MAY 31, 2004
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New York City
Horizons
Last night a friend told me she usually finds horizons in her abstract paintings as does a friend of hers in her photographs. I thought, Of course, where have I been? They're everywhere, inner and outer, but it's nice to focus on them. The photo of my bed I took earlier today, before I put 2+2 together, not thinking of horizons, and as you can, see it = 1.
ho·ri·zon
noun (plural ho·ri·zons)
1. place where earth meets sky: the line in
the furthest distance where the land or sea seems to meet the sky.
Also called apparent horizon
2. astronomy circle on apparent sphere of sky: a
circle formed on the celestial sphere by a plane tangent to a point on
the earth’s surface.
Also called sensible horizon
3. astronomy circle on celestial sphere: a
circle formed on the celestial sphere by a plane through the center of
the earth and parallel to the tangent of a point on the earth’s
surface.
Also called celestial horizon
4. geography distinct layer of soil: a
layer of soil having characteristics that distinguish it from other layers
5. archaeology geological layer: a distinct
layer of rock or geological deposit within a stratum that can be dated,
for example, by its fossil content
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, NYC
One Is for Killing, One Is For Fun
I have had pieces of this piece standing around for years. The title
is a
fragment from a "tune" soldiers sang during the Vietnam War:
"This is my
penis, this is my gun, one is for killing, one is for fun..." I was
recently told me that it was not specific to Vietnam, but part of an army
drill to teach soldiers the importance of their rifle. I have over the
years collected many little maps printed in the New York Times that go
along with the stories on the various warring areas in the world. Many
little areas, many little maps...all the different places and all the
different ways we kill, maim, blame and hate each other. I keep trying
to paste them on the frame of this piece, inside, outside: an object lesson.
But it never seems to work, interfering visually from the simplicity of
who we are when we give voice to the worst in ourselves. I like the wood
against the metal. Maybe later, I may decide it needs the documentation.
Stephen Beveridge
Washington Heights, New York City
Stan
Every time I leave town I leave my dog and she's getting nervous. She's starting to act manic. / i met an artist yesterday, 90 years old still exhibiting, he met a friend at our exhibit who chaired a committee he belonged to. Artists Against the Atom Bomb My thinking has been that artists need to illuminate the good when things look bad. This guy was subpoenaed during the Mcarthy hearings but considered a mild risk being that visual art has a limited range compared to movies and theater. Do I need to say more with my art? i have opinions. I read in the Utne reader about street artists making political statements. I wonder how artists in NYC could react to the convention.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Nation Building
Today - sitting with my eleven year old daughter on the floor of the lobby of Loews movie theater. To kill time we played a game - What would you do if you could be invisible for a day? One of the things she came up with was that she would find Osama Bin Laden, and speaking as the voice of the God, command him to turn himself in. I wonder if that would work with George Bush?
My daughter just read the above paragraph and thinks it makes her sound cheesy. She would like people to know that what she actually said was that, since she wouldn't have it in her to strangle him, she would take on the voice of the Supreme Being and command Osama Bin Laden to turn himself in.
Renee Tamara Watabe
Verona, NJ
What a Woman Wants
Image Six: Have a Seat
To be alone, at times of my own choosing. To contemplate the dust motes suspended on the sunbeam. Gaze out the window ever so quietly. Let all the energy settle, just so. Let my eyes pussyfoot in and out of the shadows, and then into the light, and then back into the softness of shadow. To sit still in the soft burn of my self.
Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
back flip
Concepts and beliefs are like dead weights that must be cut free in order to envision far greater possibilities.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
self-portrait
In the past month, I feel defined by work, which is not my favorite mode. I feel a bit numb and probably the opposite of the high a workaholic gets. Luckily work comes in waves and so the trough must be ahead. Until then, I'll be spending a lot of time reflecting on/in this screen.
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