Bob Pool, Los Angeles Times, August 28, 2011:
Alex Schaefer's depiction of a Chase branch going up in flames drew the attention of L.A. police, who asked if he was a terrorist. He said the work was a metaphor for the havoc banking practices have caused the economy.
Standing before an easel on a Van Nuys sidewalk, Alex Schaefer dabbed paint onto a canvas.
"There you have it," he said. "Inflammatory art."
The 22-by-28-inch en plein air oil painting is certainly hot enough to inflame Los Angeles police.
Twice they've come to investigate why the 41-year-old Eagle Rock artist is painting an image of a bank building going up in flames.
Schaefer had barely added the orange-and-yellow depiction of fire shooting from the roof of a Chase Bank branch when police rolled up to the corner of Van Nuys Boulevard and Sylvan Street on July 30.
"They told me that somebody had called and said they felt threatened by my painting," Schaefer said.
"They said they had to find out my intention. They asked if I was a terrorist and was I going to follow through and do what I was painting."
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
An artist's incendiary painting is his bank statement
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"Inflammatory art"
Very good.
Having more than a passing familiarity with the Van Vuys police department , I, who in 1977 at the tender age of 16, was roughed up by them along with some high school friends on one sultry venerable and long extinct Wednesday Van Nuys cruise night, can vouch for their metaphorically challenged natures. Art for them was the guy who ran the deli on Ventura Blvd, where "every sandwich (was) a work of Art!". The choke hold memories above the roof of my Dad's Buick almost make me misty eyed all these years later...
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