Word: metallize
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Some of the jobless who stayed put are struggling to cope. From the Detroit suburb of Hazel Park, Larry Hampton, 26, sets out once or twice a week in his pickup truck to search the streets for scrap. Sheet metal brings a penny a pound; cast iron $45 a ton. On a good day, Hampton earns $15, and it keeps him busy. "I've just got too many bills and not enough money to pay them," says Hampton, who lost his job in a machine shop last November. "It's scary...
...stage is neither abstractly bare and flexible nor ornately realistic in an attempt at complete geographical and temporal illusion. Instead, Alfred and his designers lovingly construct elements and vignettes. A trolley glides and creaks between disconcertingly realistic rails and wires--under a tastefully schematic tenement-surrounded lot whose metal underpinnings glow coppery in the retrospective glow of the lighting. Every so often a speech, or an unguarded exchange of glances, or a single character, leaps into relief, silhouetted against Alfred's loving gaze. Nostalgia and a craftsman's close attention gild each piece...
From the wealthier suburbs, the long-hairs show up as well. This is what is left of the Brookline-breed hippies, but many of them seem to have turned to the New Wave as a supplement to the usual staple of Dead, Doors, and heavy metal. They dress differently: army jackets and head bands, Levis, no leather--much greasier: In addition to Marlboros, some are smoking Djarum clove cigarettes. The know all about slam dancing from reading Boston Rocker, but they dance near the outskirts of the real action, noticeably intimidated by Psycho's crowd...
...Claes Oldenburg dribbled sticky floods of enamel over his hamburgers and plaster cakes in the '60s. he did so in homage to Pollock. If a sculptor like Richard Serra made sculpture by throwing molten lead to splash in a corner, or Barry Le Va scattered ball bearings and metal slugs on the floor of the Whitney Museum, the source of their gestures was not hard to find. Distorted traces of Pollock lie like genes in art-world careers which, one might have thought, had nothing to do with his. Certainly Pollock scorned decor. He was not interested in painted...
...that the plane clipped it at a moment of high traffic, one routine thus intersecting another and disrupting both. Then, too, there was the location of the event. Washington, the city of form and regulations, turned chaotic, deregulated, by a blast of real winter and a single slap of metal on metal. The jets from Washington National Airport that normally swoop around the presidential monuments like famished gulls are, for the moment, emblemized by the one that fell; so there is that detail. And there was the aesthetic clash as well-blue-and-green Air Florida, the name a flying...