Biso

12.15 SoHo
post poems

12.15 SoHo
dawn dancers           s.9 street collage
pass/sing            s.1  street collage
pass/sing            s.1  street collage

Biso blackout and
scratched back

Biso must be potent image:
the only work carefully 
deleted.  someone's jealous.
Biso

postered over :
1st aid required
Biso

on graffiti and
torn posters
Biso on graffiti and torn posters
Biso

poem postered over
replaced with Biso
empathy
embraces

on torn posters
Bisos
on torn posters

antler arrows

 antler arrows indicate my flow thru the urban scape : 
 many in Lower Manhattan
antler
arrows

paint on
graffiti

rear of
old Pearl
Paint
3.15


antler
arrows

paint on
graffiti 
and torn
posters :
documented
by
Jason Eager

Bowery 4.15
antler
arrows

paint on
graffiti 
and torn
posters

L East
Side
3.15
antler
arrows

paint on
graffiti 
and torn
posters

SoHo
3.15
antler
arrows

paint on
graffiti 
and torn
posters

SoHo
3.15

postings

postings
are alterations of warning signs on temporary construction walls.  Some of these are not so temporary.  The ones on Wooster/Grand have been there as long as I can remember.  The walls are repainted on irregular occasions.  Illegal commercial posters are pasted up regularly, and there is constant spray of graffiti.   I began altering the POST NO BILLS signs to POST BIRD BILLS etc.   Eventually I began writing my own 3 word poems, my Aku (short short Haiku). POST BIRD BILLS etc.   Eventually I began writing my own 3 word poems, my Aku (short short Haiku).



Aku

Altering POST NO BILLS
signs at building sites inspired 
me to write my own 3 word
poems.  I call them Aku,  short
short Haiku.

glyphiti

50,000 years ago dancers wearing horns emerged to sing and shake before the rearing mountains and clouds.  Dance over they receded, like other animals, into the thorn.   Today our vistas are windows and walls, endlessly refracting the insistent clichés of street advertising.  Only in graffiti is there spontaneous eruption.  Graffiti, often obnoxious and insulting, is outside the grid.  Some is as huge and complex in context as panorama - sweeps of energy in tapestries of piled up scripts.

As I paint my animal lines into these matted graffiti covered walls, I feel kinship with neolithic artists who drew on un-tamed raw surfaces - an echo of the deep past.  For the last year my street drawings have dotted lower Manhattan.  Most of this work does not last long, usually erased in a few days by new posters or paint.