STREET WORKOUT Al Kavadlo & Danny Kavadlo
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STREET WORKOUT Al Kavadlo & Danny Kavadlo
Life is mysterious. Small acts blaze up into wild firestorms. The glimmer of a
slight desire transforms into an incandescent passion that seems to light the
world. A single thought triggers a raging torrent of ideas. A casual encounter leads to the
deepest of bonds. The force of creation sparks new patterns of beauty and insight. Webs of
interconnection form beneath the surface of our understanding.
We wonder why we do what we do, from where we came and to where we go…
Of such stuff has been my friendship with two remarkable men, the brothers Al Kavadlo
and Danny Kavadlo…
It was Paul Wade who nudged the Kavadlos into my consciousness for the first time.
A couple of rangy, flamboyant, tat-drenched, muscular misfits who decked out Convict
Conditioning 2 with their calisthenic stylings. Their Human Flag—set in the same
Alcatraz rec yard once haunted by Al Capone and The Birdman—signaled that a new band
had crashed the stage…
And it was Paul Wade again who made the next nudge—recommending Al’s writing to
me and suggesting that I consider publishing him. So I checked Al out…
What I discovered was not just Al himself, but a whole nother world…
I discovered that Al was an artist whose preferred medium is his own body. Calisthenics
means “beautiful movement” and Al re-creates himself daily, on that basis, as on ongoing
artwork. Now, artworks need a setting in which to best display themselves—and that set-
ting becomes an extension of the artwork. In his case, Al chooses to display himself against
the gritty graffiti, scaffolding and distressed brick of down-and-dirty, “street” NYC. Al’s
favorite workout spot? Tompkins Square Park—where the doors have been ripped off the
toilets to cut down on the fix-traffic of local junkies…
Life is mysterious. Small acts blaze up into wild firestorms. The glimmer of a
slight desire transforms into an incandescent passion that seems to light the
world. A single thought triggers a raging torrent of ideas. A casual encounter leads to the
deepest of bonds. The force of creation sparks new patterns of beauty and insight. Webs of
interconnection form beneath the surface of our understanding.
We wonder why we do what we do, from where we came and to where we go…
Of such stuff has been my friendship with two remarkable men, the brothers Al Kavadlo
and Danny Kavadlo…
It was Paul Wade who nudged the Kavadlos into my consciousness for the first time.
A couple of rangy, flamboyant, tat-drenched, muscular misfits who decked out Convict
Conditioning 2 with their calisthenic stylings. Their Human Flag—set in the same
Alcatraz rec yard once haunted by Al Capone and The Birdman—signaled that a new band
had crashed the stage…
And it was Paul Wade again who made the next nudge—recommending Al’s writing to
me and suggesting that I consider publishing him. So I checked Al out…
What I discovered was not just Al himself, but a whole nother world…
I discovered that Al was an artist whose preferred medium is his own body. Calisthenics
means “beautiful movement” and Al re-creates himself daily, on that basis, as on ongoing
artwork. Now, artworks need a setting in which to best display themselves—and that set-
ting becomes an extension of the artwork. In his case, Al chooses to display himself against
the gritty graffiti, scaffolding and distressed brick of down-and-dirty, “street” NYC. Al’s
favorite workout spot? Tompkins Square Park—where the doors have been ripped off the
toilets to cut down on the fix-traffic of local junkies…
