Bushwick Open Studios is best understood as a neighborhood art party that takes place in converted industrial spaces and lofts; the party also pours out into the street. Here’s what we saw taking place on the pavement:
Whitney: This year, the indefatigable Matthew Silver traded the diaper for a white dress; for a while, he appeared to be dangling a stuffed animal from his nuts while yelling into the microphone. So, the same stuff as always.
Whitney: I so, so, so hope that this is an ad for a Bushwick episode of Portlandia. (Art by WIZARDSKULL.)
Whitney: Foam macaroons near 56 Bogart were a magnet for photo shoots all day. This was kind of a Bushwick Open Studios centerpiece for me: it was benignly sweet and drew people together like a college street fair. There’s not much in it if you’re seeking critical thought, but that’s not really what the festival is about, anyway.
Whitney: I was surprisingly thankful for these two women outside of 56 Bogart. The performance looks like feminism on spring break, but the attitude’s at least a few degrees above tepid.
Corinna: Let’s be real, here. There’s not much variety to the skin color seen during the celebration that is Bushwick Open Studios. For that, you’d have to go into the street and purchase hot dogs or bottled water at one of the many unofficial stands run by the locals.
Paddy: Is there a concept in this work? This woman collaged onto a billboard sapped of all its color evokes the work of Martha Rosler, except, of course, that it is entirely devoid of political content.
Paddy: Okay, this maneki-neko is pretty great. Typically in ceramic, these cats are meant to give good luck to their owners. In this case, the painted cat should charm some lucky Bushwick landlord.
At the corner of Troutman and St. Nicholas, the beginning of the blocked-off street fair portion of BOS.