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In the summer of 2004, during the heightened security of the Republican National Convention, Riley drank a gut-full of rum and rowed out to Belmont Island, a pile of scrub situated across from the United Nations, where he climbed Tower 17 and unfurled a 21-foot-long red flag depicting two electric eels. As daybreak approached, he proclaimed Belmont Island a sovereign nation and began a laborious retreat back to the Long Island City ferry terminal. Just after dawn, a Coast Guard boat equipped with machine guns apprehended Riley's craft. The entire operation was caught on video and scored with Wagner, for a piece Riley calls Belmont Island (SMEACC).
"I was pretty trashed," admits Riley with a smile. "SMEACC is military debriefing acronym for Situation, Mission, Execution, Administration, and Command Control. Amazingly enough, they didn't arrest me."
The life of Riley is awash in such good luck. During his frequent explorations of the forgotten islands of New York, he has been detained and questioned by the Coast Guard and harbor patrol dozens of times but arrested only once, he says. And his recreational swims in the East River have yet to produce any lasting side effects.
"You know [the East River] is not even a river," says Riley with a dismissive shrug. "It's a tidal strait. There's fresh water moving in and out of there all the time."
Duke Riley became fascinated by the culture and topography of waterfronts while he was still a child, following his uncle to the docks where they bought wholesale fish. That early urban-aquatic absorption has informed Riley's life and work ever since, from his vocation as the owner and operator of Cherry Bomb, soon to be known as Mossbunker Tattoo, in Greenpoint; to his creation of a tremendous body of artwork that incorporates nautical history and seafarer's handicraft; to his hosting of legendary parties that involve fresh-dug clams and fragrant maritime waste, which provides an authentic "low-tide" ambience at secret locations along the Brooklyn shoreline.
In January, Magnan Projects presented a one-man show centered on Riley's documentary exhibit about Mill Rock Island, which sits in the East River off 96th Street. Through video and artifacts such as bottles, munitions, maps, and authentic military uniforms interspersed with Riley's own wonderfully harrowing nautical-inspired workdrawings, scrimshaw, mosaics, wood cuts, and a colossal tongue-and-groove waterway mapthe show created its own myth about an autonomous community residing on Mill Rock Island. When the exhibition was moved to the Pulse Armory in March nearly everything sold, including a colossal 6-by-12-foot tattoo-style illustration of life on Mill Rock Island, which was purchased by a major New York museum. Soon after, Magnan Projects founder Alberto Magnan took Riley to Cuba on a humanitarian mission, during which Riley explored the Almendares River near Havana.
"I've always been interested in the space where water meets land in the urban landscape," explains Riley. "Traditionally, those places have been associated with crime, disease, and sin. It was where the [housing] projects were built; where the sailors drank, fought, and gambled; where the cheapest whores plied their trade. Tattoos wouldn't exist in the U.S. if it weren't for the waterfronts; they were born on the waterfront, in the periphery of society. But the peripheries are changing quickly."
Sandwiched between LaGuardia Airport and College Point in Queens, Flushing Bay is just a skipping stone from a U.S. Postal Service processing center, several bottling plants, and the New York Times printing plant. It's perfect. Riley slows his truck to a crawl as he searches the waterfront for access. Finally, he pulls over and we unload his handmade plywood canoe. After a couple aborted attemptsone because of a fence, the other because we get caughtwe put in at a sleeping yacht club just as the sun begins to break through the clouds.
"It only leaks a little," says Riley with a grin as water sloshes around our knees. We dip our paddles into the cold gray water and set out.
Riley began making his own boats after visiting the island of Bequia (just south of St. Vincent, in the Grenadines), which he says is one of the only places in the world where indigenous people still hunt whales with hand-thrown harpoons, from handmade sailboats. After being invited to participate in Bequia's annual regatta, he began making boats at home, a venture which led him to fellow boat builder, frequent partner in crime, full-time girlfriend, and fellow Rhode Island School of Design alum Marie Lorenz.
"We have a lot of common interests," says Riley. "We hold the Nautical Waste parties at her place every year, and during my Clam Bake [held at the now burned- out abandoned twine factory in Greenpoint] she helped row over nearly 100 guests. We had to leave early because she cracked her face open, but it was a good night."