Last time we spoke to JJ Brine, the man behind “the official art gallery of Satan,” he told us that Donald J. Trump was “pure poison.” That was in August, right after the Republican National Convention. JJ, the self-declared “Crown Prince of Hell,” refused to say much more about the GOP candidate, even though Brine had his own political agenda: He had just tabled a plan to bring Vector Gallery to Washington D.C. in order to “‘program” the presidential elections and cause “systemic shifts in the geopolitical configuration of power in the Middle East.”
Tonight, a chasm of art opens up in East Williamsburg. More specifically, tonight marks the beginning of CHASM, a four-day late-night multimedia/nightlife/performance/music event, showcasing some of the most groundbreaking artists working in the Brooklyn scene today. The experience is curated by Julia Sinelnikova, a multimedia artist who often creates under the name The Oracle and is drawn to the usage and interactions of light in her work, whether it be through curation or creation. Keep Reading »
As is JJ Brine’s way, he’s hesitant to speak about the past. Even the very recent past, when Brine– Satanic gallerist, practitioner of “Post-human” art, founder of the Vectorian and its “Crown Prince of Hell”– took off for Los Angeles to start fresh. “I don’t even know if it’s relevant to recall what happened in Los Angeles,” he said. “This is now, that was then. I’m doing what I’m doing now.”
Now that Brine has captured the attention of the art world, conservative conspiracy theorists, gossip columnists, even Dow Jones reporters, it’s much easier to track the artist’s more recent trajectory, even if he’s reluctant to go into too many details about the non-present.
Opening Monday August 22, 6 pm to 9 pm at The Living Gallery. On view one night only.
For one night only, the humble Living Gallery will be taken over by artist and “earth-loving dumpster-diver” Jill Rosati’s fantastical sculptures. Among them are “vomcanoes,” vaguely grotesque creations that look as if a mound of dirt grew legs and eternally spewed a fine stream of luminescent sludge that may or may not contain human hair. Yum! Rosati is committed to showing the ugly and excess-filled side of human nature (and sometimes, just nature itself), but smartly does so using sustainable and recycled materials so she doesn’t necessarily waste in order to portray waste.
I met with an old friend of the blog, JJ Brine, last night at his Satanic gallery on the Lower East Side. Thankfully, it was a warmish evening, otherwise the busted picture window would have made for a very drafty Vector Gallery. Instead, it imbued the place with a different sort of vibe, distinct from when we last visited– something JJ also acknowledged– the sounds of the street became part of the experience. I no longer had to guess that people outside were talking about the strange happenings going on inside. Gaggles of teenagers intermittently giggled and gasped, pointing at a flower-crowned JJ and the eerie, reflective and neon decor, all visual terrorism.
Consider this your last chance to get creepy for a good long while because Friday the 13th ain’t happening again until November kids, which means (depending on your persuasion) we’ll be facing eight straight months of horrible luck. If you’re more inclined to associate Friday the 13th with Jason or unfortunate circumstances then, by all means, stay inside your depressing apartment and order delivery tacos. We’re guessing you’re also the type of person who would blame the forces of evil for finding you’ve received soggy tacos— the horror! Like, how else could that happen? Mayonnaise just doesn’t move itself. But hey, if you’re not a turd, check out our list of fun ways to celebrate this lucky day.
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JJ Brine, founder of the Lower East Side’s only Satanic art gallery, is not your typical interview subject. Straightforward questions simply do not work on the curator and artist-in-residence of “the Official Art Gallery of SATAN.” There were several times during our talk when Brine stared back at me — amidst imagery of Charles Manson and Baphomet the Sabbatic Goat — as if to say, “What the hell are you talking about?”
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The devil went down to East Broadway?