Now: Here: This October 7, 2005
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Pamela Flynn
Freehold, New Jersey
after the fall
Mixed media
Is the sky falling? Was Chicken Little right? Or is there a fox waiting?
PP
New York City
Shadow
photograph
Reading about the division with the planning of the World Trade memorial makes me feel overwhelmed. Clueless, I look within at my own division:
If you imagine someone who is brave enough to withdraw all his projections,
then you get an individual who is conscious of a pretty thick shadow.
Such a man has saddled himself with new problems and conflicts. He has
become a serious problem to himself, as he is now unable to say that they
do this or that, they are wrong, and they must be fought against. Such
a man knows that whatever is wrong in the world is in himself, and if
he only learns to deal with his own shadow he has done something real
for the world. He has succeeded in shouldering at least an infinitesimal
part of the gigantic, unsolved social problems of our day.
- Carl Jung "Psychology and Religion" (1938).
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Less Is More
digital image
On My Mind:
War Crimes
Negligent Homicide
Obstruction of Justice
Taxation Without Representation
Malice Aforethought
Misrepresentation
Obfuscation
Treason
Arrogance
Ignorance
Pride
Prejudice
Deception
Deceit
Denial: The Inability to acknowledge one's own failings, imperfections,
and vulnerability; scapegoating others to fend off self-knowledge: The
Root Of All Of The Above!
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
Patriotism versus Freedom
photograph
Bush Press Conference Analysis:
• We've got the top people working on it.
• We are taking care of it.
• Now, you're trying again; I'm not going to go there.
• She is the right person for the job.
• We are defeating the enemy.
• God bless you.
• That's all for now.
• (I do not want your opinion.)
• (We are going to do it our way.)
• (I have no valid reasons; I do not require them.)
• (Your concerns do not concern me.)
• (Would you like to be the enemy? - I'm starting to suspect your
allegiance.)
• (When you go to Hell you will see that we are right and you are
wrong.)
• (I humor you now, but you will soon be so powerless that I will
ignore you completely.)
Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled comic strip
pencil drawings
click here to read the strip
(This is a serial strip that continues from previous weeks)
Also...
exerpts from a letter of response to last week's exhibit
Dear Peter and Wendy,
When I read Peter's [offerings in NHT] ... I found myself not caring at all. I think I even wondered how or why Peter cared. I imagined him walking through that part of town, wishing there was yet another museum or exhibition space for him to walk through, instead of whatever else he was experiencing, and I wondered how or why he would think that that would be better than simply talking to people on the street...
I think my experience is much closer to Wendy's.
I find myself to be sick to death of the whole scene - where all these subjective and not at all like me extremely wealthy people are telling me who's expression is important, and who's (nearly eveyone else on the planet) thoughts, feelings and expressions are not important ...
I think the future of art, the next big thing in art, will be performance in intimate settings among close friends - and that these performances will go deeper and deeper, inviting ever wider cirles of diversity, until enveryone on the planet melds...
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
scanned beetle/photoshop collage
As a young child there was a time when my bug collection was my most
cherished possession.
When my mother purchased stockings she would let me have the boxes they
came in. Those shallow stocking boxes were perfect display cases for my
bug collection. They came with a built in cellophane window. I would line
a box with cotton and gingerly order my dead bugs in a grid pattern. Each
insect had a corresponding identifying label.
One day I brought my bug collection to my first grade class to share during
"show-and-tell." I walked to the front of the classroom where
my first grade teacher Miss Hill stood. She asked me what I had brought
to share today. I could not have been more proud as I handed her the stocking
boxes. It hadn't occurred to me that she might be squeamish about insects.
In slow motion my memory replays one of the traumas of my youth - Miss
Hill's horrified expression - the stocking boxes flying across the room
- abdomens, legs, wings, heads scattered about the floor.
Miss Hill was an anthropocentric specie-ist bigot.
Nick Holliday
Great Barrington, Massachusetts
fugitive dream of JCR
brush and ink, marker, colored pencil, and egg tempera on art reproduction
Once again, my mind is on loss. And all of this sad, cold rain.
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