Now: Here: This July 01, 2005
a portrait of me/you/two/...

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Joel Adas
Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Close Up of My Left Hand
pencil drawing

Thinking about self portraits, what they mean to me. Drawing directly from what's closest at hand. A fragment of my life and is this interesting to others? And what's the difference between a thumbnail sketch and a snapshot?

Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City

Sisters in Fort Tryon Park
collage

Time: Time is on my mind, never having enough of it and too much of everything else rushing, hurried, harried beyond myself to make this that and everything else art love play work before the deadline flatline be here gone.

Time Is Of The Essence: going to the heart core center of who I am and want to be alive in essence unafraid to feel the space in time that makes me real and unalone knowing that we each hold up our end of the sky. Time Is Of The Essence: shape shifter stretching seconds open to the world I want to save undone saving me.

Ninth grade Latin pumps in "America est Patria Mia, America est Patria Tua" along side "Tempis Fugit, Tempis Fugit." I resist, slow down, after all like a rolling stone Time Is On My Side Yes It Is Yes It Is, and take a walk in the park with my sister.

Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey

Thinking about My Mother
drawing

Sometimes I think that I am living with God, but just don’t pay attention, and then in a sudden flash of insight, my eyes clearly see the bright brilliant light of reality: that love resides even in what we think are our darkest corners.
Recently I had an argument , a tense conversation with my mother over the telephone. My daughter was in the next room, heard the tension in my voice and crept over to me. I put the phone down with a loud click. She could tell I was more than a little annoyed.
“Sometimes you don’t like Grandma, do you, Mom? “: she asked.
I told her that when I was a little girl, Grandma was sick a lot, and I have some difficult memories.
“But I do love her. She knows that.”
“ Having Grandma as your mom made you the person you are today, “ my little Buddha counseled. “And I wouldn’t change a thing about you! You’re the perfect Mom for me.”
She gave me a hug and flounced out of the room.

Theresa Murphy
Paris, France

blue hands
digital composition

- i'm thinking how hard it is
to try and gently pull the inside out
to enter that place where self was closed away in the overwhelming story
to hold the evidence xrayed by these present moments up before the light...
painful the indelible shadows of all that was survival
that left so mute breath and voice.
now there are these blue hands looking for conversion -

Vikki Michalios
Jersey City, New Jersey

Nik
photography and Photoshop

Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City

James "Diabolical" Huckenpahler
contact C-print

The most important thing on my mind is how confusing it all is. It always seems to require more, better, smarter. Or does it? I spent the whole week talking with artists who are brilliant but still are humbled in the face of process, practicality, or self-promotion; I have yoga students telling me how much they get from my class just as I'm thinking I shouldn't be spending time teaching yoga. And don't even start me talking about teens...

April Sauerwine
Washington D.C.

Martin
Photograph

There is so much beauty out there to be seen. It costs nothing but the time it takes to actually look. It's the little things like the curve of a building, two colors put together that are lovely or in this case the dreamy warm night light and how a moving object can look in it, all slow and sensual. I am riding across the Williamsburg Bridge with my dear friend who is very much on my mind right now so this image is particularly special and lovely to me.

Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City

Eggs on the run: 'Cuz they had dreams too big for the fryin' pan.
Photoshop collage

"The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity; And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth." Matthew 13: 41,42

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