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André Burian, Bruno Vieira, Carlos Mélo, Luiz Flávio e Mark Sink
1960’s. Andy Warhol começa a utilizar-se de procedimentos fotográficos, desdobrando-os em gravuras (silk-screen), pinturas, instalações, vídeos e filmes, compondo uma das mais celebradas obras de arte do século XX. No contexto das artes visuais contemporâneas, talvez ele tenha sido o primeiro artista a tomar a fotografia como ponto de partida para toda a sua trajetória, profetizando a importância que ela desempenharia na arte e no mundo contemporâneo.
Mark Sink, fotógrafo, curador e professor, trabalha com fotografia desde 1978.
Seu trabalho autoral está em inúmeras coleções de museus e galerias nos Estados Unidos, América do Sul e Europa.
Como fotógrafo de arte, documentou a vida e o trabalho de vários artistas fundamentais como Andy Warhol, Jean Michel Basquiat
e Rene Ricard. www.gallerysink.com
Pioneering Los Angeles photo dealer George Ray Hawkins has been sentenced to a year and a day in prison after pleading guilty to two counts of tax fraud.
Hawkins admitted to preparing fraudulent art appraisals for his clients and filing incorrect tax returns, in order to falsely claim charitable deductions of donated artwork.
On April 25, Judge Dean D. Pregerson of the U.S. District Court, Central District of California, sentenced Hawkins to serve 12 months and one day in prison and pay $35,042 in owed taxes. Hawkins is to begin his sentence on July 25.
"I took a couple of shortcuts and I shouldn't have and it was wrong," Hawkins told PDN in an interview Wednesday. "I stood up, faced it, pled guilty."
In a plea signed August 21, 2006, Hawkins pled guilty to two counts, one knowingly filing incorrect tax returns and another for conspiring to commit tax fraud.
Hawkins filed incorrect tax returns that falsely claimed charitable donations of artwork of $43,000, $39,450 and $42,700, for a total income tax loss of $35,042.
Hawkins also falsified appraisals he prepared for clients that showed donations to charitable institutions. The appraisals allowed clients to benefit from work that Hawkins himself had donated, and let his clients deduct the donated art in the years when they would see the greatest tax benefit.
According to court documents, 24 of Hawkins's clients filed 14 false returns, claiming $379,085 in false deductions. The fraud cost the U.S. government at least $106,144. The fraud took place between 1997 and 2003.
The documents do not name Hawkins's clients, nor do they say what artwork was involved.
Hawkins was one of Los Angeles's earliest photo art dealers, founding the G Ray Hawkins Gallery in 1975. Hawkins shut the gallery about three years ago and went into private dealing.
Hawkins said he has heard from supportive artists and collectors since his sentencing was announced last month.
"The level of support that's been flowing in since the press release came out is just staggering," he said. "It's given me an incredible feeling of being cared about."
Hawkins said he is looking at his prison sentence "like an adventure" and is continuing to work as a photo dealer in the mean time. He stressed that he continues to serve his community and is active in fundraisers for AIDS research and pediatric cancer research.
"If any of the museums want me to come and talk about gift giving and how it has to be done right, I'd be glad to," he added.



This poem by Bobby LeFebre speaks about changes in the neighborhood. The poem’s topic is gentrification—the process of new residents with money (the “gentry”) moving into an older neighborhood, often displacing longtime residents. To me, this is not about “urban renewal”; it is truly about “pushing out” the history, people, and roots of urban neighborhoods.
Push Out
I remember when my neighborhood was just called the Northside
Now they are calling it the “Highlands”.
Bilingual bookstores are now Boutiques
and the liquor store is carrying exotic wine.
They’re calling it progress….
Progress on the same Barrio streets
those people once warned their children to stay away from.
Now they flock to the Barrio armed with
developers plotting out a new place to live.
I see the transformation.
They say it is an evolution…….
as if what had existed there before was somehow subhuman, but my neighborhood had history.
The concrete beneath the feet of customers at
coffee shops has a story woven within the patterns of the cement…..
unfortunately its format is not compatible with any of the programs installed on their laptop computers so….
they’ll never get the message.
My neighborhood is changing before my eyes
Old Impalas and Monte Carlos are becoming Mercedes,
Parking spots have been invaded by SUV’s,
and I have to drive to get Mexican food.
They removed the tennis shoes from the power line
yesterday,
painted over a mural of La Virgen de Guadalupe,
and closed another Brown-owned business,
…..they replaced it with a “doggie daycare”.
I remember when the police patrolled the streets,
rollin like thugs two to three squad cars deep,
cuffing before questioning………
interesting…….
Now the Police interaction with the changing
demographic is smiles and handshakes.
Gentrification is as compassionate as a suicide bomber detonating in a preschool schoolyard.
My culture is suffering worse than it was before the push out,
meanwhile, the pushers, they discuss popular culture in an overpriced eatery that used to be a shop that sold herbal remedies for people too poor for doctors and prescriptions.
They have placed streetlamps along the same walkways where the darkness of night provided a shield for drug deals,
graffiti ridden walls have been painted over,
trashcans have been added to every corner,
and there is even a contraption on every light post that has baggies for dog shit.
All of this in the name of beautifying the Barrio.
All of this was asked for before,
but back then……
it was only dirty Mexicans asking;
if they wanted a better neighborhood then why didn’t they just move….
And now it has become so damn pretty that sometimes I have to remind myself of the pain, but some things are just impossible to change,
the blood has been washed away,
but the shape of the stain in my mind remains.
I know why the bricks on the corner building are chipped,
there was a drive-by there,
but prospective buyers don’t know that,
…..they just think it gives the building character.
The sound of profit drowns out the cries of the people who were there before
Gucci shoes erase the remnants of the chalk line that was there before
Before long there will be nowhere else to go.
It couldn’t get much worse
Now don’t get me wrong,
the barrio I knew was not an ideal place for a flower to grow.
There is nothing beautiful about drug deals and Brown on Brown crime.
Nothing luring bout’ streets filled with litter and disproportionate illiteracy rates.
Living paycheck to paycheck has never been fashionable
…………..there was beauty in the struggle though
I received the call yesterday
My landlord informed me he is “negotiating” a deal to sell the property in which my apartment sits.
A deal that would leave him with a profit and us packing…….
We have started to collect boxes.
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