Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Happy Birthday Larry Deyab




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Larry Deyab was a careful observer's careful observer. Sadly I say "was" because he passed away after shoveling out of a snow storm this past winter. He kept great company wherever he went, and in an art world where observation is prized above all else, Larry Deyab was king. He will be dearly missed.



Guten Abend, 2010, oil on linen, 28 x 43 inches



It is worth mentioning also that Larry was, for the most part, far too much the gentleman to impose those observations of his on anyone else. No, instead he reserved them for his paintings, and in this regard, he was no gentleman at all. A man who was gentle and kind in his life, became ferocious and terrifying in his art.



Balzac, 2004, oil on canvas, 100 x 40 inches, L'Imagerie, Lannion, France



Larry Deyab's paintings were that reasonable combination of both him, and the crazy world he witnessed around him. They were sharp, searing, caustic, witty, ironic, comical, brutal, unapologetic, brave, shocking and beautiful. They seemlessly fused an elegant education in Boston and New York with the raw power and grit of the back city streets; like some Quentin Tarantino comic strip graffiti artist; his narratives seemed simultaneously ripped from the socio-political stratosphere and pop, ethnic, literary, fashion cultural zeitgeist, and then spilled and splashed and sprayed across his linen canvasses like a drive-by postmodern-day Toulouse Lautrec.




LAST SHOT(Brooklyn), 2006, enamel on canvas, 32 x 44 inches



Religion was not spared either, although one could argue that his Christ paintings only reflect poorly on the human race. The blacks in them are bottomless. Their pain is his pain. It is beyond palpable.




Crown of Thorns, 2012, oil on linen



Larry was incredibly knowledgeable, thoughtful and well read about everything, not just art. He smoked the best Cuban cigars and drank the finest brandy. He hated talking on the phone. He was Larry, never Lawrence. You wouldn't have batted on eyelash to hear that he once knew someone like Gertrude Stein. He got around. He exhibited more abroad, and spent time painting there, mostly in France. He was passionate and beside himself about the tragedy and devastation happening in Syria, the mythical homeland of his parents. He was patient and contemplative, with a warm and ready smile and a searching gleam in his eye. He had had his big heart broken one too many times. It had taken its toll. He carried the weight of it around with him.




Consolatory Virgin, 2007, spray paint on canvas, 100 x 100 cm




His art world stories were treasures, windows to a time gone by. For example he once found himself giddy in a drinking contest with the legendary Joan Mitchell. He was also the willing and trusted confidant of the revered Milton Resnick, right up until when the great artist took his own life at age 87. Once, his artist pals hadn't believed him that he had just bumped into the one and only Bill de Kooning wandering down West Broadway with the sun in his eyes. At every art world event he enjoyed the companionship of his teacher and mentor, the painter, the rock, Bill Jensen. He spent years as Ronald Bladen's friend and assistant, building his fantastic sculptures, and only he knew their quixotic secrets. He affectionately parsed and debated with his buddy, the art critic, Robert Storr. Strangely enough, in 1982 he attended an opening for Seven Americans at the Washburn Gallery on Greene St that I was in but missed because my first son Rory was being born.





2012, Dadian Gallery, Washington DC, Artist talk





Despite all the people and friends that linked us for most of our lives(our mothers had both been friends of Resnick's, for example), we wouldn't meet for the first time until 2009 when he walked into the Bow Street Gallery in Cambridge and introduced himself. We had a lot of catching up to do. Brothers. Fast friends. He had finally come home, after roughly 30 years in the New York art world, to live in peace. Like everyone who knew him, I am so glad to have been his friend. Happy Birthday Larry. Rest in peace.





Black Flowers, 2005, spray and enamel on canvass, 38 x 78 inches






Addison Parks, Spring Hill, March 29,  2016


6 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:02 PM

    Nice hommage to the guy.
    Thanks.

    Florent.

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  2. Anonymous3:36 PM

    How beautiful, Addison!
    Thank you so much for this!
    I just love hearing about memories, anecdotes, and thoughts about people I like(d), and you are just the best writer for that: so vivid that it feels like I was there too.
    I feel so grateful
    Happy Larry's Birthday
    Heide

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  3. Anonymous3:41 PM

    Beautiful.At your best.I put it on his FB site and tweeted it. Martin

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  4. John Deyab9:07 PM

    How neat that artists and others are remembering Larry today on what would have been his 59th birthday. I visited my big brother Larry today-- as well as our parents Bea and Charlie-- at Mt. Auburn Cemetery.... I said, "I guess I can't say ' Happy Birthday' .... And stood there, almost thinking this superhuman being would figure out a way from the beyond to respond. ..... Though there was no response, no signal, no anything and as I walked away from the space understood that I had it all wrong: I should not have been trying to communicate with Larry there-- for his spirit is, and will always be in his beloved art.... Go stand near one of his paintings and you and Larry can have a conversation that not only will make you laugh, and cry, but also make you wish you could spend a piece of eternity with him, too.... He is gone, but his art will be with me, and us forever.
    John Deyab

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  5. Anonymous7:17 AM

    Thank you for this lovely tribute. You really captured Larry in this piece. His work will only grow more powerful as time passes, even seeing Last Shot Brooklyn reproduced here knocked my socks off. And I remember seeing it in Bushwick when he did it.
    It really made my day to read this. Katherine Parker

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  6. Anonymous9:12 AM

    this tribute is wonderful, and fitting, and Larry would have appreciated it
    amy grunder

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