November 5, 2004
Welcome:Bienvenidos
This
exhibit is an "art spark" generated by a community of artists
living around the world. Every week, we meet at this virtual studio/gallery
to share work and
the most important thing on our minds.
Artists are invited to join Virtual:Comunidad.
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©2004 by artists named
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PP
New York City
Jesusland
Poor Jesus, he's really getting a bad rap. My animation doesn't really reflect my sadness, which I've been primarily feeling. The battle has been so consuming, I'm looking forward to the texture of my life returning.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Cheshire Candidate
"I can't believe that!" said Alice.
"Can't you?" the queen said in a pitying tone. "Try again, draw a long breath, and shut your eyes."
Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said. "One can't believe impossible things."
"I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Decision 2004 (Howl)
So many well-meaning, kind, sincere, good people are so threatened by us infidel, homosexual-tolerating, tree-hugging, baby killers. I have never been more proud to call myself a New Yorker.
"I can't go on. I must go on. I go
on."
-Samuel Beckett
Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Name That Tune
I am filled with hope for all the possibilites before us
in finding the
deepest truths to lead us out of the lies and deciet spread upon our land.
Everywhere millions and millions are gathering to turn hate and fear into
love, revealing the shadow for what it is: blocked light.
"Perhaps the time is now ripe when
the mystic can break the glass through which he sees all things darkly,
and the rationalist can break the glass through which he sees all things
clearly and both together can enter the kingdom of psychological reality."
-Norman O. Brown.
Peggy Braun
Lennox, Massachussetts
untitled
Well, it's clear from last week that MY prayers don't get answered. Maybe I'm dealing with the wrong dieties. So, I'm sticking with this guy for the next four years. I don't think he does prayers but he does inspire me to stick with "what is" from a deeper and wider place. For me, that seems to be what is needed right now
Renee Watabe
Verona, New Jersey
Angel Me
If I had wings, they might sprout from my shoulder blades.
I like to imagine that I can fly, and that I have magical powers to transcend things that frighten me. I am gently permitting myself to think about angels again. As a child, like many children, I imagined that I was surrounded by their protection in my scariest and saddest moments. If they do exist, perhaps they just want to have fun, too.
Imagination is a good thing.
Tatiana Ivanovna
New York City
boys sampler
what's with the planets,
did they put something in the water,
or what? i'm having fun regardless!
Wendy Newton
Washington Heights, New York City
soho new york, circa 2004
on my mind (a repetitive but ever widening loop): that it's so hard to give up even the little things we're attached to (morning coffee, cable tv, brownies); that in general we are not taught to be empathetic and end up hurting each other with endless little unkindnesses that we mentally justify without knowing it; that we don't know how to listen because we're always talking; it goes on... i realize more fully now than at the beginning of the week that because i share my ground (a plot of land, an educational system, a socio-economic reality) with the people who re-elected bush, my ground is deeply compromised and i'm torn about how to deal with it...instinct to run, but where?
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
At First Glance series: rusty fence
Expatriate, Inc.
If I worked for a corporation that started increasingly polluting the environment; shifted its strategy to begin producing military products without concern for whether my fellow workers were able to make a living with this strategy; began lying to its employees and made it corporate policy to spy on them; started imposing its brand everywhere by flooding the market or using hostile takeovers, and told me that God was directing the company...I would get a new job.
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