Now: Here: This June 17, 2005
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Karen Greene
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photograph
Law and Order was filming in and around my building and I wanted to get some shots of the folks who keep me up at night. I passed one of the windows in the hallway on the way down, and was just astonished at the quality of the light-- and had to capture the sun at the expense of the stars.
Karien Vandekerkhove
Gent, Flanders, Belgium
travelling
digital image
Realizing it was after 16:00 pm and not having the digital camera yet
> in stead : taking a 18:23 pm screenshot of the 'time being' project
> detail (though) > but a piece of ' smallness ' which makes
me compose the word
T R A V E L L I N G.....
Harold Wallin
Anchorage, Alaska & Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
ink drawing ( 22"x 22" )
I've been working in a new studio this past month. It's difficult. Everything is strange. Old work habits don't seem to work here. Everything seems to be brought into question. This sense has gone down to my foundations. I'm even asking if it's important to make this work, any work. I thought I'd dealt with that one already, once and for all. So for the last few days I've been thinking about reasons and meaning, where do they come from, and the search for them.
Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
Do or Die
drawing
I feel like Frodo.
Hard just keeps getting harder, yet I have nowhere else to go, nothing
else to do, but to keep trying.
I know what I have to do. I know I'm the guy to do it. I'm absoliutely
sure that I will accomplish it - but I'm not really sure how to pull
it off.
I'm staring at what looks like certain death - yet I feel so serene.
It's a very interesting experience.
I'm happy to be here.
Joel Adas
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Top of Building with One Grey Cloud
pencil drawing
As I drew this I was upset and angry, it was a way to calm myself down. Clouds can be both ominous and uplifting, they are good metaphors that way. I like the way that one's mood can be reflected in the sky or water.
Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City
Palimpsest
Collage
On my mind: Filling in the blanks.
"is it lasting?"
and in asking
the sphere becomes a line
a dotted line
and to follow it
you must make a jump each time"
~Jane Siberry, from "The Speckless Sky" [thanks, Pat]
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
cloud 9
installation
Getting to the airport on time
Going to Detroit to celebrate Grace Lee Boggs' 90 Birthday and a day of
Community Building.
Grace is a philospher, activist, community organizer, author and still
out
there organizing. I had the good fortune of being able to learn from and
work
her during my life in Detroit.
as for this piece...
once again not what I wanted to submit...
however, last firday at 11:00 AM I was furiously trying to get ready for
the uptown arts stroll and dismantled a piece to make room for visitors.
this
is a segment of it.
and now furiously off to the airport.
yes, i know, furious-ly anything is not a way to live.
however, it kinda feels like excitement now.
Stephen Beveridge
Washington Heights, New York City and Hemet, California
Judith
digital image
I'm really enjoying doing these soul portraits. I make myself meditate/contemplate the subject and thats a rewarding endeavor. I think of them more as personal mandalas now and that helps me past the whole spiritual arrogance angle. i tend to spiritualize things less now than in the past. it's funny how embarrassing last weeks behavior can be. Like clothing styles my beliefs can look silly in hindsight. I'm trying to keep quite about stuff and realize I know very little and that little will probably change so i better not get too attached to it.
Group responding to a suggestion by
Renee Watabe, Verona, New Jersey
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Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey
untitled
drawing
On Sunday, July 3rd, you can find my essay about marriage printed in
the Modern Love column of the Sunday Styles section in the NY Times. What
has been on my mind is appreciation for the Editor who worked with me
on this endeavor. I attempted to express this below:
Love letter to my Editor.
For years I have been writing in my journal, on discarded envelopes and
scraps of receipts from the grocery store. On a whim, I rifled through
my journals, my scraps and pulled out a tasty specimen. I dusted and polished
it a bit, then sent it off in an email with a kiss and a prayer to my
new favorite column in the NY Times and left it at that.
A week later, I heard from HIM. My life changed with the click of a mouse.
In the blink of the “You’ve Got Mail “ signal that was
flashing upon my computer screen.
“I will be your editor, if you’ll have me.“
My Editor.
Hell, I didn’t know what to do with him, but he was mine.
Thankfully, he knew just what to do with me.
Yes, I was afraid; I had never been edited before.
Not seriously, anyway.
But God, could this man edit.
The entire process was a real cerebral turn on. It was like playing a
game of chess with a worthy opponent. It was like being an athlete with
a coach who knew your muscles better than you knew them yourself, it was
like - okay, okay, I will say it: It was like being …
in love.
The drafts and revisions were flying fast and furious through my computer.
I would check my email first thing in the morning, after I got to work,
and last thing before going to bed at night, …just in case. One
day, when I didn’t hear from him, my mind wandered.
“Are you feeling okay, honey? “ my boyfriend looked at me
concerned.
“I’m just a little tired, dear, “ I replied absently,
as I patted his hand, and sighed.
“Would you like me to rub your shoulders? Maybe you’re just
tense” His eyes twinkled.
“No thanks, don’t bother, sweetie, let’s just go to
sleep.”
Oh, My Editor, you will always be my first.
Lilia Levin
Washington Heights, New York City
barbed wire
Mixed media (photography, digital, acrylic painting) on cardboard,
8.5"x5.5"
On Friday, walking around NYC, I thought again of how much I hate barbed wire -- and how much of it there is in this city. Away with it! Away with the inevitable plastic bags caught in the spikes -- white or black, frayed, ripped, rotten bags. Barbed wire is the opposite of an exposed trembling human nerve. There is no disguising barbed wire -- down with it completely, in this day and age, in this place! How can we raise children here with so much barbed wire?
Collaboration:
Sky Pape, Inwood, New York City
Peter Ferko, Washington Heights, New York City
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Sky and I were putting up an exhibiton of Now:Here:This for the 2005 Uptown Art Stroll at the designated "art spark" time, so we made use of the blackboard in the room and my Poloraid I-zone to create an installation for this week's exhibit (as well as an extra for the Arts Stroll site).
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