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It was called the Tenderloin, not for any array of fancy steakhouses but because in a society of graft and corruption it offered the choicest cuts. Populated by pimps, prostitutes, chicken hawks, hustlers, and all manner of predators, Times Square, New York City, was in its way a kind of meat market, catering to a … Continued
As an artist, Jane Dickson is compelled to witness, examine, and interpret. She works with the tools at hand, with observation and analysis distilled in paint. Figuration, her vehicle of expression, is flexible enough to accommodate either a narrative impulse or poetic metaphor. The figure invites projection and identification for artists and viewers alike. Dickson … Continued
Jane Dickson was just 25 when she arrived in New York in 1977. The following year she began working the weekend night shift as an animation designer operating the Spectacolor billboard at One Times Square—the first computer light board in New York City—bringing a woman’s perspective to a low-down dirty world. Times Square in the … Continued
“Stereo” from Marriage: A Sentence By Anne Waldman Marriage marriage is like you say everything everything in stereo stereo fall fall on the bed bed at dawn dawn because you work work all night. Night is an apartment. Meant to be marriage. Marriage is an apartment & meant people people come in in because when … Continued
There is a history of painters who paint what they know, and there is a history of painters who paint whom they know. Caravaggio based his paintings of the Madonna and the saints on the rough-and-tumble denizens of his demimonde. Many a prostitute posed as the Virgin Mary, queen of heaven. In the 1880s Toulouse-Lautrec painted the people … Continued
What is the concept of this show? My Father Was a Satyr is an autobiographical myth rooted in the universal theme of “the hero’s journey” and other archetypes of mythology described in the work of Joseph Campbell. This is the story of my life, beginning with a childhood steeped in art and nature, where … Continued
Art worlds were often rooted in a distinctive milieu, and artworks generated in Montmartre pre-World War I, say, or London’s Chelsea post-World War II, are more likely to clue you in to the time and place of their making than the art produced nowadays, which has become a global industry. Antony Zito’s art does just … Continued
I’ve been a fan (and friend) of Zito’s for several decades now. I call him “Pirate Zito,” partly because of his somewhat piratical appearance, but more because of the attitude and approach to his creative expression. (Also, for some years now, Zito and I have been mutually convinced that in previous lives, in a previous … Continued
On the most amazing day you were born and you were died We was waiting for you everywhere and you surprised us By showing up everywhere else Where once were bottles now only bottlecaps hang in mid-joint Waiting for the air to turn into red wine and cheeseburgers And the bottlecaps without bottles will be … Continued
Antony Zito: My Father Was a Satyr November 22 – December 22, 2019 Antony Zito is a portrait painter and collector of objects, who moved to the Lower East Side from New England in 1992. Zito has spent more than 20 years on New York’s Lower East Side, where he ran a gallery and portrait … Continued