Now: Here: This March 17, 2006
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Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
self-portrait #125
charcoal and eraser
Thinking About Wonder
It’s what small children naturally do, before being indoctrinated
by well-meaning adults with their concepts and beliefs. No lines. No dividing
walls. Simply consider what shows up, for being what it is. The other
always appears as a natural extension of the self.
Just as all the colors of any given landscape are in harmony under any
lighting situation - everyone is already perfect, respective to time and
place. They just need to be engaged with natural, honest and sincere,
thoughts and questions.
Suppress wonder, and cynicism rises – the marginalizing, the labeling,
the cutting-off of those who think differently. This is why everything
keeps breaking down.
It’s like the world is one huge machine, and we all play a critical
role. Some people are huge gears - others, the tiniest of screws. Remove
that screw, and even the big gears start to malfunction.
We need each other, to make it right.
There is no right, short of everybody, equally.
Stephen Beveridge
Hemet, California
God is
drawing
a multitude of worries struck down by a simple question
anaximander
Berlin
create a piece and find its place
digital print/ frame/ foto
what is the most important thing on my mind right now?
sweet memories. remembering that day. walking the streets. finding things.
let them finding their places in your space, your life, your will. hand
in hand. skin on skin. creation max•x.
and my special thank to matthias eule, artistfriend from kassel, for his
"taschenlampe".
Jacie Lee Almira
Falls Church, Virginia
untitled
photocollage
One egg. Two eggs.
She flew away when I walked by
She left her egg there in the nest
She watched me from a nearby tree
She eventually returned
I scare her later that same day
I see two eggs in her nest
I hear her cries from the nearby tree
I go inside hoping she'll return
PP
New York City
Urban Jungle
still life photograph and collage
To my surprise I've developed a love for scripty, decorative, scrolly elements. A couple months ago a friend pointed that out in my work and I felt defensive. Now I'm curious and go with the frilly flow. I don't identify with it, but do appreciate the beauty. I like walking around the home section of Anthropologie to see the china the Queen might serve if she were on a budget.
Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City
Bear Witness
digital photograph
Shapes and shadows, and the mysterious space through which they interact.
Sometimes the ol' muse can be a real bear.
But then again, sometimes bears dance.
Vikki Michalios
Jersey City, New Jersey
untitled
oil on panel, 6"x 6"
What is on my mind: Travel to Moscow and Italy
Pamela Flynn
Freehold, New Jersey
an inevitable conclusion #1
colored pencil with digital image
Should not hindsight empower foresight?
Harold Wallin,
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photograph
"I've been thinking a lot about the articles in Issues by the author Marin Gazzaniga. She writes about endurance and the forming of endurance groups of artists who are supportively interested in each other's success/ fulfillment. She's right, we all need a posse. This art life is surprisingly difficult for something that's thought to be fun. And it doesn't help that this society is always working to undercut us, and trying our resolve every way it can. I also recall what Bach said, "I was obliged to work hard; whoever is equally industrious will succeed just as well." These thoughts of endurance and hard work have been in my mind as I've been making my art. They make it a bit easier."
Lilia Levin
Washington Heights, New York City
For Selene -- Pieces
mixed-media collage
That morning I was remembering someone very dear to me, and the very moment of loss, in the ICU, with shimmering monitors, with Mozart sonatas playing, the walkman on the pillow. Friday March 17 was an anniversary that has to do with her life, not her death. Pieces of that life will hopefully make their way into eternity.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Chance Encounter
ink drawing and Photoshop collage
...Children go to school. The other day a mortar shell flew over a swing set and the children kept on swinging, even as a cloud of dust rose behind them.
I recently met a Sunni man who used to be virulently anti-American. He showed me postmortem pictures of his younger brother, who had been kidnapped by death squads and had holes drilled in his face.
"Even the Americans wouldn't do this," he said.
from a New York Times article titled "Redirecting The Bullets and Bombs in Baghdad" by Jeffrey Gettleman
Nick Holliday
Great Barrington, Massachusetts
untitled
brush and ink
This one is about estrangement between brothers. [I made it while half-watching another romantic comedy about a sassy gal in a coma.]
Miriam Leuchter
New York City
Bon Jour!
digital photo
I've been watching a lot of bad reality TV. Okay, I admit it, "Celebreality," as VH1 calls it. I'm simultaneously fascinated and disgusted by the whole genre of not-very-famous people behaving extraordinarily badly under the glare of video. So when I saw this tarted-up glamour girl living in a suitcase out in the trash, I felt obliged to give her the full paparazzi treatment.
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Maybe Not Afraid Of Color Anymore
digital painting
I have run out of space to work,
and no longer have where to store
the things that ask to be brought home.
Bags stack upon bags, boxes wait to be sorted
and I hemmed in by my own imagination,
crave to break free the fear of paint
because I have so much respect for it.
"Why don't you use color in your work, your
home?" I dream in taupe and celadon plateaus,
calm and calming: a certain kind of emptiness
to float the emptiness. But, I must confess
I long for yellow, purple, blue green to
move away the golden mean. I have been
too measured in my ways and now choose
to give in to every color childish whim.
Theresa Murphy
Paris, France
Venezia
digital image
labyrinth of canals,
Venezia of inner water ways,
geometry of the invisible...
gondola, vehicle, red heart
weaving toward its center.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
digital photogram
I'm pulling together slides to show my work, and I have run into my typical dilemma of how much variety is too much. While I know from a marketing perspective that almost any is too much, and from an editorial perspective too much is too much, as an artist who works in multiple media and in lots of ways at once, I find the constriction annoying at best. I guess really it's a matter of always being excited about what's new and less excited about limiting my identity--especially by what's not new.
This piece is a new exploration into the production of the photogram in the digital darkroom.
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