Are you aware of Bowery? I was first exposed watching Million Dollar Listing New York when I was 17. I thought it was a neighborhood, a street, but even after visiting the street I did not realize the power it had and the hold it had on me. Bowery is a quiet –in the sense that it is local - street packed with a lot of unquiet things.
When you step foot on the street north of Houston, at first glance it will seem like a wide avenue flaked with restaurants and borderline ugly. All of which it is, but all of which do not define it. This is what makes it local. Tourists have no reason to be here. There’s Soho just steps away with magnificent shops and picturesque streets. But Bowery, what does Bowery have? It’s a haven for contemporary art. Not the kind that hangs in Moma and not the kind at Met Breuer or the Whitney. This art cannot be compared even to MomaPS1. The art is for the people. The pedestrians are the subjects and the targets.
312 Bowery was recently host to the absent generation. The show, a storefront caked in reflective material. The play of self and the play of the selfie brought everyone in to do just that. It’s odd and it’s modern thought to measure success, or success of public art as if people will take pictures with it. The Absent Generation played on that ideology perfectly with their shiny beacon beckoning pedestrians in. The empty space allowed you to be with yourself in a multitude of capacities due to the crumples reflective paper lining the room. The room’s absence of anything other than you was a meditative trance and likewise a narcissist’s paradise.