August 13, 2004
Welcome:Bienvenidos
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New York City
3rd Generation Art
Delighted to be in the same paragraph as Gabriel Orozco and seen by James. Some more dreaminess: the sun seems to be reflected on James' entry and streaming in the window, but there's a disconnect that affects my breathing.
Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
light
Sometimes I am surrounded by darkness.
It’s so hard to feel hopeful at such times.
There is so much pressure and stress.
But the light never goes out.
It seems to have no place to go
(though I often wish that it did).
The darkness only seems to make it more pronounced.
Like how pressure and stress, turn coal into diamonds.
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Red Purse With Legs
On My Mind:
When I was a little girl, I found a black shiny patent leather purse in
the forest surrounding the clearing we called our home and community.
I recognized it as, or thought I recognized it as belonging to the girl
from the richest family among us. I was very excited and took it home.
It had a gold painted little clasp, and short flat handle. I waited to
look inside, postponing the pleasure of discovery. I opened it in our
building's collective kitchen, which was a cement floor with running cold
water. There were packages labeled with different family names, blocks
of butter, cheese and other items. I bent down to wash off some dirt and
opened it, letting out a stream of what I only now know to call roaches.
My previous adventures with "found objects" were
equally calamitous then.
The balloon I joyously found and showed to my mother was hurriedly pulled
from my hand and my mouth washed out. That too, I only found out later,
was not what I thought it was.
Now, decades later, I'm still finding things that are not
what they seem
to be, and more.
Tatiana Ivanovna
New York City
FORBIDDEN RED!!
Wenn dummheit weh tuen wurde, wurde er den ganzen Tag schriehen.
If stupidity would hurt, he would be screaming all day.
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Ex-boyfriends...don't get me started.....
Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey
Flipside
I have been thinking about how strongly one's perspective informs one's
belief about reality. And how attached one can be to one's fixed and individual
position. Like viewing a piece of sculpture from only one side, refusing
to stroll around it. These thoughts have been making me feel more than
a little bit sad. Standing in one spot like that, I feel both judgemental
and judged. Movement seems more healthy.
(photo taken at Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ. See www.groundsforsculpture.org)
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
self portrait as my work
The most important thing on my mind right now is better integrating work and life, which has gotten way out of whack. I need to be finding out which work I'm supposed to focus on; which is better left undone. Each time this question seems answered, the question comes up again in a new form. Kind of like my self portrait project.
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