatures, handmade by the Felt Mistress, based on characters he has drawn.
The high-quality materials and expert workswomanship were stunning, and these little fellows looked perfectly placed next to the mural. You Go, Felt Mistress!!
After a hard afternoon of doodling, Jon relaxed with the only people who really understand him. As the sun began to set, we parted ways as he set off with his economist brother in search of a beer garden and cucumber sandwiches.
If you’d like to meet Jon in person and see new work in a gallery setting, this weekend is your daily double! Jon will be part of a group show called “Brooklyn Bailout Burlesque”
at Factory Fresh on Friday the 14th, and is having a solo Show called “My American Summer” at Giant Robot
in the Lower East Side.
We feel very lucky to have been a small part of Jon’s American Summer, and invite him back to the BK when he’s looking for a free lunch again.
Our Weekly Interview with the Street at BrooklynStreetArt.com

by Shepard Fairey (photo Jaime Rojo)
Back before it evolved into “street art” there was only graffiti, loosely defined by it’s most often used tool and the act of writing your name –
and as you know, many people thought ill of it and demonized writers and the destruction of property.
On their book tours and events to promote the 25th Anniversary Edition of “Subway Art”, Henry Chalfant and Martha Cooper make the case that while the kids who sprayed paint on subway cars were regarded as hoodlums, many none-the-less continued to develop their craft in a constructive way and became well-respected artists after their youthful years.
In a radio interview recently with Lionel on Air America, Chalfant says, “Rather than an entry-level crime it is a path to a career.”
Especially the people who hit the streets now that the weather is warm and easy, and they don’t feel all cooped up in their apartments. Stop by and sit with these ladies on Bedford Avenue in the heart of hipster Williamsburg, and you will get a sharp suspicious stare. Offer to chat about something like, oh I don’t know, the weather, and their faces brighten to offer opinions and eventually, a couple of stories.
And to followup on last nights’ opening
at Dapper Dan’s Imperial Gallery of street artist JMR and streetscape artist Alexandra Pacula, here’s a pic of the artist with her Times Square painting that we didn’t get to see the other night because the symphony was practicing. By the way, a they got a lot of traffic for the opening, and the air conditioning was a welcome surprise that one doesn’t usually expect in these pop-up affairs.
This posting has been re-written three times, with varying degrees of delight and disgust. You try to go for the double-entendre, but you are talking about the animal kingdom, and that just sounds too close to bestiality for comfort.
Which is one of the icky points about this recent call and response on the street – and what makes it so HIGH-LARIOUS to 12 year olds and degenerates and, truth be told, me.
First it was DickChicken, a simple stencil of a phallus-like shape extended from the top of a featherless chicken corpse, like the ones people buy on styrofoam rectangles wrapped in cello. It started popping up everywhere recently. Then last week I saw the answer to Dick-Chicken and nearly collapsed in front of a delivery truck.
Will this spawn more clever responses? Already we spotted a script that said “Phallus Poultry” Saturday night, but that didn’t have the same sauce as it’s common cousin. (sorry!)