Now: 16:00 Greenwich Mean Time every Friday.
Here: A community of artists in Washington Heights / Inwood and the world meeting in this online gallery.
This: A piece of art created Now and sharing the most important thing on our minds.
Scroll down to view the exhibit below. Thank you for participating in and viewing Now: Here: This.--Peter Ferko, Project Director
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Now: Here: This is funded in part by the Puffin Foundation
Now:Here:This ends, Virtual:Comunidad begins...
This is the final exhibit of Now:Here:This.
(Do not submit any more work for Now:Here:This)
The archive of Now:Here:This will remain in Artists Unite's
Online Gallery.
A follow-on project, entitled Virtual:Comunidad will begin on May 1. Anyone interested in participating should look at the introduction and instructions by clicking here.
Now:
Here: This
April 2, 2004, 16:00 Greenwich Mean Time
Scott Plunkett, New York City
untitled
I like mystery in my work; in real life motivations are rarely clear. I thought my final Now/Hear/This project was going to be about that mystery, about layers of information, about how much mediation I impose on an audience. I was shooting some set-ups in my studio, and came up with a few images I'm going to pursue, but on Friday night I saw the movie "The Magdalene Sisters," and this week's project took a dark turn. The film is a fact-based drama about young Irish women who, having run afoul of the Catholic Church's draconian morality policies, were sent into virtual slavery in Convent run laundries. Some of the women, all powerless over their fate, working 12-16 hour days, six days a week, never got out of the these laundries. Entire lives were lost. It's all I can think about. The unmovable social forces, the silence, the holding of secrets to maintain some sort of honor; it's poisonous. I was reminded of my own familial dysfunction growing up, and to a lesser extent, my parochial school experiences. The only nuns I remember at all, let alone fondly are from television, but I remember the secular teachers. I also thought my own interest in veils and mystery stems out of some of the rootlessness, silence and secrets in my family history. So much cruelty in the world can be directly traced to this sort of fundamentalist fervor. My wish would be more compassion, less ego.
Piero Ribelli, New York City
INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST
James Huckenpahler, Washington, D.C.
untitled
Living the slow life in the long now
Rosa Naparstek, Washington Heights, New York City
Twisted
What's On My Mind: Cleaning up my room before 11:00 AM
This piece began with a twisted coat hangar that I was about to throw
away, but having difficulty discarding anything, I put it on the empty
nail above my
night stand. Liking the effect, I did more, although it was harder to
get an
interesting shape intentionally. As a photograph it was dull and without
any
sense of movement. I played with it for hours till I finally got a version
I liked.
Wendy Newton, Washington Heights, New York City
Listening to the Landscape
On my mind: Endings. Completion. How much I’ve enjoyed doing this project. How much I’ll enjoy doing the next one. Noticing how subtle the dance of making human connections is. Realizing how much I listen, but how little of what I hear makes sense in the moment. Cultivating patience.
Tim Folzenlogen, Washington Heights, New York City
Me and You
If you read all of my essays, with wonder, you will have a mind-blowing
experience, that will be about a billion times more mind-blowing than
anything you have thus far experienced.
Life will become a magical adventure with no limitations.
After you read my essays, you will feel really, really good about yourself.
www.timfolzenlogen.com
Doors Opening and Closing
Doors closing are not so easy. Ugh, little deaths preparing for the big one. A personal ending is in synch with Now:Here:This. Almost Easter, time to get off the cross. Allowing emptiness, what will Spring forth?
Peter Ferko, Washington Heights, New York City
'Does Bliss Show?' Portraits: Epilogue
The bliss of a job done.
How many seconds does that last, before the anxiety enters over what's
next? No matter; the bliss is still there if I give myself a moment to
experience it.
And I do feel it: it's the sense of awe at the talent and thoughtfulness
the Now:Here:This artists have shared with me, each other, and
the community that's come together via the internet. It's the gratefulness
for not falling flat on my face in trying to pick up this idea from James
Huckenpahler's Five Things project and adapting it in this way.
It's knowing I have had some role in setting up conditions in which artists
feel good about making art and giving us a venue where there wasn't one
before. And most of all, being part of this community, real, virtual,
or otherwise.
Thank you to Artists Unite for hosting this project and to everyone who took part in this community for these three months. And now the anxiety-and fun- can begin over Virtual: Comunidad...
This Week's Guest Artists
Karey Kessler, Washington, D.C.
Dimension of the Real
The most important thing on my mind right now is whether
or not my bread is going to rise in the oven.
Renee Tamara Watabe, Verona, New Jersey
I need you, glazed ceramic, 6.5" H
Going back to something Peter wrote about motivations for
creativity.
Today I tried to mentally distill my own, as I say goodbye to this project.
Read something by Georgia O’Keefe the other day,
Something about how the soul goes on an adventure into the unknown, experiences
something terribly significant, and then seeks and strives to make this
known, manifest, alive, in the form of shapes, colors, forms and textures,
this thing that cannot be expressed in any other way.
Borrowing a bit from her, I would say that for me it’s
The desire to make the unknown, known, coupled with
the quest for union with the other.
Thinking about how this exchange has satisfied a deep need in me
and left me wanting still more.
What a thrill it has been.
Every participant in this project has changed my life.
Thank you.
Anthony Gonzalez, Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
As a child at Easter Mass I was always required to eat Jesus in the
form of a small round wafer of bread. The priest would place it on my
tongue and say the words “Corpus Christi,” and I would respond
with
“Amen.” On that same day each year the Easter Bunny offered
himself up
as well, in the form of a chocolate bunny, which I always ate from the
ears down. Amen.
Claire Adas
spring, video still
In a bad mood on a grey day, the most important thing is spring.
Comments on Last Week's Now:Here:This
From Tim Folzenlogen
Everyone here is an artist.
Being an artist, everyone here has grown up with images in their heads of great or successful artists of the present or past.
Movies you play in your head of what it is like – what it would be like if you were one of those people.
This forum is the most historical of them all – and you are here.
I am honored to have shared this space with you.
Thank you.
Thank you, artists, commenters and viewers, for participating in Now: Here: This. -Peter Ferko
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