As befit an artist whose statue of George Washington had just been installed at Federal Hall, Ward’s studio at 119 West 52nd Street was designed by the preeminent architect Richard Morris Hunt.
Walkowitz in his studio at 8 East 23rd Street. For three months that year, he shared his cot with the artist Max Weber, who needed a place to crash.
Evans kept part of his mother’s car engine behind the clothes hamper in the kitchen of 441 East 92nd Street.
Rauschenberg in his Fulton Street loft. He had built a bathtub by lining a fish crate with tar but could only use it in the summer because he had no hot water.
Horowitz, the Village Voice art critic, playing his recorder in his loft at 645 Broadway, where he lived for 25 years. According to the photographer Fred McDarrah, the visible items—shower, bed, dining table, vanity screen, ladder, record player, coffee table, dead avocado plant—were everything Horowitz owned.
Smith in her apartment on Macdougal Street. She had just performed her first extended gig, a six-day stint at Max’s Kansas City.
Burroughs nicknamed his room in this partially converted YMCA at 222 Bowery “the Bunker.” He lived in the former locker room; twenty years earlier, Mark Rothko worked on his murals for the Four Seasons in the abandoned gym.
Sherman with her blind pet dove in her apartment at 64 Fulton Street, where she lived until 1983. The shower was in the kitchen and the toilet was down the hall.
Haring with his boyfriend, Juan Dubose, in the railroad apartment they shared with a friend at 325 Broome Street. To maintain some privacy, Haring and Dubose slept in a camping tent.
Cage and Merce Cunningham shared a loft at 101 West 18th Street. By 1982, Cage had filled the space with 203 plants.
Ahearn working on his piece Bobbie (Sneaker Town USA) in his apartment on Walton Avenue in the South Bronx (his frequent collaborator Rigoberto Torres sits to the left on the couch). The living room doubled as Ahearn’s studio.
Mead’s rent-stabilized apartment cost him $75 a month in 1979 and is now nearing $460. The 86-year-old Warhol “superstar” still performs at the Bowery Poetry Club, but his clutter has restricted other activities. “I’ve painted myself out of the apartment,” he says.
Ellison at 730 Riverside Drive, where he lived until his death, in 1994. He left behind thousands of pages of writing, some of which were posthumously collected and published as Juneteenth.
Koh shared this 400-square-foot apartment, a third-floor walk-up on Henry Street, with his partner, Garrick Gott.
Cummings co-founded a trailer park in the lot behind this former nut-roasting factory at 304 Meserole Street in Bushwick. Rent started at $550 and included access to the interior communal space, which contained a metal shop, a ceramic studio, and an Airstream with an aquaponics garden. It turned out, however, that the building’s landlord did not control the lot, and last month all the trailers were removed.
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For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
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For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
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For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Address, date, or similar info here.
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Address, date, or similar info here.
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.