Logan Hicks’ Bowery Wall Mural Update

Image by Martha Cooper via the Artist's Instagram

Image by Martha Cooper via the Artist’s Instagram

Due to severe weather complications a couple weeks ago, the production of the latest Houston-Bowery wall mural was brought to an abrupt halt. After hours of work, renowned stencil artist Logan Hicks was about to begin production on the mural’s third layer when, in addition to the extreme heat, a torrential downpour hit the city. Hicks and his crew did not have enough time to remove the stencils on the wall, which led to the ruin of the artist’s masterpiece in progress. Hicks posted on his instagram acct:

Because the rains on Monday caught me and my crew before we could pull the stencils down off the wall, they were destroyed. I need to have the first layer cut again. After they are cut, I will schedule a time to restart the mural again.

There is no hiding the fact that it was a shitty thing. Me and my guys worked 27 out of 36 hour in the blistering sun. But I need to remember that ultimately it’s not about what I WANT, it’s about what the mural NEEDS. And if that means I start the fucking thing over again, I’ll start the fucking thing over again! I’m going to MURDER that wall once I get back on it. I’m unstoppable.

The Bowery Wall

As of today, there’s no word of when production for the new mural, titled “Story of My Life,” will begin but the wall is currently being prepped by a construction crew with special weatherproof boards. The board installation is said to be completed some time tomorrow.

More updates to come.


Arts Watch: The New Old Bowery at the New Museum

Martin Wong: Photocollage, 7 x 11 in, Courtesy Fales Collection. Photo by Tim Schreier.

On a recent trip to the New Museum to see its Come Closer: Art Around the Bowery, 1969-1989 exhibition, I was reminded of the Bowery of my youth. There were certainly no art museums dotting its landscape (or star-chef restaurants or luxury boutique hotels for that matter), but there was plenty of art. Only I didn’t know it. What I do remember is how run down it seemed—tired looking buildings, garbage strewn about, off-putting restaurant supply stores (a few of which are still holding on) and, except for a few “colorful” characters who were hanging around the flop houses, empty streets. It all seemed so desolate. Of course, these images came from inside the safety of my mom’s car, as we drove on the Bowery on our way to or from Chinatown or someplace else. Little did I know that inside those buildings I was staring at was a different story completely-–a thriving and lively artist community.