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Posted Dec. 13, 2007, 5:14 p.m. ET
Graffitti's Holy Grail
By David Hershkovits

The graffitti world is buzzing with excitement at the discovery of a wall covered with the tags of old school superstars Fab Five Freddy, Futura 2000, Jean-Michel Basquiat and others. Believed to have once belonged to art critic Edit Deak, the apartment became a hang-out, a let's get high spot where the walls became a canvas for the aerosol artists. According to Yahoo News "the mural will be publicly unveiled Thursday as part of a retrospective exhibit of the graffiti art movement (1980-1985). Running until Feb. 15 in the SoHo building's Gallery 151 on Wooster St., 'The Wild Style Exhibit' takes its name from the iconic 1982 hip-hop movie."











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I dont know...I think some graffiti is amazing and other things are just well......chicken scratch...I mean is something art only because a critic points it out to be...? I only like about 5 Basquiat paintings personally...he tends to be overrated at best in my mind.
Posted at 9:59 p.m. ET on Dec 13, 2007 by randy focazio
Art has never been about critics, the artist himself along with everyday people are the ones who determine what art is. Art can be found any and everywhere so the process of deciding what is and isn't art belongs to each individual who comes across it.
Posted at 2:52 p.m. ET on Dec 17, 2007 by Hakeem
Art: the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance. So by definition anything created could be "Art". The beauty, appeal or significance lies with the beholder. Sadly, if the beholder is an "Art" critic of some esteem, their opinion serves to usurp others of their power to engage in cognitive processes, which yield knowledge ,understanding and wisdom. The same could be said of religious leaders, congressmen or any "authority" figure.
Posted at 12:34 p.m. ET on Dec 26, 2007 by Arlin J. Wallace
The emperor has no Graffiti
or perhaps
'Writers' of the lost ark
Is anyone really interested in the 'mystery' behind this ugly and hilarious artifact? Because there's no mystery at all. Everyone who scrawled on it is alive and well and willing to talk - but few of us are (or ever were) graffiti artists. The 80's were an era of 'fake it till you make it', so we might give 1 or 2 poseurs a pass here, but the only legitimate exception on the '151 Wooster Street Mural' is Lenny (futura 2000), who got up (note the clean background) well before any of us came over to Edit Deak's and pretended to be 'writers' for an evening or two.
If a legend exists concerning this mess it is one that's been actively hyped by a number of respectable people, no doubt with the best of intentions. Since hype is the dope of today, we might forgive a group halucination, at first. But I know that an email naming each artist and spilling the beans on Jean-Michel's perfect absence was forwarded to Lisa Denisson at the Gugenheim well in time to head off the howlers that are now everywhere in print. What hapened to those beans? And what do we actually have here? Fragment's of a lost Basquiat? Francesco Clemente's only graffiti? The birth of Graffiti itself? Why not the lost Amber Room of Catherine the Great? Certainly the truth will devalue this treasure.
For one thing, Basquiat never touched it. Though he was partially present when it 'happened' over one or two smashed soirées, he wouldn't have laid a finger on any wall in that period. By then he was making 'art' exclusively, and he drew furiously with colored pens on paper, on the floor, ignoring us all. Anything that looks like his letters (and nothing does) was written by Chris Parker, including Bug Out!, Wild Style!, Nesto! (after my pen-name 'S.Neto'), Oh Fab!, and plenty more. In fact 'Little Crispy' created 60 percent of this relic at least. Nobody in their right mind will take credit for the huge and hideous FRED, not even Fab 5. The DJ Johnny Dynel sprayed a giant chicken pox version of his name weeks later, and he's been unfairly blamed for the hideous table and lamp, the only 'piece' whose authorship is in doubt. Even the tiny RAM was not writen by the great RamelZee but by myself, 'representing' a master whose hand was sorely missed that night. Yes, Fred Braithwaite dropped a bomb and a plane, literally and figuratively, on the whole thing because that's what he does, boost himself big time, and we loved him for it, then as now. The rest of us were just immitating our aquaintances and getting wrecked. The black spray attempt at true 'wild style' was an awful group 'toy', duly bombed over by Chris, who went on to counterfeit 'Fabulous 5' over Edit's birthday hat. The pencil scrawling of hearts with bullet holes is again mine and I would never admit to it, but I feel I have to defend Fred from the vile accusation that it is his. Francesco Clemente never breathed on this plaster as was reported in New York Magazine. In short, little history is here beyond a record of Edit's genius for attracting anyone who showed exuberance, and maybe the quality of the drugs we had that week (so, so, judging by the crappy art).
But will this storied 'artifiction' now stand in for actual grafitti history? Could this afterbirth in fact pass as a 'seminal oeuvre' and show up in a museum? Not if we intervene. Why bother? Why spoil such a happy jam for everyone? Because it is lame to say this wall was the birthplace of anything, much less 'all that remains of a great period'. Only an interested party would make such a claim, and only someone blinded by enthusiasm would endorse it. Certainly it will bring ridicule to any institution that shows it as such. The great 'writers' like SEEN, Dash, TAKI, Phase 2, Julio, Stay High, Zeph... had nothing to do with this and had in fact been writing for a decade by then, on trains, where grafitti happens, and not on art critic's walls. They'll have the artifacts worth showing. I realize that those 'sites' are not framed by a loft development so who would spend six figures on their rescue? Perhaps a museum with a reputation for historical integrity and impecable provenance? It would be alot cheaper than buying the 151 Wooster Street Mural. Meanwhile the exact value of this masterpiece will rely, as ever, on the authentication of experts, experts whose pronouncements take wing when they are unencumbered by facts. On the rare occasion when we can balast these flights of fancy, we should. It is a salutory excrcise, beside being a pure goof, to see our respected historians revealed as occasional clowns. On the other hand it's no joke to read Hal Meltzer baldly state that Basquiat's tags 'Wild Style!' Dead or Alive' and Bug Out!' were done in his classic hot pink...etc ". Jean never wrote anything like those words, not anywhere, ever, and I don't recall him using that color either. So who cares? And who benefits? Are the interested parties so hard to find? Once again. No mystery at all.
Seth Tillett
Posted at 3:00 p.m. ET on Jan 13, 2008 by seth
!!! EXQUISITE!!! That is one of the most radical and beautiful moment in time ever to be seen. This is sublime and well worth the preservation. Like having a Tiepolo on your ceiling. The value of that space is now priceless.
I certainly could be very happy waking up and seeing that every day of my life!!!
BRAVO!
Posted at 2:18 a.m. ET on Aug 06, 2008 by james garrett
To Seth:
What an amazingly eloquent post!! It's awesome that you lived through and contributed to such an influential art era. It's more impressive that you're here to revise the misquotings of it's history.
Posted at 11:02 a.m. ET on Oct 05, 2008 by trenton doyle hancock
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