Friday April 19, 2019

“Fabricator to the Stars: Jack Brogan to the Finish”

The dust has begun to settle on the glory of the Getty’s Pacific Standard Time. Southern California art is now canon. The pioneering artists have been named, recorded and celebrated. One of the most curious aspects of the grand exhibition was a rustle of its theatrical curtain, parting for just one silver moment to reveal the silhouette of a solitary tall man, a cowboy with his thumbs hooked into his dungarees. His name has been known only to those with access to the artist’s studio or the inner sanctum of a gallery and museum. Jack Brogan is… CLICK HERE to read the article.

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From the Huffington Post: Paris in the Twenties. Greenwich Village in the Fifties. Venice Beach in the Seventies. Chelsea in the Eighties. Right here, right now, Echo Park is…

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I can’t imagine why anyone would want to become an artist. The hours are long, the benefits are few and the pay is lousy. Even worse, it’s a lonely place; most folks cannot fathom our what nor why of it. ‘Success’ in the arts cannot be quantified nor is the pursuit easily explained. Read More

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