Now: Here: This
December 28, 2007 & January 5

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Claire Adas
Washington Heights, New Jersey

Isaac on the Bridge at Noon
digital video

What We Saw from the Bridge
digital video

The most important thing on my mind right now is getting my family through winter--that animal instinct seems to be kicking in again--I feel anxious when it's cold and when it gets dark early. Days like these last few, days of sunshine and warmth, are so welcome.

Stephen Beveridge
Washington Heights, New York City

Please Hold
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Nothing on my mind is of any more importance than any other thing. Sometimes I notice a thought and assign it a higher degree of interest than the previous thought. As time seems to roll on the thought which seemed so important will either be forgotten or receive a new value. For the sake of this exercise the most important thing on my mind is the nature and durability of thought itself.

James Huckenpahler
Washington, D.C.

untitled
digital image

how do you survive the ones you love?

Harold Wallin
Washington Heights, New York City

untitled
photograph

Walking around New York and saw this in the window of the ICP. Don't tell me this isn't a great photo. Then again, "Ceci n'est pas une
pipe" (This is not a pipe) may better apply. Nevertheless, I'm having fun with a mission, walking around and looking.

Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City

self portrait at the computer
video constructed from iSight stills

The most important thing on my mind right now is playing with a new medium. My colleague and I both have i-macs with video capability in ichat. I was so taken with the appearance of us against the orange wall at work, I decided to make a portrait using the camera. The video was a nice added dimension.

Isabela Oldak
Poznan, Poland

untitled (For Sale project)
Acrylic on canvas, size 30 x 30 cm

On paper Christmas is that time, when people have to be happy, but it is just a theory.
On the end of the year most of people are sad, it is the time of reckonings, windups and resolves.
Even when I'm painting, i can't dispose of those thoughts, they are billowing in my head.
I'm thinkin about my whole year, and im not content, i dont know what should i do, to be happy? Yes happy.
Is something like real happiness exist?
From definition Happiness is an emotion in which one experiences feelings ranging from contentment and
satisfaction to bliss and intense joy.
Clear is that is not perennial state, but last longer than glee .
For majority it is sense of life, so they trend to get it.
But what if your happiness will give someone sadness, what then?
So real happiness, as good, is not absolutely positive? Is it just an abstract idea?
Maybe when im painting abstract art im closer to the truth?

Karen Greene
Washington Heights, New York City

untitled
photographs

I have been trying to be more courageous in the new year-- and more
focuses-- that is-- doing things I have always wanted to do to,
experience-- and of course photograph. Of course this year I have
already missed the elelphants coming through the tunnel to Madison Square
Garden. The GW is one of my favorite subjects-- and this year I was
determined to get the new lighting on a clear [read necessarily cold]
night from the upper reaches of the bus terminal-- and I even got it
handheld in the wind while dodging buses and PA officers. Another
personal Everest climbed.

 

 

Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City

Bennett Park Pigeon
photograph (retouched)

July 2000: it's the summer of my daughter Phoebe's seventh year. We are in the Bennett Park playground with our brand new puppy, Lizzie, on a short leash when Phoebe's forearm receives a splat of pigeon shit that falls from the sky. As she tries to resist the urge to retch I desperately attempt to focus her attention elsewhere while searching my pockets for tissues. By the time I find something with which to wipe her arm it is too late. She throws up her lunch. As I mop her arm clean and smooth my daughter's feathers, Lizzie, with great alacrity, laps up the vomit from the asphalt. This induces Phoebe to throw up again.

Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City

untitled (detail of drawing in progress)
ink and cut paper

This time of year, I hunker down to do some serious self-evaluation, review the results of last year’s planning, and map out goals for the future. To avoid the bad mood that would accompany any examination of what I did not manage to accomplish, I decided to take a different route and look at the achievements that felt good.
Thoughts for the New Year:
I want to keep my mind and awareness fresh by trying new things.
I want to keep my creativity growing by showing up and doing.
Knowing I have nothing to prove, I want to be bold and open, extend myself to others, and be as generous of spirit as possible.

I found a quotation about friendship I liked, “Friendships offer good practice in accepting the transience of experience and the persistence of feeling.” –Stephanie Mills

Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City

untitled (detail of drawing in progress)
colored pencils on paper

Randomly:
1) I was thinking today of altered states of perception—of what I know the movement of clouds can look like when I’m in a certain state of mind, for example, and all the other things that there but shut out beyond awareness for the necessity of being able to function. Sensory gating.

2) Twyla Tharp on distractions & multitasking while working creatively: “I know there are artists who like music in the background when they work; they use the music to block out everything else. They’re not listening to it; it’s there as a form of companionship…Music in the background nibbles away at your awareness. It’s comforting perhaps, but who said tapping into your awareness was supposed to be comfortable? And who knows how much of your brainpower and intuition the Muzak is draining? When I listen to music, I don’t multitask; I simply listen…I certainly wouldn’t approve if someone read a book while my dancers were performing.” I often listen to music when I work, and decided to try a moratorium. It seems she may be right.

 

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