Mr. Brainwash's Life is Beautiful

By Mark Mauer Wed., Jun. 11 2008 at 7:57 PM

Categories: gallery

The faded mocha edifice that until last year housed CBS’s Columbia Square studios looks at first glance completely abandoned. On giant placards that once displayed pristine, smiling headshots of the KCBS news team, the local newscasters now sport spray-painted Marilyn Monroe wigs, Warhol style. On another billboard, hand-scrawled letters spelling “Life Is Beautiful” drip as if they had been painted in fresh blood.

Is it good old vandalism, or signs of life?

Click here to read the article by Shelley Leopold

Photos by Gregory Bojorquez

“Life Is Beautiful,” MBW solo show, Columbia Square, 6121 Sunset Blvd., Hlywd., www.artshow2008.com. Opening reception, with Shepard Fairey as DJ, Wed., June 18, 7-11 p.m. Exhibit Thurs.-Sat., June 19-21, 1-9 p.m.; Sun., June 22, 1-5 p.m.

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Watch 'Exit Through the Gift Shop' if you wanna know the truth about this guy. He's a big fake.
PURE FAKE. a true Culture Vulture. Regurgitation at it's best. Nothing but a fony claiming to be a street artist, badly wishing to be one by soliciting and inviting real artist to do his work or accent it. I can't believe so called pure graffiti artists such as those names visibly seen scribbled here and there partook on this crap of a derivative show.
I LOVED THE SHOW!!! - MR. BRAINWASH IS DOING THE SAME KIND OF IRREVERANT ART THAT ANDY WARHOL DID... I WANT TO KNOW WHERE HIS FACTORY IS... :)
I had a great time at the life is beautiful art show. There were some really original concepts. I especially liked the paintings made entirely out of records. There was a cool inviting vibe at the place. I recommend that you check out the exhibit and not let others influence you without first seeing it. I took some pictures from the <a href="http://www.graffhead.com/2008/06/mr-brainwash-life-is-beautiful-opening.aspx" rel="nofollow nofollow">opening night</a> and also <a href="http://www.graffhead.com/2008/06/mr-brainwash-life-is-beautiful-part-1.aspx" rel="nofollow nofollow">inside the exhibit</a>.
Like John D. Rockefeller Claiming to be Diego Rivera Most people familiar with art know the story of Rockefeller commissioning Rivera to do a mural for Rockefeller Center and then, unhappy with the anti-capitalist themes, having the mural painted over. Rockefeller paid Rivera, bought the work and labor and design from him, thus, he could do whatever he wanted with the product. Maybe, if Mr. Rockefeller were alive today, instead of having workmen destroy Rivera's art with whitewash, he would grab a spray can, splat some paint onto the workers' faces, and claim the "finished" work to be his own. This week, hanging out every day at Mr. Brainwash's mega McGallery, it took me a few days to notice a crew of workmen (yes, all male) hanging out, building, painting, hanging "art," and filming. By my fourth day at the gallery, I had picked out who seemed permanent... and when I witnessed a young guy come outside to the courtyard and spray paint, I got a hunch that something was rotten in France. I hung back in the corner as this young guy with a faux hawk expertly tagged a table and then tagged the two guests books handed him. My days of hanging around and my ability to be unnoticeable (I am short bald guy that has the uncanny ability of disappearing into the background) paid off. I cornered several of the workers and found out who was who, who did what, and what was the real shuck and jive. PUNK = FAKE or The "saddest" artist in the world According to some of the actual people involved, "conceptualizing" is far too strong for what Mr. Brainwash does. It is more along the lines of: here is a pile of cast off material, do something with this – and thus his hired artist does. For further "illustration," more along the lines of a patron asking a portrait painter to paint her portrait – no one would ever confuse the subject of the portrait with the painter of the portrait. No one would proclaim the brilliance of the subject for suggesting she be portrayed. In short, this is Mr. Brainwash's schtick – he gives a loose direction (no design, no overarching theme, no attempt at coherence or style or comment) to an artist or craftsperson he has hired to create a work of art. How the artist interprets and renders this loose direction gets left entirely up to the artist. In some instances, Mr. Brainwash has splatted some spray paint on top of what his hired artists rendered. In others, not. And, if, like me, you viewed the show and grasped for what the thread among the works would be and could find none, you were right because the work was all done by different people largely left on their own to do the work. You know, like commissioned, rather than overseen. Yesterday, I even witnessed a fake studio be built upstairs ostensibly as a re-creation of his own. How sad is this? What prompted him to display, see, I have the toys to do this if I wanted to! Now, in earlier eras, like in Mr. Rockefeller's and Diego Rivera's day, this was known as patronage and usually done to support up and coming artists. Certainly, sometimes patrons suggested to artists what and whom they might render. No one, though, confused the patron and the artist. But fast forward a century, and Mr. Brainwash is asserting himself as an artist, just because he had the kernel of an idea. Usually, in other fields such as screenwriting or movie-making, laying claim to an idea is laughed out of court. "But your honor, the hot chick and the gun in that movie were my ideas!" Basically, Mr. Brainwash is a very wealthy guy who wants to buy his way into the art world as an artist, not as a patron. He does not need the money this art show is bringing in as evidenced by the lack of a price list and a printed catalog, the extreme disorganization of the selling such as amateurs handling the art and how no prices are listed next to the menagerie in his main gallery. The first two days, no price list existed, and still, as of Saturday, none had been printed. In short, this whole exercise is one Napoleonic sized vanity project. So why do this? Why does a guy go to all this trouble to pose as an artist, or rather, assert he is an artist, when he is not? I am reminded of Breakfast at Tiffany's line about Holly Golightly -- Q: Is she real? A: She is a real phony. That is, I asked people involved in this for months if this is a Marcel Duchamp hoax and they insist, no, Mr. Brainwash really believes. As a man, I can only wonder what sadness lurks in this fellow's heart at not living up to someone else's expectations. Is this a "Daddy thinks I'm a hapless boob so I'll show him" kind of trip? Is success more important in the end in this guy's heart than achievement? Does he really believe he can co-opt other people's talent and one day he'll magically awaken with some of his own? The most shocking thing I heard all week was from a man that said Mr. Brainwash said of all this art that he'd been doing it for ten years and just hoarding it. One simple test would prove whether this is true – invite in journalists to his studio to watch him work for a week and create another "masterpiece." Come on, Mr. Brainwash, it's worth it. Like any man worth his street cred, you'll step up to defend your rep – you'll take a punch and come back swinging. Give us your best shot. Let's see you, by yourself, at work for a week. Sadly, the truth is Mr. Brainwash really wants to be an artist; the fact is, he is not. In fact. these people created most of the work you saw (and imagine if this show were to support these real artists, like a true patron would, rather than to promote Mr. Brainwash): The graffiti on the urinal courtesy of: http://www.stinklikedog.co.uk/ The Campbell's spray cans, the gargantuan paper bag (apparently already slotted for a museum display), the Rubik's Cube, the piles of books, the TV robot, the hanging shoes (ostensibly, Mr. Brainwash is so unversed in actual street culture that when he decided to hang the shoes he did not know of their drug dealing reference), and lots of other cool built stuff: www.newcaliforniacraftsmen.com The cool paint splotches on the wall and the superior layout for the art was done by Mr. Brainwash's brother Patric The super cool person made of film cans, the octopus hanging from the ceiling, and an assortment of other great sculptures. You can clearly see the line between the sculptures on display and this guy's personal aesthetic and style. Take a cruise under sculpture: www.derekwalborn.com An assortment of local Los Angeles tag teams and graffiti artists (you know who you are) and, as far as I could find out, a lot of the Warhols, the prints, the record shard collages, etc. were done by the faux hawked kid I mentioned earlier in the article, one Roman Lefeburte about whom I could find nothing on the web. Apparently, he is Mr. Brainwash's right hand (and also in this case, his left hand) dude, who does most of the art not done by the folks already listed above. He also reportedly is slated to get a cut of the profits on the work he did, or should we instead call it pay-off money? I asked several of the American artists if doing their work and having it sold as Mr. Brainwash's was what they thought they were getting into when they signed on. No – they had expected an art factory of sorts, where someone actually gave them designs... And this list here is probably not comprehensive, but it is what I could find out by talking to folks and watching the goings and comings in the gallery. Yet, you may ask, at least he discovered great artists and gave them a chance, right? And where might Mr. Brainwash have found most of these talented people? Where does everyone else in this town find someone to pay to screw? Craigslist Yes, he recruited most of these folks through ads on Craigslist. Yep. For real. Okay, okay, you say, so what? So what if the guy is a real phony? "His" "work" makes people happy. My take, after seeing this work again and again, not "his" "work" BUT the famous folks in "his" "work" or the ones he stole from make people happy. More than once I heard people say, "How much does the Bowie cost?" or "Look, there's a baby Michael Jackson." The happiness they were getting, I assert, was not from Mr. Brainwash's "art," but from seeing the faces and things most (well, most male ones anyway) Americans already know and love: Larry King, Marilyn Manson and Monroe, The Beatles, Britney, Madonna, Scarface, Jimi, Louis Armstrong, Ray Charles, Mohammed Ali, Elvis, guns, stuffed animals, lesbian kisses, Billie Holliday, the Rubik's Cube, Bowie, Jagger, Andy Warhol's art, Keith Haring, police cars, books, Alfred Hitchcock, W. C. Fields, Run DMC, beer, etc. The whole experience has about the artistic merit and appeal of a trip to Madame Toussaud's, except that the replicas here are cast with vinyl and paint instead of wax. Modus operandi: entertain with that which is already entertaining. As for any more sophisticated commentary, the beer cans packed with "crude" oil (Petrol Light) were the only things vaguely political in the whole show. The rest was like watching a "Remember the 30s, uh, the 40s, uh, the 80s, uh, last year" episode on VH-1, many, "damn, do you remember that?" moments, and the associations into one's own experience with the pop person or object, rather than with Mr. Brainwash's "art." And, no, from watching Mr. Brainwash at work, I do not think internal fantasy escape on the part of the viewer was his intent. Frankly, his intent was to become a famous artist by using other people's fame, artwork, and new work to do it. And his ploy to become famous is working: MTV wants him to be in a video and from the information I gleaned on my last trip through, LACMA met with him about a show. Not to say that over the course of this pageant I didn't see a lot of people smiling. People commented positively to me that they felt welcome here – it didn't feel stuffy or like what they expected from an art show – uptight people drinking wine. They felt that what they saw was accessible (again, the show is in Hollywood – around the corner from other tourist attractions designed to be crowd pleasers). For sure, many people attended this art show that normally would not go see art.... or make it Downtown to the Thursday Art Walk or over to Culver City to the galleries. Of course, I am happy to see people happy -- but for the most part this really is the kind of happy one gets from finding a really great fake Gucci bag and passing it off as real, or, frankly, to folks who wouldn't ever know the difference (or care). They like the name, the flash, and the bling regardless of how it gets dished up. For the record, Mr. Brainwash has decided to extend this self-aggrandizing hoopla one more week, so if you didn't catch his lack of cache last week, you can see the works of the artists mentioned above this week, June 26 – 29. Article by Juan Rodriguez
Lots of art and clutter, but overall a great experience. After 2.5 hours of waiting, it was nice to be greeted with free drink tickets. Unfortunately the long wait was overwhelming for the late crowd and the show was put on lock down. A highlight was the break in by art hungry scenesters!!!
I know L.A. is rather deprived of an abundant and flourishing art scene but the naivete of the city's inhabitants to stand in line for precious hours to witness a copycats' disgorgement and wallow in his imitative bog, is horribly sad. For the sources of his so-called inspiration pick up any art history book and throw in any name of New York, London, France OR L.A's prominent street artists in your favorite search engine for a little education. And shame on you LA Weekly for promoting this plagiarism.
Magnifique, Une belle oeuvre
Banal, boring, self indulgent, sensationalist "art" for the lazy, hipster masses. "Lets keep everyone in line for 2 hours for no good reason so that this show looks like it's really important and relevant...." On the street Mr Brainwashes graf' is fleetingly diverting and mildly entertaining, in this space it's overblown and dull. We're told it's "the bomb right now" so here everyone goes. We just love waiting in line in Hollywood for everyone to see, don't we hipster masses ? - makes us feel like we're important and that we're not really sucking the cock of 'The Man' but really, we're not and we are. This show says nothing new about the frankly scary consumerist culture we are living through. The work is shallow, forgettable and lazy. Wake up people! When are you gonna take off your fake wayfarers, wipe the sleep from your eyes and see that this isn't good art. It's pointless and insulting. One trick pony stuff that's meant to speak to us about the culture we live in. There's more important art in to be found in Ralphs and no watered-down Vodka. But go and see it. You can whizz round it in 5 minutes, see everything, feel all cultured and sh*t then go down the road to Amoeba and listen to the real thing. David Bowie IS art - don't accept a badly painted picture of Aladdin Sane. We should be wanting MORE out of our privileged artists and not accepting this vapid rubbish.
Just like with Banksy, there was no crowd control until the last second when a rude bouncer told everyone to get lost. I'm glad I got to get in, but some people had been waiting for 2+ hours.
And what a spectacle it is. The show is a hoot. Like a remixed garage sale , Brainwash has usurped Hollywood's scale into a monstrously accessible pop art collage, replete with a hanging garden of green shoes, a flickering robot (that's where all our gran's tvs went) and every discarded library book and lost beanie baby known to man. Perhaps beauty cannot be created out of waste, but experience can definitely be manifested.
i just get a kick watching the people who watch the show. that is where the real spectacle is...
What a vain poor little rich kid. Warhol already did it, Mr. Brainwash is a fool.
This looks so awesome. I haven't been this excited about an art show in a while. Mr. Brainwash is very intriguing. I can't wait till Wednesday!