Here’s the link to some of his work as well as info on where to send donations:

http://hiphopenquirer.com/news/special/1310-help-needed-now-legendary-hip-hop-photographer-ernie-paniccioli-diagnosed-with-cancer:

DONATIONS:

http://erniepaniccioli.chipin.com/ernie-paniccioli

With his recent gallery success and increasing contributions as a historian I thought it’d be a good time to show this early eighties staple.  Lot of history on that wall. Although it’s been sterilized for over a decade , that wall will always be known as The S.A. Wall to me. Didn’t have to venture into the Freedom Tunnel to peep this one , just had to cruise down the West Side Highway. Ahhh, memories.

I just got the first look at an advance copy of my book, “Graffiti 365”. It’s taken three years for this project to happen and obviously I was nervous and anxious to see the finished product. I am very proud of the result and thought I’d share a few of the images. I am extremely grateful to Zephyr and Abrams for giving me the opportunity to share my knowledge. The book deals with Street Art and Graffiti and there are a ton of different looks. I am not trying to convert anybody.. I compiled this book in the hopes of appealing to cognoscenti and neophytes alike . I am truly grateful to the friends I’ve made and lost along the way. The book will be released mid-September or early October. Special thanks to Monica LoCascio , iO Tillet Wright,  and Martha Cooper. Thanks for your support.

Here are the links from Abrams and amazon.com :

http://www.abramsbooks.com/Books/Graffiti_365-9780810997448.html

http://www.amazon.com/Graffiti-365-Jay-Edlin/dp/0810997444

I did not know Caine other than by reputation. The # 7 line didn’t boast a lot of talented writers in the early to mid-seventies , so Caine stood out like a blazing North Star in a dull dreary sky. Focusing on conceptual pieces with colorful backgrounds and detailed characters, he was way ahead of his time. His letters which were passable were not the focus of his work.And ,although he often wrote with guys like Mad 102, Flame and Tage,  it was Caine’s name that stood out most. I can recall going to a Mets game around 1975 and seeing Caine’s Welcome to Hell car with the Alice Cooper face on one end of the car and the skull man on the other pull up on a Manhattan- bound 7 train as I was heading to Shea Stadium. As if by reflex, I jumped off my train and ran to the other side of the platform to get a closer look.I waited for the doors to close and after the oblivious passengers exited Caine’s masterpiece , I began running alongside of the moving train until it pulled out of the station. My admiration cost me a few innings of Mets baseball, but Caine’s opus was way more captivating than the mediocre ‘75 Mets squad. Eddie Glowaski a.k.a. Caine also had a dark side. Caine paved the way for Lee Quinones’ conceptual whole cars although their messages had no similarities. The fact that Caine operated on the most isolated of all I.R.T. lines , the # 7 train ,made him unique in graffiti history. I will not speculate on his life outside of graffiti , but wanted to share this journal entry that I happened upon during the course of researching my book.

The Devil is a tireless predator. He tries hard to pluck lives from this world before they have the chance to make their peace with God through faith in Jesus Christ. This is the reason why he is referred to in the Bible as a thief” who’s come to steal, kill and destroy. Satan has been a killer of men and a stealer of souls for thousands of years. The Scriptures also describe him as both a” wolf” and a “roaring” lion.

And with these things in mind, I am writing today’s journal entry in memory of my friend, Edward Glowaski. Eddie died on or about March 15, 1982. His death occurred as the result of his being shot by a resident whose house he tried to break into. An elderly gentleman by the name of Fred Hammer, whom I believe was in his 70s, caught Eddie in the act of burglary and shot him with an unlicensed handgun.

The incident occurred at 37-68 97th Street in the Corona section of Queens, New York. Mortally wounded, Eddie was then rushed to a nearby hospital. He was shot around 10 P.M. and died the next day at approximately 2:30 A.M. Eddie was only 24-years old.

I met Ed Glowaski while we were both confined to the Kings County Hospital’s jail ward, which was located on Clarkson Avenue on the top floor of the building. This was in Brooklyn, New York, in 1977.

Eddie and I were in separate observation rooms, which were more like jail cells, as we awaited our respective criminal cases to be dealt with by the court. I was under a 24-hour per day suicide watch all the while I was confined there. A New York City correction officer was posted outside my room continually with each officer doing an eight hour shift. And Eddie was housed in a three man room almost directly across from me, and about ten feet away. Most of the time the guards allowed Ed and I to talk.

Eddie’s case also graced the newspapers, at least for a few days. He was caught robbing from graves in a local cemetery. He told me he was a Satanist. And, if I remember correctly, he knew certain persons who were interested in purchasing his wares in order to use them for ritualistic purposes. But who these people were, I’ve no idea. And I think it was one of Ed’s friends who tipped off the police.

Ed was only 18 or 19 years old at the time of his arrest. Although it was a long time ago, I recall him as being about 5’10’’ tall, with a pale baby face and blonde hair. He was soft-spoken and could’ve easily passed as a college freshman. He didn’t look as if he belonged in prison. I think he was looking for a father in his life.

Because his case was so bizarre - a teenager caught trying to rob old bones and other items from cemeteries for satanic purposes - not only did the media have a run with the story, but the judge ordered him to undergo a psychiatric exam. And this is how Ed and I met. I was confined to the jail ward of the hospital for the same reason: a mental evaluation.

Thus Eddie and I became friends through the cell bars, which is a common occurrence in such a setting. Men who are locked up in cells next to each other need to communicate. So Ed and I got to know one another. I learned that he had a devoted mother who loved her son. She would visit him every Saturday speaking to her child through a mouthpiece that was embedded in the glass partition which separated the inmates from their visitors. Eddie’s mother did a lot of crying whenever she came to see him. He talked a lot about her and his sister. Ed loved his mom as much as she loved him.

However, after about a month or two, Eddie’s psychiatric evaluation was complete. So he was then remanded to the infamous Riker’s Island Jail to await a trial or a disposition of his case. I think he ended up pleading guilty and doing “time served” plus a long period of probation.

Yet Eddie still kept in touch with me, at least for a little while. But I guess he eventually decided to move on with his life. And by this time I had already received a lengthy prison sentence after having pled guilty to murder in the 2nd Degree in the “Son of Sam” case.

Then, years later, in 1982, while I was confined to an upstate prison a short distance from the Canadian border, I happened to come across a week old copy of the New York Times.” And I believe it was the paper’s “Metro Section” that I’d been looking at when I spied a small article several pages into the section. The piece was maybe an inch wide, and not more than four inches in length. Yet when I read it, I froze.

The article, in few words, simply said that a 24-year old man by the name of Edward Glowaski, was shot while trying to burglarize a home in the Corona section of Queens. It went on to say that he died several hours later. It did mention, as well, that Mr. Glowaski was a talented artist who’s works were being featured in a Manhattan art gallery. His pen name, the article said, was “Caine .”

I didn’t know that Eddie was a budding young artist who had already received some recognition for his work. My memory of him was locked into a brief frame of time back in 1977. In my mind I still saw him as a skinny and confused adolescent. And now he’s dead!

I wasn’t walking with the Lord back then. It would be awhile yet before I became a follower of Jesus Christ. Besides, I’d lost contact with Ed, and I had my own share of problems to contend with, too. I was struggling to cope with my incarceration and the craziness of prison life. I was also battling with depression. So I basically forgot about Eddie until I happened upon the article.

Yet what I do know today is that Satan has no respect for those who are, or who once were, his followers. Sadly, there are those, and I was one of them, who’d been deceived. In my ignorance, rebelliousness and foolishness, and perhaps even in my loneliness as well, I once pledged allegiance to this cruel being. And when I did so, I actually thought that things would turn out well for me. But I’ve learned from hard experience that the Devil is just what the holy Bible says he is: a liar, and the Father of Lies (John 8:44).”

Most certainly those who place their trust in Lucifer for their fortunes will end up losing everything. Gone will be their minds, their bodies, and ultimately their souls. None of the Devil’s crowd will get to keep or enjoy what he has promised them. And if not for the mercy of God, my body would be in a grave by now, and my soul would be in Hell. I shudder when I think about it.

D.B.(David Berkowitz)

**This post was excerpted from David’s prison journal. The date of this entry is March 1st, 2008 . Berkowitz was denied parole for the fifth consecutive time in May of 2010.

  I was checking the internet two nights ago and realized that the cover image from my upcoming book is now online. The book titled “GRAFFITI 365” will be available October, 1st, 2011.  Been working on this for almost three years and can hardly believe it’s actually finished. The book is a global survey of Street Art and Graffiti from the beginning of those cultures through the present.
The forewords are by myself and ZEPHYR.  The book was a collaborative effort between myself and a crew of talented writers and photographers. I will be blogging some of the pics and texts from the outtakes in the near future just to give y’all an idea of what to expect. Stay tuned!

Wrote a few articles for The Source and thanks to CHINO BYI hookin ’ it up I got to have a page when they featured graff back in the day. Just found this online and thought it might be fun to re-visit.

  Just got back from a week in LA , where I twice attended the MOCA show.
Did a little review for PAPER MAG’s website.

You can find it here:

http://www.papermag.com/2011/04/jeffrey_deitchs_art_in_the.php

In the meantime here are a few pics not in the review:

During a five year stretch in the early to mid-eighties I lived in Yonkers. My building was on the borderline between The Bronx and Westchester Counties. It was a grimy block , filled with drugs, sleazy chicks and Van Cortlandt Park as my back yard. I had met a kid from the block who wrote Angus before moving there and we re-connected. He introduced me to a skinny 15 year old who reminded me of that kid Nicholas ( Adam Rich) from Eight is Enough. The kid was a toy but had heart and was determined to get up. He would practice on paper and bring over his latest renderings for my approval. He was also starting to destroy the streets of Yonkers. Through me he would meet Cap and Seen and tour Baychester and Esplanade prior to getting to know those places like the back of his hand. We rarely painted together because as he was on his way up, I was on my way out.  Eventually he would hold down the 2’s and 5’s ,most notably, during the period when those trains were becoming White Elephants. His career on transit was prodigious and well-documented. Although we went our separate ways long ago , I still run into him every now and then and that connection is still there.  I was cleaning out some stuff and found an old black book I thought I had lost. Its recovery prompted me to post this. Here’s an early example of his work. Much respect, Tommy.

  Although I have sold my own name in the past, I have never been in a gallery show before.  I don’t really consider myself an artist ; in truth more a bomber with a long history in the game. Having just completed a book, which Martha’s work was an integral part of, I encountered art from every era, locale and skill level during my research. While much of it was beyond my skill set , there was some that made me scratch me head and think” I can do better than that.” When Martha showed me her photo of a string of unblemished “White Elephants ”  winding their way down the elevated tracks of the old familiar 6 line, I started to wax nostalgic and Martha graciously obliged, allowing me to “doodle on the paper”. The resulting collab (see below) will debut in her show tonight at The Carmichael Gallery 5795 Washington Blvd in Culver City , CA.  from 6-8PM.

Almost forgot to mention, I stopped by the HUELESS show at The Mallick/Williams Gallery before the game last night. Nice space , great energy and some interesting work. Didn’t have time to stay long , but gallery staff was friendly , space was clean and giving out those black n white cookies at a monochromatic show was a clever move. Here’s a couple of flicks. Sorry I don’t know who the artists are. Just a few of my faves:

  Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…....  Cleveland ?? They got 12 wins all year and are 3-0 against us. OK , this game sucked. I’ll give you guys a few basketball related shots , but I gotta be honest my mind was elsewhere during this travesty. You’ll see what I mean!

THE ENEMY