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I love it.
He's only been doing this 11 years? It's so wonderful. I suppose he was painting in his mind much longer. Is Mr. Foust selling his work in TSP? I don't know if I can afford it, but I am interested to find out.
Those works are pretty good.
This could be the new new Warhol street art b4 all the Yuppies price it up
I do hope someone buys something. One morning I watched him harass people for looking at his paintings ("What are you looking at!?!?!") as well as getting, you know, within 25 feet of them, but after he finished his rant about the Great Wall of China I told him I actually liked three of them and he said Thanks.
Sadly, Jerry Foust passed away on Monday, September 13, 2021, just two weeks short of his 47th birthday.Tompkins Square Park is emptier without him.Chris Flash
Loved this guy and his amazing art. He was a counter-yuppie breath of fresh air. RIP.
Me and Jerry shared a special and unique bond -he was a bright minded, wise cracking, classic Andy Kaufman style provocateur in certain moments, in other moments he would be a wise, reflective, sad soul. I saw the light inside his darkness and the darkness inside his light. Sometimes I would just hang with him for what seemed like weeks, drinking, cracking jokes on each other and enjoying the chaotic and also the quiet moments. He always knew how to make me laugh and also how to laugh at me and others humor. He liked being around different types of people and walks of life and he was a hell of an artist, if given the space and time to focus and refine it. Some of his more minimal work he would do over days hanging in the streets off AVE A, but he was very flexible and could paint in any condition. He was magnetic and A charmer, but could go off the rails once he was inebriated, especially if he felt someone was not authentic. He was all about authentic. NOT ONE TIME DID I EVER FEEL IT WAS AN ACT, though at times, his life could look like one big ''performance art'', he was sincere and had a heart of Gold. A total rockstar in my eyes, who did things his way, even at his own expense. I wished I did more with him artistically, on the other hand, I am forever grateful for the moments I shared with him, especially the last moment, which was the last one he would have with anyone. It was fate, I guess....and I thank God that this wreckingh ball of brilliance and madness came into my life - I wouldnt want it any other way!! Tears.....tears........ - Robert
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