When my partner and I came back to New Orleans, I struggled along
with everyone else to clean up and rebuild my life. As a sort of
therapy, I began collecting the spectacular painted and weathered
wood that sat lying everywhere. In my back yard, amidst leaning
stacks of dimensional lumber, I started putting the boards together,
experimenting with pure composition. While I was doing it, I noticed
that I temporarily stopped worrying.
Skylar Fein has resurrected the signage of a lost New Orleans, and the works- hand-painted, electrified, assembled in the traditional sign painter’s way- occupy a realm of historical hijinx mixed with unabashed sentimentality…
Before the wrecking ball did its work, someone saved the Adonis signs, featuring leather-clad men, nude male silhouettes and coded homoerotic symbols. They were rediscovered during the post-Katrina cleanup . . . according to Fein, anyway…