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Art by J. Fiber, close up, ink on paper. Cloud Nine is open until May 13

Anyway, I was at this opening (I'll have to borrow someone's snap since I didn't take any of the opening) and this show is called CLOUD NINE and it's at this Billyburg gallery, The Front Room, and it's crowded as shit, hot, the beers gone and I get introduced to this artist, Disney Nasa Borg, (?), and he's a surfer but he looks like he's from Road Warrior. So we're gabbin' about cold water when this angry little thing in glasses places herself in the middle of us, like a ref, looks up and says "excuse me but can I see the art?" and bulldozes her way to the big life size collage of a naked fat dude in a room encrusted with fast food wrappers. (by Cham Giobbi) She was a pisser that one. Why at an opening that is so damn crowded in a small room? It's not like I haven't seen it before but there is that simmering aggression of the desperate under appreciated artist that flowers in unlikely places. I appreciate her segway - so I went to the show the next day when the gallery was relatively quiet.

Photograph by Jung Nam Lee

What else can be said that the headline didn't take care of? I can't help it if there are times when art is just art and life is life and taking care of life or working on a film about doctors that I started and became all consuming and blotted out everything in it's path? I suppose working on a documentary is another form of long-form journalism. It's like I started it and it turned out I had to go to another country, medical country. But it's our country and it's our screwball heath non system and it effects everyone even if you don't think it effects you. It does. It surely will. It has more to do with art as much as it does finance. It's all connected. You'll see.

Translation dubbed into English from the Italian and scraped up by this network. (bullshit) Let's just say I had to tune the edit so lips and words almost sync up.

I go to see this show because veteran artist and facebook phenom, Judy Rifka, insisted I meet her there, a gallery I never noticed was there. I'd been on that street to see the skaters and bmxers in the railed platform park under the Manhattan Bridge. In fact, I love the location. There aren't other galleries around and the hood reminds me of Flight of the Concords, which in fact, was filmed close by. Jesse Edwards is a funny, experienced street tagger artist with what I would assume is shred cred. That appeared through one comment on YTube and some asking around.

Popular Doctor for New York's Creative Community Gets Booted by Greedy Landlord

My version of Dr. House is real. New documentary at square two is in reality in pre-production, a drama with 27 hours of real-time video about Dr. Daryl Isaacs, the uniquely brilliant and prolific internist, gives me his story of the struggle with the American medical establishment fix - all specialists and no GP's. He demonstrates in check form the insanity of "for profit health insurance' companies", Isaacs' massive patient load, and the surprising facts behind his inclusion in the hit film - SUPERSIZE ME, by then documentary director, Morgan Spurlock.

The Mercer Street Medical Case begins as a New York real estate nightmare, because Daryl Isaacs loses the lease on his medical practice and must move by the end of May. It was April and I began shooting the  more »

While many in the hoch-kunst elite and it's hopefuls would rather turn a blind eye (the other is tone deaf) to the union-busting attempts at the lower wage scale employees of Sotheby's - the online art zine HYPERALLERGIC seems pretty busy looking at the not pretty picture of big ticket art, and producing content on it's discontents. I'm liking it. I recommend it, even if one of it's sponsors is part of the problem.

This event is co-produced by BM’s Press Relations and Curatorial Departments with special thanks to Director Arnold Lehman.