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Karey Kessler
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

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Today, I am thinking about how virtual my life has really become. In the past two years I have lived in Philadelphia, DC and now WInston-Salem, North Carolina. Ironically, the way I stay connected to an art community is through the internet. My art deals with a sense of place and the sacredness of space. Where and what is the "space" of the internet?

Tatiana Ivanovna
New York City

thinking about how times have changed

Peace Train
by Cat Stevens

Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh peace train sounding louder
Glide on the peace train
Come on now peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller

Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too
Cause it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you

Now come and join the living, it's not so far from you
And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true

Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

PP
New York City

Thoroughly Not Modern Millie

I've been trying to be modern in my images for this project but it's not going so well. I tend to go vintage. I loved Peter's view captured on his cell phone and that photographed in the original location. But, this is all I see right now. This monkey I got at a garage sale in Sonoma County. It didn't make the trip to New York so well, but I can't throw it away. Where do i put it? Chimps were my favorite animal as a kid; I have lots of funny stories about them. So, retro/mod is most on my mind.  Has Mike Kelley combined the two? His photography series is interesting where he puts items on blankets, like stuffed animals, portable radios, dog bowls.  Whatever ... the monkey is  great, I'll probably have him for the next 30 years.

Jayme McLellan
Washington, D.C.

The Apes: 3 circles

i'm thinking about cat stevens and him getting deported from the u.s. because he is muslim. i'm thinking about the fact that i don't eat pork. i'm thinking about ending up on a watch list. i'm thinking about the artists of the country and how close we are to losing our freedom of expression. or at least our desire to freely express ourselves because we could be silenced, or jailed, or censored. i'm thinking about how real this situation is. it's not just bullshit talk. that expression that says "who will stand up for you when they come", or whatever, is too too true. who will stand up for you if you don't stand up for them Now. i'm thinking about living in d.c. and being so close to all of this, and surrounded by history. i'm thinking about my dead and humble ancestors buried in this here land. they all fought for it. i need to fight for it. i'm thinking about the motorcade of cop cars this morning, blocking connecticut avenue once again.

Sky Pape
Inwood, New York City

It's not easy being green

I haven't done a self portrait in a very, very long time. This happened inadvertently when I tried to document this grass which seemed to relate to my current drawings. With the populace distracted by war, hate and fearmonging, it's not hard to forget it's the natural world which is most threatened (by us) and the least protected. This could turn me into a hopeless misanthrope.

Renee Watabe
Verona, NJ

Shadow Play

My youngest boy took me by surprise tonight when he danced over to me under the hallway light and asked, "Why do we need our shadow?"
I never thought of it that way before, in terms of need.
It is like asking "Why do we need for the sky to be blue?"
I thought for a moment and then said, "I am not sure, but look what I can do,"
and I made a doggie shadow, and then an eagle, and he proceeded to position his hands in all different ways to see what he could make.
I grabbed the camera.
This one looks like he is praying and it struck me as lovely.
I am not sure why we "need" our shadows, but I am sure that we can play with them.

Becky Friend
Queens, New York City

Devata(divinity) Lady from Khmer

She offered a Lotus to the Buddha at Angkor Wat.

Peggy Braun
Lennox, Massachussetts

Women in Synch

[This piture] comes out the gratitude I have been feeling towards a very generous woman who helped me set up my current computer system.

Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City

Four

What's On My Mind: Four
My mother has been ill for the last few months, creating a subtle and sometimes not so subtle context for my life. It not only effects me today, but has brought up many childhood fears. I strongly believe that our unacknowledged self, deep and sometimes not so deep in our subconscious, rules most of our days. As much as I want to be master of my adult life, most of my attempts to do so often require me to "bring up baby" first. I resent this intrusion. I want to move forward. I have skills, ideas, purpose__ there's so much I want to do and yet, every step I take that doesn't pay attention to what hurts, becomes a lie, pulling me back. This is not a path I choose: writing nursery rhymes, playing with dolls. Yet, I have no choice, nothing else works.

Four:
mamma, pappa
family
sister Helen
also me____
this quartet
our family tree,
all the other
branches dead
I keep their numbers
in my head

on holidays mother would cry
but she could never tell us why
and father told us silly jokes
in hopes we'd laugh like other folks

each night I closed the windows tight
and left on the hallway light
checked each closet, locked each door
and prayed to god to keep us Four.

Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City

liquid turnpike

The most important thing on my mind right now is how much I value talking about art and process with my peers. I got to speak with my old bandmate Barney Charlon about how uninspired we are with music today and what we might work on in response. Got me thinking about creating in that medium again and ending this unexpected music sabbatical I've been in.

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