Rest in Peace Dash Snow
Images + Post By: Clara | July 14, 200923 Comments
We’re sorry to report that artist and friend, Dash Snow died last night. He was a photographer, scupture, graffiti and installation artist. Known for his work that captured the raw and decandant nature of the NYC underworld and art culture. We first came to know him in the Graffiti world while he was tagging New York up as Sace. Dash lived the life he portrayed in his work, and his death comes as a huge loss to the downtown art scene. He was 28 years old and left behind a 2 year old daughter, Secret. Click to see photos.
The Bowery School; Ryan Mcginley, Dan Colen and Dash Snow
Dash Snow as the face for Adriano Goldschmied
Ryan Mcginley photo, Dash cutting lines.
Dash Snow, Untitled (Diptych), 2006
Dash Snow, Fuck the Police (Detail), 2005
This makes me so sad. He is such a inspiration to me. I was hoping to one day meet dash snow. RIP
fucking drugs.
Rest in peace Homie, sad it had to go that way.
another addict bites the dust. Its so sad how drugs are more important to some people than their own families.
How is Dash an inspiration? What an unthankful asshole! Goes out and od’s when he’s got a kid at home. How fucking stupid is that? He had to do that much of it?
inspiration in art , not drugs.
i know many who choose drugs over anything, its fucked.
Fuck this druggie. His work was shit. I don’t know why he was promoted as an artist outside of his lineage. One less idiot breathing…
You will be missed my dear friend
Very sad. Depressing in every way right down to the baby left fatherless. There are things money can’t fix. Dash Snow sported an annoying hipper-than-thou art-world persona, but his artistic talent was undeniable.Unfortunately, he was not only a brilliant artist but a drug addict as well. My condolences to his family, friends and Secret. No hope in dope.
If anyone is interested I started collecting all the information or sites related to Dash Snow. check out the below link to know all about Dash Snow (around 200 sites)
http://markthispage.blogspot.com/2009/07/200-sites-to-know-about-dash-snow.html
You know what? This guy had the money to do pretty much anything in his life and he chooses heroin. I know from fact how stupid it is to fuck with that drug of all drugs…AND the guy had a child who will have to remember him as a retard junkie who never grew up. He did nothing positive really for the ‘art world’, a world which can’t find anything interesting aside from drugs and sex? Didn’t we see all that in the 1970′s and 1980′s? Itsn’t kind of played out and stupid? The media loved that he was an embarassment to his super rich, put together family. He was praised for doing what alot of other rich kids wouldn’t do, I guess, but he took it to the extreme unfortunately. Not one person could be real with him huh? It’s all fun, but in the end, history is condemned to repeat it’s sorry self.
? can you for a minute chill on the negativity and just let the day pass out of respect for a lost life? the kid might not have made smart decisions, but he was still a young dude that died way too young and now theres a little girl thats never going to know her father, and yeah, she’ll find out the way he died one day and its going to break her heart. you’re chastising someone you never knew. its not like he lived his life to make the world a worse place, he lived his life the way he wanted to live it, there were a lot of people who he meant a lot to, which in and of itself is a feat. and you know what, at least he had a creative mind and tried to get his ideas out there, which is a lot more than most people can say for themselves. so please guys, come on. just let it go. rest in peace dash.
RIP will never forget you
ill miss you
free spirit forever
To be honest, when I read on Splay today that someone died in NYC I thought it was one of two people, Aron or Dash. I was right.
safe passagz brother… god work.
“Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.”
I didn’t know dude, just his work & graf & as a NYC dwntwn cat. Dope is a villain & doesn’t discriminate. Our culture is losing people left & right for some ‘ol bullshit. People who had a lot more left to offer…My condolences to his friends & family. REST IN POWER Dash Snow.
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another’s danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.
I met Dash a few years ago. He was a genuinely sweet, unassuming guy. Zero hipper-than-thou vibes, zero pretension. He made people around him feel welcome, even in the snobby, elitist art scene.
A lot of worthless idiots have taken the occassion of death to take cheap shots at his art, his life, and the NYC art scene. Well, I’m part of that scene and all I can say is, if you don’t like it, don’t read about it and don’t come to our parties. Get your own life and make your own scene and you may end up with something better to do than make ignorant and disrespectful comments about recently deceased people.
My condolences to his family and friends.
Rest In Power
I didn’t know him personally but some of my friends were his ‘friends’ and crew. I feel their pain and that carries alotta weight across the board. It doesn’t matter how he died or anything – when someone passes they’re gone and it affects alot more people than just direct family & close friends.. He was in IRAK, so are a few of my buddies, and they are goin thru it. It was their friend and they are my friends which made it have an impact on me and I never even met the guy in my life. That itself proves the power of someones existence. A quality crew is made up of skilled artists. He was skilled and thats how he should be remembered as thats the only connection I have to him. IRAK — talented artists/good folks.
R.I.P. SACE
I went to school with this kid when he was like 10-11 years old.. I always remembered him skateboarding and doing graffiti, but never knew that he would end up as such a degenerate.. The fact that people considered this guys lifestyle of excess art is a little much to me. I feel terrible that he was never raised to be an upstanding member of society. If I remember correctly he did not grow up with a male figure in his life and it showed. I guess heroin really is chic? A drug that is more likely than most to ruin your life is hardly ‘chic’ .. I had no idea he was even an artist
I guess that makes me out of loop.
I’m absolutely positive this guy was a sweet and genuine guy with a lot to offer the world. that said some of his work tends towards complete nihilism and hoplessness. There’s a lot of negative things in the world to be sure and artists have a responsibilty to grapple with that stuff in some kind of sensitive manner and not just pass more of it along.you can decorate certain attitudes and justify them as much as you want with all the cliches about the edge, extremity, real deal and what have you but in the end all it is is a sad justification. I’m sure that all the people that knew him had genuine affection for him but let’s be honest here are the parties all that fun? and is that what it’s all about anyway? having fun, fun, fun.bullshit ! the art scene has a discourse with the world and it should grow up and not keeping buying in to the same garbage over and over. where’s the art that says that life has importance beyond running around with your clothes off or some strange death trip? i’m sorry if that sounds negative and it’s a goddamned shame when anyone dies especially someone so young and obviously talented but i saw a picture of this dude with his child in a bath and a tattoo on his arm that said blood bath and i guess i’m just kind of square but i think that’s just so incredibly stupid…
i met dash in 2002. he came to sf and just clicked with me and my friends. there was casual drug use, but nothing that set off alarm bells. you just can’t call it. OC’s are the AIDS of the graffiti world right now.
i still laugh when i remember you trying to ride my vespa, homie. i never stayed in touch, as i’m not the social butterfly required to keep up with these kids.. but what i did see from dash, who is close to MANY of my friends, was he was a genuine nice person, who in the end, had a problem so many of his generation did.. a lack of meaning in life that leads to an emptiness.. i pray that you’ve found what you were looking for homie.
RIP SACE IRAK
a pathetic loser!! it is IMPOSSIBLE to regard someone from such a background as ever being penniless (his grandmother was supporting him!!! did he EVER have a job?) – and do you really think that the attention he got in the art world was unrelated to to his being from the De Menil family! get real! another self-hating rich kid slumming it for fun – let’s please try to look for more substance in the culture of today rather than perpetuating the false attribution of “genius” when in fact it is nothing but the ennui of the upper classes that attract them to drugs and then their connected buddies in the business that build a mythology around them. Just feel sorry for his kid.
He was 27. And he was the nicest dude youd ever meet
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