• At Billyburg – Andres Jauregui

    Date posted: June 19, 2006 Author: jolanta

    At Billyburg

    Andres Jauregui

     
     

    Picture of Billyburg

    Picture of Billyburg
     
     
     
    They
    call it “Billyburg”. Williamsburg, Brooklyn’s fabled treeless garden of hip, is
    not as gray as one might expect. Toy–sized maples and green ginkgoes garnish
    the ruddy urban fa�ade of brown, red and yellow brick. Almost every building
    has a stoop. Television antennae spike the three and four–story skyline, and on
    a clear day, one can see the spires of cathedrals and the smokestacks of
    long–abandoned factories in the distance. Bicycles and scooters are chained to
    nearly every pole, lamppost and parking meter in sight. At odd corners one can
    smell the aroma of smoked kielbasa or baking bread. Although only the East
    River lies between them, the atmosphere in Williamsburg is dramatically
    different from that of Manhattan. Ask any artist and they will tell you that is
    exactly what they like about living in Williamsburg.

     

    For
    close to 30 years, artists have lived and worked in this metropolis, and
    progressively, taken over an area once the domain of machine shops, automotive
    plants and textile factories. In the pioneering years there was plenty of free
    accommodation – most of its new inhabitants took to squatting in abandoned
    factories and lofts – and fewer fiscal constraints meant artists were free to
    experiment. The first prominent arts community to emerge in Brooklyn occupied
    factory lofts in an area that became known as DUMBO or Down Under Manhattan
    Bridge Overpass.

     

    Meanwhile,
    in nearby Williamsburg, it was not until the mid–1980s that the area began to
    attract a high influx of artists. Influencing the cultural shift was a poor
    economy, post-Wall Street stock market crash, combined with the precinct’s
    undervalued facilities and close proximity to Manhattan – one of the biggest
    art exhibition venues.

    The
    galleries that initially arrived on the scene tended to be alternative,
    artist-run spaces with names such as Brand Name Damages and Minor Injury. In
    1991, came the first commercial gallery, Test Site, under the direction of
    Annie Herron, who is known for giving solo debuts in New York City to Mary
    Ziegler, Lauren Szold, Ken Butler, Vince Gargiulo and Ebon Fisher. While the
    Test Site years were short lived, as with many galleries at the time, their
    legacy has been to form a credible and established arts scene, supported by New
    York’s museum curators and collectors. With around 5,000 artists and 25
    galleries, Williamsburg has become, albeit unintentionally, the new home to the
    arts in New York City. “[The art scene in] Manhattan is very snooty and mean,
    and hard to break into,” says Billie Curren, gallery assistant and Williamsburg
    resident. “People are a lot more cooperative and willing to hear you out in
    Williamsburg, so you’re more likely to get noticed.”

     

    Galleries
    in Williamsburg regularly exhibit works by local artists. One gallery started a
    trend that became a monument to the caliber of work produced by neighborhood
    artists. Pierogi, founded in 1994 in artist Joe Amrhein’s studio, made a
    practice of displaying its flat files – large, flat filing cabinets
    traditionally used to store work not on display – in open storage. Since the
    arts space opened, twice a week, local artists have been coming in to have their
    artwork assessed, and those works accepted, have joined the flat files. With
    his wife Susan Swenson, Perogi has moved into a larger premise where visitors
    can peruse the work of over 800 local artists at their leisure. Many galleries
    have adopted this practice, and several dealers have opened galleries with work
    discovered in Pierogi’s flat files.

     

    Pierogi
    is also known as a leader in innovative contemporary art, and its upcoming
    exhibits attest to that. In January, installation artist Ward Shelly constructed
    and inhabited a space within the gallery for a month. February’s exhibition
    featured the drawings of performance artist Kim Jones, most famous for his
    “Mudman” character. And in March, artist Brian Conley presents Decipherment
    of Linear X, an
    installation tracing the lineage of aggression from animal to man.

     

    Although
    barely a year old, Jack the Pelican Presents has already made a name for itself
    with engaging installation pieces such as David Shapiro’s Consumed
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    artist saved and catalogued the food and pharmaceutical packaging from
    everything he used, which he then displayed on grocery–store–style shelves in
    the gallery. For its anniversary in January, Jack the Pelican Presents hosted a
    four-woman exhibition featuring critically acclaimed artists Fariba Hajamadi,
    Elena Herzog, Margaret Evangeline and Samm Kunce. There is also talk of a wild
    show, early in the year, that features motorcycles suspended, chained to a
    crossbeam overhead, with their motors left running on the ground, but director
    Don Carroll promises nothing – yet.

     

    Other
    notable galleries in Williamsburg include Bellwether, most famous for its
    prophetic All-American show which opened shortly before the September 11 terrorist attacks
    in New York, and Roebling Hall, featuring a show of Pierogi founder, Joe
    Amrhein’s work. Roebling Hall will showcase more local artists in the coming
    months, including a solo exhibition by Dutch–born New York–based artist
    Sebastiaan Bremer, who uses an intricate pointillist technique to create
    ghostly images on photographs.

     

    With
    its galleries lauded, and its artists respected, Williamsburg has much to
    celebrate. But ironically, there is a fear that this fame, so hard won, will
    eventually destroy the area’s integrity like so many other districts around the
    city – and the world – that have ‘blown up’. Such was the short, ugly story of
    the art scene in New York City’s Meat Packing District. After the meat lockers
    closed up shop in the early ‘90s, art galleries from nearby Chelsea moved in to
    take advantage of the cheap rent. Fashion boutiques from the garment district
    quickly followed, and with them came money; so much money that within a few
    years, there were chic cafes, bistros and dog-grooming salons in places where
    hewn sides of beef once hung. Rents rose higher and higher, and the galleries
    closed. Now, only a handful remain, and while these galleries ought to be
    rewarded for their resilience and noted for their collections, they cannot be
    credited for adding anything new to the New York art scene.

     

    There
    are some bright spots, but for the most part, galleries in the MPD are more
    like museums – they display the work of deceased artists, old New York
    favorites like Warhol and Lichtenstein. Visit Wooster Projects for your pop art
    fix, and Long Fine Art to see abstract impressionist prints and lithographs.
    “Artists end up victims of their own success, which is a drag,” said Steve
    Cannon, director of the Tribes Gallery in East Village, New York’s historically
    bohemian precinct. “People love living where the artists live. Wherever the
    artists go, if they’re successful, the money will follow.” This is, of course,
    true and has already happened to a degree in Williamsburg. There are hipsters,
    musicians and college students milling about the bars. Among the Vespas and
    bikes on the road, you will find BMWs. Fashion boutiques have opened along
    Bedford Avenue in the past year, and their presence has been felt through
    climbing rents.

     

    But
    for whatever reason, Williamsburg’s ‘explosion’ has been more of a din. At the
    very least, one can expect the process to be stalled by the presence of
    resident artists. While the MPD was almost without exception a gallery space,
    Williamsburg has a strong community that can fight for what it has created. At
    the moment, believes Swenson, the arts community will spread further into
    Brooklyn’s pockets. “It will be hard for something quite as solid as
    Williamsburg to emerge because it is just such a concentrated space that had
    quite a lot of time to develop and become really saturated. But at the same
    time, we tend to think that the gallery scene in Williamsburg and other parts
    of Brooklyn (like DUMBO) are a gathering point for artists further out in
    Brooklyn and Queens.”

    For
    Curren, “I doubt Williamsburg will ever gentrify like Chelsea or the Meat
    Market. That’s Manhattan; this is Billyburg, man. We’ve got a different
    mentality over here.”

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