Now: Here: This
August, 2007
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Harold Wallin
Anchorage, Alaska & Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
monoprint with chine collage and
pasted paper
I don't know if it's a good thing or bad, but I don't know what's on my mind right now. I wish I could say it's because I'm in a non-verbal
visual reverie, but honestly that's not it. I think I'm just scattered these days from too much going on and too much on my mind, with no one
thing standing out from the other.
James Huckenpahler
Washington, D.C.
what we think
digital image
This week I'm re-reading Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow right now because it has some bearing on the work in my next show, and I want to reconsider the text - basically have my shit together. I've also been looking up various references in the books, and mostly coming up with academic papers [Pynchon is a whole cottage industry] - and I'm appalled at how strident the authors are in their assertions - as if they had some privileged perspective that answers EVERYTHING.
I'm uncomfortable attempting to interpret Pynchon because, given my wild imagination, in combination with my lack of actual knowledge of the world, I'm prone to mis-interpreting GR on a grand scale. OK, that said, I'm going to share a little bit from the privileged perspective my notebook:
GR is about finding meaning in noise [something that has conferred evolutionary fitness upon humans] and in particular the idea that most of the patterns we 'detect' are false positives - seeing things in clouds, etc. And the true pattern that we're looking for is God, or the Meaning of Life, or, The Answer - something that we will probably never find [at least as a culture, individuals however...]. Generally we're just finding reflections of our own fears and desires.
Karen Greene
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photographs
When I saw these I felt very challenged. Some of my photos record, others tease and challenge, but I do not think I ever have had the aggressiveness of these in something I have created. It is a change for me to want to include it. Is it my art if I record all these accumulated efforts of others which so altered the original? I
have not figured that out yet. Anyway I love recording street art and the spontaneous alteration of street art -- as though everyone is in on the process of creation.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photograph
"At such moments even a negligible creature, a dog, a rat, a beetle, a stunted apple tree, a cart track winding over a hill, a mossy stone, counts more for me than a night of bliss with the most beautiful, most devoted mistress. These dumb and in some cases inanimate creatures press toward me with such fullness, such presence of love, that there is nothing in range of my rapturous eye that does not have life. It is as if everything, everything that exists, everything I can recall, everything my confused thinking touches on, means something."
Hugo von Hofmannsthal
'Letter of Lord Chandos to Lord Bacon' (1902)
Ken Shung
New York City
Water Fountain
photograph
... shot in Brighton Beach. painting like it seems...this man drinking fills up his bottle from the public fountains.
Claire Adas
Lambertville, New Jersey
suspended
digital video
The most important thing is keeping my kids safe. At the playground, it's hard to look away from them for a whole minute while shooting this. Anything could happen in that time.
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
tra•che•auto•me
mixed media
tra•che•auto•me:
surgical incision of the trachea through the neck, as to make an artificial opening for breath.
What I Have Done:
I have lived in the shadow
Afraid of my light
Looking to you
To make me right
Arms at my side
Head to the ground
All that I could be
Tied and bound
Why in the world
Did I do such a thing
Cut my own throat
So I would not sing
You were my night
You were my day
It was your pain
I let keep me that way
Only a child not knowing enough
Took what she saw and spun a whole cloth
From the fragments of home and anger within
That living too much would be a god’s sin.
Old now and older
I pray to be bolder
And let go the boulder
That sits on my shoulder.
This rhyme is not even
The time out of tune
But who knows the rhythm
That makes the heart bloom?
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
The Dinner Table
mixed media
On My Mind: "Dinner was a reminder of starving,"
Although started years ago, I just finished this piece and the text that went with it: eliminating all but the above words and adding two lines.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
16s at 16:00
montage
I was thinking about improvisation again, and series, and fragmentary thinking weaving its way into "our stories." This montage consists primarily of images made every 16 steps starting at 16:00 GMT. The additions, from moments further "afoot" on the same walk seemed to tie up the improv nicely in a bow.
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