Hey Bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blog, and Bullet Space has an art show going on. I know because that copy of "The Bulletin, The Perfect Crime, curated by Carlo McCormick" and last weeks edition of The Villager Newspaper says so. And from what I remember, Bullet Space is one of those last of the remaining Squats in the neighborhood of the Lower East Side, now called the East Village for real estate marketing purposes maybe, in that city of New York, where if you need a home, take one, that could now be called homesteads that have either been bought out or sold out in the age of gentrification that have survived from that era of Tompkins Square Park and its riots to stop gentrification and free everyone from long lore ago. And Bullet Space has held many an artistic events over the years. And that flyer for their event reads as follows: 292 East 3rd St. New York, New York 10009 (Btwn. Ave C & D), The Perfect Crime, Andrew Castrucci & The Bullet Space Archive, 1983-2008, 25 years, curated by Carlo McCormick. An Urban Artists Collaboration, Nov. 21st-Dec. 20th, 2009. Opening Nov 21st, 7-9pm. Hours: Fri. 3-7pm, Sat., Sun. 1-6pm. Or by appt., or chance. And some of those artists participating in that installation were Miguel Algarin, Steve Cannon, Brendan Carney, Andrew Castrucci, Paul Castrucci, Nadia Coen, Marguerite Van Cook, Thom Corn, Yolanda Crespo, Anton Van Dalen, John Farris, Chris Flash, Chico Garcia, Missing Foundation, Marlis Momber, Frank Morales, Cookie Mueller, Robert Parker, Aaron Perez, Pedro Pietri, Miguel Pinero, Rolando Politi, Lee Quinones, John Ranard, James Romberger, David Yanez and more.
And this art event squatter rocks. Free The world, Housing is a Human Right, Squat The Land, Squat or Rot. Have a great squatter art day.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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It doesn't seem right that while such a big deal is made of the history of the Bullet Space at this show, there is no mention of Tenesh Weber who actually was the one who found the building, cracked it open and got the first residents together to work on the building. I know because I was with her and the fellow with the sledge hammer when the building was cracked open in the wee hours of the morning. We went in with a flashlight and walked up there stairs looking at the foot of rubble on the floor. History so conveniently leaves out herstory. Just for the record . . .
Sandra K.
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