The
IFC (International
Film Center)
is a small theater located in the west village. I was there to see "Crude – The Real
Price of Oil" a film by Joe Berlinger. That afternoon, the IFC was having two of
the film contributors as guests for a Q & A after the film. Before the film
started they had a slide show of previous guests they’ve had at the theater,
which I thought was kinda interesting. After that they displayed a very cool
short film, on an artist’s work from beginning to end of each illustration in
fast motion video. The works were remakes of (I guess) previous indie film
posters, on what seemed to be a dry earase board with dry erase markers. Then
after that the craziest thing happened…the film started. Holy
#$%^!?"%$#@&*!!! There were no boring movie trailers, no corporate
crap advertising. It was awesome. It was like traveling on a Cuban
highway...what does that mean? Well, I guess you gotta go find out huh :b
Called an idealist,
for one so cynical,
turned realist,
by the pseudo-empirical.
Because “Power To The People” hasn’t been stressed enough, and there
is no single unifying idea which could describe the thoughts behind
Roberto Enamorado, here goes a brief and objective bio.
An unusual kid, one who was street smart without being from the
streets, A native New Yorker, who had always lived in a desirable zip
code, which sharply contrasted with the visits to his parents native
home in Honduras, Central America; Roberto knew the path often avoided, because
out of curiosity, that path had been explored.
One could wonder where Roberto’s thoughts of empowerment originated.
Perhaps it was the early love for subculture, the beginning of which
could be traced to the 6th grade, where he was one of the few kids who
when asked about his favorite type of music, responded with I like
“house music.”
The interest in subcultures would continue. In the mid 90’s, it was
the non commercial hip hop which caught his attention. Electronica
followed and finally a taste for the eclectic was firmly established.
All of the music, the clothing, the idea behind the image carried out
the same message. There is a different world out there, and this
world, corporations can’t seem to quite grasp.
Then there were the comic books, a world of their own, bloody,
violent, exaggerated anarchical and fantastical. And from these comics
grew personal art, curious art, a drawing of Disney’s Thumper,
superheroes, Graffiti and finally an individual style, art which is
marketable, but with a distinct air of not being for sale.
