Meat Drawing Corner

February 21, 2012 by

We hung some pencil drawings of pork chops and chickens in the corner of our house.  The three up top are chicken and the two below are pork chops.  I made them when I worked for a meat company, with the idea that I'd make them into icons for the website.

Porterhouse pork chops.

Chicken.

I got the thread painting of butterflies and flowering plants from Java Car Service in Greenpoint.  It was late at night.  For $20 they sold it to me along with my ride back to Bushwick.  When they took it off of the wall there was a square behind it.  It was 2006.


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PAINTINGS

August 11, 2011 by

Nami and I have been working on some paintings and I wanted to show them to you.  I won't say much more other than to say that they will be exhibited later this year in Brooklyn.  Stay tuned for more details.  Thanks for looking at them, I would love to hear any feedback or thoughts that you have.  You can comment on this here post, or @johnhoppin

FORCE
This painting depicts a force, represented by the arrow, passing through a boundary, represented by the circle.  There are some markings on the bottom left.

MY PHILOSOPHY
This painting depicts some of my philosophy, specifically that dualities like Yes and No, Right and Wrong exist as part of the same workflow, that positivity unites duality, and that negativity has no place.

FLACCID GIRAFFE, SAD SPADE
This painting depicts a shape which Nami views as very distasteful.  The shape is of a flaccid giraffe, a sad spade, and a Best In Show ribbon.

GRAFFITI
This painting depicts a three-dimensional squiggly shape that is inspired by graffiti.  There are some markings in the bottom left.

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Week In Review: Phants, Clam Pasta, It Can Change, and Bishop

July 15, 2011 by

Let's Get A Drink Tonight,
It's time for the WEEK IN REVIEW

  • Here is a photo of clam pasta.  Shoutout: Nami rolled out the pasta.  There is some onion, butter, lemon, and breadcrumbs too:


  • It Can Change, an art project I ran with Anthony Marcellini a few years back, was invited to participate in the 2nd Asian Triennial this October in Manchester UK.  The curator asked me to write a statement and I wrote about it here.   
    • Anthony reminded me of a song I wrote to go inside one of our sculptures called the Orgone Box, listen to it here.  It played inside the box and asked the people outside to come in.
  • Bishop Nicholas DiMarzio of Brooklyn.  He is the one with the red hat and crooked wooden staff in the back.  This is after the confirmation ceremony at Northside Catholic Academy in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  It's right around the corner from Best Pizza.  When I told the guys at Best Pizza that the bishop was outside, they ran down the street to get a look.

 

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Chinatown Journey

May 03, 2011 by

  

On the advice of my acupuncturist, I went to Kamwo Herbal Pharmacy at 211 Grand Street in Chinatown, near the corner of Mott.  I bought moxa for moxibustion.  The moxa I bought is little cigarette-butt looking pieces of ground mugwort and other herbs that are adhered to the body and burnt to stimulate the nervous system. 

 

It comes in a box with a picture of a happy lady riding a turtle. 

 

When I left Kamwo, I noticed that it was cater-corner to Di Palos, the touristy Little Italy provisions shop that is making a comeback these days.  They have really tasty food but you have to wait in this ungodly line full of people from who knows where, each one doing everything wrong over and over.  I used to work in the area and it would have made a great spot to eat lunch, except I couldn't stand in that line at lunchtime without going crazy.  I did it sometimes anyway, I went crazy then.  You can eat lunch on the benches in the park on Christie and watch people playing soccer or making midday noisy smelling shenanigans.  It stinks to think of it, even.  You are going crazy because you had to wait in the line, pissed, chewing the good food.

Up Mott Street is Optical 88.  I was just talking about it over the weekend.  You can bring in a pair of glasses and you can get an eye exam plus lenses for under $100.  If you buy glasses at Fabulous Franny's on 9th they refer you here. You can get colored tint on the lens.

You look up at the sign and think, "If my glasses look like those I need new glasses."

Up the block.  "PARIS SANDWICH" read the sign.  "FRESHLY BAKED BAGUETTES HOURLY."  It was a banh mi restaurant.  

 

I ordered #1, the PARIS SANDWICH combination, with a banh mi sandwich, milk tea, and green tea waffle for $5.50.  The sandwich had some slimy-crunchy bits in it but I didn't detect any pate.  It was perfectly serviceable and just fine.  The green tea waffle was good and interesting tasting.  All in all for $5.50 it was a killer deal.  It's on Mott Street up towards the Manhattan Bridge from Grand.

I asked the lady where the bathroom and she sent me through the kitchen and down a super long staircase with four different landings, a twisting hallway going up and down on different elevations, a few empty prep kitchens, and then to this door at the end of a hallway.  I saw the sign.  "Why bother?" I thought.  The floor was not at all wet or slippery.  I didn't see any actual opium smokers but they couldn't have left that long ago.

Kamwo: blown up.  Optical 88: blown up.  Paris Restaurant: blown up.  But I had serious reservations about blowing the whistle on Winnie's.  This is a karaoke bar that has free karaoke for happy hour, and at about 8pm they begin charging $1 to sing.  So, go there for happy hour.  No one is there, no one cares.  They have a laserdisc karaoke machine with multilingual subtitles and videos by a director gone mushy in the head.  I recommend 'I Shot The Sheriff'.  The sheriffs look like budget security guards.  When you sing "Every time I plant the seed, they kill it before it grows," there is an clip of one of the budget security guards stepping on some fake flowers.  They have 'Nothing Compares 2 U' (the Sinead version) and 'Ring Of Fire' and 'Lay Lady Lay'.  'Cherry Pie.'  It's a great place.

Osama Bin Laden was killed the night before.  I rode down to the WTC site to see what was going on.  The media was all you could see, satellite dishes for blocks around.  This picture is taken a block away from the site.  Looking down the street some cranes from the construction are visible.  The gray building across the street is St. Peter's which is NYC's oldest Catholic church.  There is a cross-shaped piece of steel that was salvaged from the WTC, and people gathered around to pose for pictures with it.  I asked a police officer if anything was going on.  "They said to go here and to keep people moving," he said.  People looked tense.  I was glad that it wasn't too weird, nobody was shouting, I didn't see any signs.  The media trucks blocked the downtown lanes, so I took off uptown towards the Williamsburg Bridge to Brooklyn.

When I got back to Bushwick there was a photo shoot at the corner of Bogart and Boerum.

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Rob's Birthday Party

April 20, 2011 by

Last night we went to Rob "Bronco" Bryn's birthday party.  You might know Rob from around the way if you've been around North Brooklyn, he is the lead singer in Wild Yaks and wrote and directed a couple of plays.  He turned the ripe old age of 34 yesterday, and we went to Best Pizza to celebrate.  When I first moved to NYC I crashed at Rob's house, smoking Tops roll-ups in a room with seven dead christmas trees February 3rd 2006.  We had a party and burned the trees in an oil drum, flames rose three stories high.  We lived on the fourth floor of the Men's Colony at 119 Ingraham Street, the bathroom in the hall, across the street from a building full of ex-cons on work release in one of the most unattractive areas in Brooklyn.  Rob wised up and moved to Williamsburg but I still live in Bushwick right down the street.

Rob gets ready to open presents.

Bonnie and Christian celebrating their 8th anniversary.

 

Rob holding all of his presents.  A golden palm, a Hermann Hesse book, a mint plant, three t-shirts, fire crackers, a cask of something or other, a paper plate, and other things.  Best Pizza is good pizza.


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