A Portrait of the Creative Conscience
In this short documentary film, we visit Ben at his home in Brooklyn, New York to discuss the origins of his creative impulses and how he became the world’s leading expert on Who Let the Dogs Out.
Gene Coffey comes clean about his struggle to establish a creative practice that satisfies both his artistic compulsions and his financial needs. In this micro-doc, we visit Gene’s Long Island City studio for a frank discussion about his unique watercolor tattoo style, the perils of addiction, and what it means to be an artist.
The text of a pre-shoot interview with Gene Coffey
I first encountered Ana Weider-Blank’s work at Honey Ramka gallery in Bushwick, NY. I stumbled in, drawn by her vibrant mythological portraits.
I’m back in my old neighborhood with stale memories stirring in my head. I trudge up a five-story walk-up on Houston and Suffolk on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.
Maria crouches on her knees amid a tight grouping of brightly colored canvases. The walls around her explode with rainbows, pop culture references and glitter.
A hot breeze pushes across the road and dances through the cluster of ready-made works of art.
I’ve parked along a dirt road deep in the woods of northeastern Pennsylvania. I’m only about 150 miles from New York City, but I’m a world away.
I pull into Detroit’s Eastern Market after a long drive from New York. The hot summer sun bounces through the cobblestone streets that distinguish the neighborhood.
It’s 4:30 p.m. on a Thursday at a dive bar in Hamtramck, Michigan. Nobody is seeking anything.
It’s a dry winter morning in the far reaches of upper Manhattan. The pulse of the city slows as the temperature drops, and a patina of salt and frost dulls the hues of the streetscape.
Bushwick, a historically working-class neighborhood that is predominantly Hispanic, has hosted a flourishing artist population for decades.
From a production standpoint, Chip Flynn is an expert with fire. He doesn’t start the fires himself, of course, he has the robots he builds to do it for him.
The village of Jeffersonville sits at the western edge of New York state about eight miles from the Pennsylvania border.
A cratered cultural landscape sprawls across the North End in central Detroit. Crumbling Victorians line the streets dotted with shuttered businesses.
