Washington Post
July 31 2011
Brooklyn’s Bushwick is arts mecca _ born on streets where gangs still
leave trails of blood
NEW YORK – Brooklyn’s old Bushwick neighborhood has quickly become a
new world-class arts mecca – with music, dance, sculpture and theater
bursting from defunct warehouses and desolate streets where gangs
still roam.
That hasn’t kept artists away from the affordable, industrial spaces –
ever more rare in a pricey city.
`This was a ghost town, with tumbleweeds blowing down the street five
years ago,’ says Jay Leritz, co-owner of Yummus Hummus, a Middle
Eastern-style cafe on a street filled with musician rehearsal and
recording spaces.
`The streets were empty,’ says Leritz, `and that was the big
attraction – the lack of rules, like your parents went away for the
weekend and it’s a free-for-all.’
Born-in-Bushwick creations have reached Carnegie Hall, Madison Square
Garden, the Metropolitan Museum of Art and other top venues in the
United States and abroad – even the tallest building on earth, the
160-story Burj Khalifa in Dubai.
That’s where four canvases of Bushwick artist Kevork Mourad now hang.
The son of Armenian refugees in Syria is pioneering a special
technique – a counterpoint of art and music he’s performed with
cellist Yo-Yo Ma: Squeezing a tube of paint between thumb and
forefinger, Mourad swipes his pinky lightning-fast across paper to
improvise images to sounds, projected on a screen. Then a computer
unleashes his hand-painted animation, turning the visuals into yet
newer forms.
Bushwick is `very private, and you can go into your bubble, your
world, here without being interrupted by the fast stream of New York
City,’ says the artist, whose abstract self-portrait sold for $20,000
in April at a Christie’s auction, topping an estimate of up to $8,000.
His favorite sidekick is 4-year-old daughter Cirene, who occasionally
pops up in his Bushwick studio, dancing, singing and painting. `She’s
the boss; she has her own style,’ says her dad.
She’s watched him paint with greats like Ma, playing Bach. Mourad also
teamed up with French guitarist Stephane Wrembel, who tosses off riffs
in gypsy jazz style with off-the-cuff virtuosity. Wrembel, whose music
is featured in Woody Allen’s film `Midnight in Paris,’ showed up at
Mourad’s studio to jam with singer/songwriter John Presnell and
guitarist Spencer Katzman.
In the heat of a July night, their smoldering sounds filled the
third-floor space on Meadow Street. The audience of several dozen
people, sitting on a hand-woven Armenian carpet, was riveted.
`This is so cool!’ said Quincy McQ, a Nigerian-born British music promoter.
Several blocks away is residential Bushwick, where families live in
neatly kept homes or rowhouses. Enticing smoke from barbecues fills
the air in a part of New York that is slowly being resurrected from
decades of burned-out destruction.
A dozen years ago, this urban turf still struggled with crime and
poverty. There were few banks, schools or social services – never mind
the arts.
Then came help in the form of city money. Bushwick started to recover.
It’s the perfect place for income-poor, up-and-coming artists. They’re
spreading their raw vibes through the debris-strewn streets and
converted warehouses of the area’s non-residential industrial zone. On
Saturday nights here, `underground’ parties come alive with high-tech
lighting and unlicensed bars.
A pizza joint, Roberta’s, is packed at night, with an Internet-only
radio station housed in two converted metal shipping containers
offering talk about natural foods sprinkled with hip music.
`There’s so much happening here that it’s just unbelievable,’ says Mourad.
Earlier in July, Presnell, the songwriter, appeared in a double-height
warehouse space two blocks from Mourad’s studio. Singing in a rich,
plaintive voice, Presnell played the brief Kafkaesque part of a
lovelorn New York cockroach in an otherwise cheesy, sex-fueled musical
featuring aerial acrobats. In the audience was Darren Aronofsky, who
directed the Oscar-nominated film `Black Swan.’
After the show, the director made a beeline for Presnell, while
another performer told the songwriter he had `a new fan.’ Perhaps
someday, Presnell might be what Aronofsky – or some other
high-powered, artsy type – can use.
In the annals of art neighborhoods, Bushwick harkens back to New
York’s bohemian Greenwich Village in the 1950s and `60s, when real
estate there was affordable, accompanied by drugs that brought murders
and muggings to Manhattan’s East Village.
When prices climbed, artists discovered nearby SoHo. And by the 1990s,
Manhattan was off-limits to all but the already successful ones. The
rest crossed the East River to Brooklyn’s Williamsburg.
Now, it too is populated by `hipsters with a trust fund,’ jokes Adam
Johnson, who chisels inspired, artistic furniture at the 3rd Ward, a
20,000-square-foot Bushwick building teeming with activity around the
corner from Mourad’s Meadow Street.
The former warehouse is ringed by parked bicycles belonging to mostly
youngish adventurers generating a whirlwind of activity amid weathered
walls that house everything from fashion classes to high-end sculpture
in chocolate taught by Mehdi Chellaoui, a former chef for rapper Sean
`Diddy’ Combs.
One neighborhood over is East New York, the city’s most violent and
hardly a magnet for artists.
Even in Bushwick, pedestrians stay alert for teenage members of the
Latin Kings and Crips gangs. One evening, a police cruiser stopped,
beaming a flashlight into the faces of a group of friends walking past
abandoned buildings with blown-out windows.
Mourad plans to take his art to these streets soon, with Lil Buck, a
brilliant young Los Angeles break dancer who also has performed with
Ma. He and the cellist have drawn almost 1.4 million YouTube views for
their rendition of Camille Saint-Saens’ dying-swan song in a Spike
Jonze-produced video.
There’s something else on Buskwick streets that’s of no use to anyone
but attractive to some artists: trash.
In the 3rd Ward, sculptor Luke Schumacher melts copper he retrieves
from throwaway electric wiring to his dramatic welded sculptures –
their rough-hewn twists inspired by his childhood in California’s
Mojave Desert.
`This is like a fossil, from the time of the dinosaurs,’ he adds with
a laugh, cradling one piece.
Two floors up in the 3rd Ward, `Drink N’ Draw’ is the droll name of a
sketching session offered each Wednesday from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. –
complete with a nude model and unlimited beer, for $10 if you come
with a friend, $15 if alone.
Anyone can bring a pad and pencil and practice the skill of tracing
human anatomy.
`For young artists coming to make it here, Bushwick is the gateway to
New York City,’ says Johnson, the furniture designer, eyeing a
woodworking shop where he turns fallen city trees and discarded water
towers into creative pieces. `They might have been big talents in
small towns, but here they’re just one of many; it’s a real test.’
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Mourad with Yo-Yo Ma:
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From: A. Papazian