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Karien Vandekerkhove
Flanders, Belgium
there_is_4
photograph
... nothing that is not there and the nothing that is ... "
( from " the snow man" , wallace stevens - 1921
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New York City
An Individual? No and Yes
collage
While making a Mother's Day card I was thinking of the women in my lineage,
all the mother/daughter relationships. Of all the potatoes and baked beans
that were shared, going way back in Ireland and to the kitchens of the
countries that invaded. Thinking of them as support. My maternal grandmother's
mother died giving her birth. Neither I, or my sisters, have daughters;
though two of my brothers do.
I'm also loving this quote ...
"I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line
of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor
my actions. Beside the perfection of Turgenev, I put the perfection
of Dostoevski (is there anything more perfect than The Ethernal Husband?).
Here, then, in one and the same medium, we have two kinds of perfection.
But in van Gogh's letters there is a perfection beyond either of these.
It is the triumph of individual over art."
– Henry Miller, The Tropic of Cancer p. 31
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Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Home
digital drawing
there was
no color
to color
the rain
only
remembered
the color
of pain
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Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
At First Glance (under the desk)
scanned negative
My life has become Dickinsonian:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age
of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was
the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter
of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us...
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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Nick Holliday
Great Barrington, Massachussetts
untitled
collage
The little shape on the end of the black spiral here is a doodle which
I found in a discarded scrapbook several years ago. I am happy to have
finally found a home for the thing; it had always seemed so forlorn. The
background came from a set of encyclopedias which I inherited from a gentleman
I had worked with. One of his peers, a woman I had trained with, died
more recently, and her funeral was on 5/11, the day before the art spark.
This is why I keep harping on the theme of loss. Most of what I make seems
somehow inspired by that.
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Claire Adas
Lambertville, New Jersey
untitled
digital video
Time passing again. I wonder if it passes differently for Steenbeck.
So much of her time is spent watching and waiting. Some times I feel like
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Maggie Hernandez
Washington Heights, New York City
Rodeo Roundup
48x24” Diptych (24x18” ea.) acrylic on wood
How wonderful it is to be truly in the moment and allowing myself to
play like a child; where brushes take flight without a single thought.
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Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City
night highway
digital photograph
Living in the city without a car makes being in one a fairly
rare experience. Going somewhere usually gets me excited about what I
see, and
even the mundane things that pass by on the way to wherever "there"
is seem fresh, interesting, fuel for ideas. It reminds me of the well-worn
adage, "It's not where you're going, it's how you get there,"
and that the journey
is arguably more important than the destination.
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Vikki Michalios
Jersey City, New Jersey
untitled
oil on panel
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Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
Scotch tape collage and Photoshop
I have been showing my older brother (the California Highway Patrol Officer
and chaplain) and his wife around the city, which they are visiting for
the first time. Playing tour guide has been a welcome break from my routine.
Although we sort of keep in touch by phone, we hadn't actually seen each
other since our father died in September 2001 - just a few weeks after
9-11. "Stuff" comes burbling up. We have visited Ground Zero
and the usual points of interest, plus some "not in any tour brochure"
sites - and have talked about a lot of "stuff."
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