art by Uriel Landeros that cannot by vandalized, no matter how hard you try
OMG! Clear you calendar for Friday, October 26th at 7 p.m. to see the show "Houston We Have A Problem" by artist and accused vandal Uriel Landeros. I'm warning you that it's invitation only so bring bribes. Pimp out your younger brother or sister, sell your spare canvas, barter an acetylene torch and a cat that's addicted to turpentine, craig's list your iPhone 5, or whatever. Just do what you got to do to acquire enough cash / liquor / spray paint / drugs / lubricant / leather / anything to grease the palms of the door man and gain access because this has got to be the opening of the year.
Why? Because you want to be there to see what inspired the all out screed that has been running in the comments section of the FB invite.
James ArtGallery (formerly CuetoJames Gallery) invited people and then was a bit shocked when they received a hostile reaction.
Initially, James Perez (half of the ownership of CuetoJames) was "blacklisting" anyone who made a negative comment about the show.
Sergio Cornejo stated the obvious.
Which lead to the admission that Perez' partner, Rafael Cueto, had pulled out of the partnership over this. Perez remained defiant even after his partner quit in disgust.
Abuse rained down, ranging from the rational...
To the visual...
Of course, many attacked Landeros directly.
Lopez is responding to Landeros' bizarre video confession in which he explained that he spray-painted Picasso because of the drug war in Mexico.
The most powerful voice against Landeros came from a former teacher who was actually quite sympathetic.
But all through it were Perez's shifting statements, going from crassly materialistic to political to just plain ignorant and intolerant.
Perez explains art to you.
That was over 12 hours ago, but you can still read the posts if you want to delve deeper.
It will take place at...
Cuetojames Art Gallery
2500 Summer St
Houston TX 77007
2nd floor unit 212
You might even want to camp over-night if for no other reason than you're probably not gonna be branded a "nihilistic fucktard hipster" or a "mimbo" if you stroll up at 6:59 p.m. with a wine cooler in hand.
So show up. Bum rush the door. Be a part of the dialog. Tell them that the Great God Pan is Dead sent you.
"I'm ready for the Prado, Mr. DeMille!"--another masterwork by Uriel Landeros