This evening, the New York Art Department opened a brand new exhibit featuring urban calligrapher JIM JOE at The Hole gallery in the East Village. The mysterious artist has made a name for himself, quite literally, by his obsessive-compulsive street-bombing antics, writing his moniker (often accompanied by his signature quips) on walls and just about anything else he get his hands on. Entitled YES 2012, the show will only be open till Sunday and is comprised of canvasses, seemingly simplistic installations and painted found objects that range anywhere in price from $1500 to $5000. But one thing that’s noticeably absent from the ubiquitous body of work that he has created out in the public, is the lack of the very namesake that garnered him all the attention in the first place. His “JIM JOE” tag really only appears on the front of one piece and in spray paint on the wall, so it’s somewhat disappointing, yet at the same time pleasantly unexpected, like a highly recognizable brand putting out a collection without its logo on any of the products. (Photos: Joseph Schulhoff/ANIMALNewYork)








































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This is really bad. Like first year art school bad.
So yeah, I get that Hole co-owner/curator Kathy Grayson wants to be down with graffiti super bad. She openly jocks graff and has dated more than enough writers (some from the same crew, noless) to make that perfectly clear. It's just that this is the most wrong way of going about it. Why not have an ADEK show, or an MQ show, or a show with someone else who has put in work, is interesting/innovative and, I don't know, actually matters. Galleries like the Hole are in a unique position to highlight and give credit to people who matter in the graffiti scene they so obviously want to be down with. And instead they give a show to some no-name who I can't even call a toy because his "graffiti" is not even graffiti, it's just some civilian scribbles. Way to stay relevent. Seriously, what's next Hole, a show with Cope2?
wow, hate much? you guys obviously don't get the joke. this shit supposed to be bad/toy.
“OMG! I got a fab idea that will def be rad and funny. Let’s have a hipster toy graffiti show. Someone who ‘tags up’ in the East Vill and Billyburg.” Is that how it went down blough mi? Because its not funny or charming or worth a damn. And I hate all day everyday…
OMG, then stop crying about it and go over it.