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Rosa Naparstek
Washington Heights, New York City
Metropolis
mixed media
I have spent a year playing chess on this circuit board, moving little
pieces back and forth, frontwards and backwards...and today, I have spent
several hours trying to get my photo of this piece corrected in Photoshop.
But it's still gray, blotchy and un-unclear. In the midst of this I check
my email with the following news and realize that I'm fiddling while Rome
burns.
"Anna Politkovskaya, famed for her unsparing coverage of abuses
against civilians in Chechnya in the outspoken newspaper Novaya Gazeta,
was found dead Saturday in the elevator of her Moscow apartment building.
She had two gunshot wounds - one to the head."
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Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
A Boy and His Dog
Photoshop collage
The blogger Chris Floyd makes the case that the Iraqi government's anticipated
signing of a debt relief (oil) agreement (December deadline) with the
International Monetary Fund is what the war has really been about from
the start.
"...it is the reason for the war, it is why all of these people have
died, it is the sign and substance of the true victory that Bush has been
working for all these years."
http://www.smirkingchimp.com/thread/1868
Parts of this article may be a bit over the top, but the main stream media
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Pamela Flynn
Freehold, New Jersey
delicate balance #2
mixed media
If I fall, you will fall, and then we will have both fallen. Life is
a cooperative/global community endeavor. Life is a delicate balance.
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Stephen Beveridge
Washington Heights, New York City
Turn Away
digital image
On my mind: how easy it is to lose focus on what's most important and
apply my attention to what's least important. |
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Karen Greene
Washington Heights, New York City
untitled
photographs
Take your pick-- drama or serenity?
I am still-- always -- pulled by water-- and how it holds and transforms. |
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Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
909 Third Avenue, for Vicki DaSilva (9/29)
Park Avenue Lightow (10/13)
photographs
I was going to talk about today's contrast between the 701 TV channel
brochure I'm working on and the section of the Bhagavad Gita that I read
on the way here calling for the elimination of desire to attain bliss,
but instead I decided that the most important thing on my mind is art
and whether the pattern within the pattern or the new pattern created
out of a pattern was more interesting.
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Self
Time, love,
death
Our great ideas
and facts
How can we
know each other?
Recollections, fantasies,
stories,
sometimes long
and complicated--
--the ones
our parents tell about us--
their fantasies, their memories,
my sister’s,
your brother’s,
a friend’s,
a child’s.
School, learning,
seeing, understanding, asking;
food, sleep, dreams, clothes;
our house, our home, our bed,
a tree, a road, a street,
the color of the sky, the way the wind sounds,
an animal, a conversation,
what someone said
What I said,
what you said
What you heard
What you saw
What you thought you saw
What you didn’t see
What you don’t know
Maybe only
with tears by the grave,
blood on the cloth,
the leaving, the returning,
flushed and wet skin,
do we know.
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Anya Szykitka
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Self
poem
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PP
New York City
Breathing (9/29)
digital collage
When I was a kid a doctor told my parents my asthma was aggravated [or
did he say caused] by milkweed. I thought of it as poison and just a horrible,
scary little plant. I was just in the Berkshires to see the autumn leaves
where there was tons of them on our hikes. My friends reveled in it ...
mixing it in bouquets, blowing it, photographing it. I kept my distance
until I realized I was fine and remembered a lot of things the doctors
of my youth told me that were wrong or very overlooked. |
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PP
New York City
Time Capsules (10/13)
digital collage
I was doing the summer/winter clothes exchange from under my bed. This
year I threw out most of my old love letters and memorabilia that had
I have received in the past 25 years. Because they were lovey-dovey it
took me a long time to realize they were making me very uncomfortable
when I came across them ... and not in a I'm-avoiding-looking-at-this
kind of way. I told myself they were my history and therefore valuable.
I still can't put my finger on the feeling specifically other than loss
and limitations. Next season I'll tackle the photographs. I'll separate
and seal the ex's from the non-creepy photos; store them with the levis
that don't fit anymore. Even though they don't fit, I feel lighter. |
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Claire Adas
Lambertville, New Jersey
Three Windows
digital video
When we see other people, even in glimpses, we try to make stories for
them--to explain what they're doing. |
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