Basel Miami Beach 2006

Driving thru to get some food after Dealin Dope Art all night Dec 9 with my fav body guard, Beybi Boi

Jacqi Brown just wanted to share some dope pics from her collection. Pimp My Kart plans are going out of control, so I'll be back up on this blog as soon as I get my kart functional!

Watch out! Come to the Pimp My Kart opening and receive your Dope Art vouchers. If you can catch me around town during Basel the voucher will get you a FREE DOPE ART and a PIMP surprise!!!

Dope Art- BRANDING



I read some interesting debates about the concepts behind my Dope Art Dealing... I am going to ask the blogger if I may repost it here, but until then I wonder:
Is the projekt offensive to art dealing?
Did I offend by implying many artists do drugs?

I have been formulating my thoughts on such issues and many more over the past few months, but I am interested in seeing what you have to say.

(But for now I must indulge... is my cross-reference performativity of allusions of dealing and drug use in the art world more offensive than the corporate sponsorship of exhibitions all over Miami? Dope Art Dealing is a subversive look at the art marketeering stylings of our age... And we I don't pretend to not be informed by branding... I put business logos right in crack baggies!)

To spend or not to spend... $5

“That’s actually an oil painting on canvas,” Jacqi Brown tells him. “Wanna buy a nickel bag of art? Five bucks.”

“Well,” Sosa responds, slightly less excited now, “it’s quite shocking at first, but I wouldn’t buy it, although I think it’s still a pretty good idea. But it’d be five dollars wasted because, at the end of the night, it’s probably going to the trash.”

- From the SunPost cover story by Omar Sommereyns

The intersting thing about this conversation is that after I walked away from a sale I couldn't make, it occured to me that every night thousands of people spend $5 on a cool idea they throw away at the end of the night... yeah, I'm in the mood for a beer right now.

The Dope Crack-Pipe Sitter
Reminiscing on my what people have handed me on the streets...
I was getting ready to leave the gallery one day when Jojo, my resident crack user who lives behind one of the dumpsters on my alley comes up to the gate. I am expecting the usual, a request for money, or water, or a comment about how he wants to hang out and a plea for a time when he's going to get to "stick it in me..." He seem more agitated than usual, and he asks over and over an a low voice to approach the gate. I do so, reluctantly more because I am running late than because I think he would hurt me, and he keeps looking over his shoulder and what I'm sure are thousands of ants marching to come crawl on his skin at any moment. Then, while I am in the midst of trying to decipher the low toned babble gurgling from his lips he reaches through the gate and grabs my hand. Before I can even react he has put something in my hand and has closed my hand around it with his other hand.
His eyes focus on me, completely focused for about 6 seconds (an outstanding amount of time for the twitching shell of a man), and he asks me to watch this for five minutes he's got to go to the store.
Jojo's off. Before I even open my hand he's around the corner. I open my hand slowly and find, well, you see the picture.
My thoughts are this: I am obliged to hold this pipe and lighter. A crack head, for whom only one thing in the world matters, had entrusted me to guard his pipe. I was running late, yeah, but how could I just dismiss a request from a human being who has left me holding all that is precious to him. I went back inside, placed it carefully in an envelope, and waited.
He kept his word, he was back within about 5 minutes, baring a cold bottle of water to thank me for the favor.
There is something about holding someone else's possession in your hand that creates a bond through the tactility of physical existence.
I still have the bottle.

Anonymity and Identity-
How can an artist reconcile the positions of aloof creator and savvy salesman?

And so the very public display of a private identity begins... From a projekt kept on the DL on the streets, I hope to see lots of ostentatious commentary here.
Keep on feeding your addiction
Your need fulfills mine
<3
Jacqi Brown