Now: Here: This July 29, 2005
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Anthony Gozalez
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
pen and ink Photoshop collage
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
from Preludes by T. S. Eliot
Karien Vandekerkhove
Gent, Flanders, Belgium
against interpretation
photograph
... from his hunting trip odysseus received a recognisable scar. he realised that if anyone would recognise his old scar ...
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Sather Tower Campanile
(View from Pauley Ballroom
Martin Luther King Student Center
Berkeley University Campus
Berkeley, California
Spiritual Activism Conference
July, 2005)
photograph
On My Mind:
It's Possible. It's all possible.
108 speakers 1,300 attendees
Catholics, Priests, Buddhists, Monks, Ministers, Protestants, Baptists,
Lutherans, Methodists, Muslims, Jews, Rabbis, Scientists, Economists,
Environmentalists, Arabs,Australians, Palestinians, Italians, the English,
Americans, Californians, New Yorkers
representing the most advanced and progressive spiritual and political
thought.
4 days of hope, love, light
(www.tikkun.org)
Joel Adas
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Window at the Aldrich I
colored pencil
I have a postcard of the only Van Gogh painting in Arles. It is a bolt of light and color and I look at it every day. I want my paintings and drawings to be that full of life.
Nick Holliday
Great Barrington, Massachussetts
barcarolle
watercolor pencil on paper
This piece is based on a drawing I made on hearing a hauntingly beautiful Tom Waits song for the first time. [Some claim that after Jackson Pollack's death, all of Lee Krasner's work was derived from a painting he had made called "Easter and Totem." I believe you could mine some of Tom Waits' songs for most of a lifetime, as well.]
Harold Wallin
Anchorage, Alaska & Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photograph
Whether photograph or drawing, I seem always attracted to similar shapes, although slowly with time they do change, sometimes becoming more layered in detail, at other times more simplified, but always slowly. I've been bothered by how slow this process of change is for me and the fleetness of time. I'm reminded then of the value of patience, which is a form of endurance.
Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey
Dream One
photograph
"Dream # 1"
This photo suggests a dream-like reality to me, with the person
stepping through a partly dark and partly illuminated realm. Dreams have
their own logic and can reveal truth while seeming to veil it. I would
like to offer a theme proposal of exploring our dreams in words and images.
She could hear the eerie wails and sobbing wafting down the hall
from her sister’s room.
“I never knew a person could be so sad, “ she thought to herself.
She couldn’t completely drown out the noise, but there were other
things she could do.
Every night, she went to bed at the appointed time, always on the dot.
She kissed Mom and Dad on the cheek in her evening ritual.
Then she went into her meticulously kept room and shut the door firmly,
like a period at the end of the sentence.
The first line of defense was that shut door.
Quickly she walked to the bed in light frightened steps and jumped in
being careful not to let the edges of her feet drag too close to the dark
underneath spaces below.
Not a single part of her body would be left open or vulnerable, she made
certain of this. Her back was pressed to the mattress, and the sheet pulled
up to her chin, her arms tucked carefully under. Only room for breathing
was permitted.
This way, she reasoned, if her sister came bursting in during her sleep,
she would be ready. No one could sneak up on her unaware.
She had heard her sister saying that she wanted to die; that she wanted
to kill herself.
Any person willing to kill herself might be capable of taking me along,
she figured.
Sleep was fitful and scattered with vivid dreams. The worst one was of
a blind boy riding a blind horse. They were both white, like ghosts. The
boy would ride up to her, climb down from the horse and sit on her, pinning
her down and tickling her mercilessly. She always woke up gasping for
air from this dream.
Miriam Leuchter
New York City
Topography 3
diptych
I would not have made this without Nick Holliday, who suggested that I try putting versions of these two pieces together into a diptych. When I sent him the finished work, he wrote, "[t]he juxtaposition brought out something ... which wasn't so sharply present in either piece individually." You could say the same of friendship.
Karen Greene
Washington Heights, New York City
cristo hosta
photograph
-you know-- me and my shadows. My meditative early morning walks in the park.
PP
New York City
Transparency at MoMA
digital collage
Once upon a time, I thought having boundaries would protect me, but alas, no. Lately, I'm entertaining myself with NetFlix and researching vintage plastic dollhouse furniture.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
For Gursky (left)
scanned negative and Photoshop perspective filter
For Friedlander (right)
digital photograph
On my mind right now: hovering in that space where what was exciting is now familiar, wondering if it's not interesting any more or if it's just as interesting as it was in the first place...
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