veronica rafael

2010-08-31T17:49:00.001-04:00

it's finally happened.

i've moved to tumblr : veronicarafael.tumblr.com

see you there :)

2010-08-18T17:39:00.002-04:00

2010-08-12T00:57:00.002-04:00

just added Lukasz Wierzbowski to the artists' space on FJORD! check out his interview here

2010-08-11T21:56:00.010-04:00

it's rare for a contemporary photographer to successfully capture the essence of street photography in a vein similar to lee friedlander, charles harbutt, cartier bresson, etc. without it being super cheesy. im sure john gets these comparisons all of the time, but it's so crazy to look at these and know they were taken in 2010!

see more work by john battaglia here

2010-08-11T21:04:00.004-04:00

new interview with Adelaide Ivanova posted on fjord! check it out here

2010-08-05T20:33:00.010-04:00

aside from hunting for jobs and apartments, summer 2010 has consisted of roadtrips, beach trips, new jersey & books. i'm looking forward to the dust settling, but in the meantime, life is grand.

all photos by the amazingwonderfuliloveherlikecrazy hannah kuo

also, this is my official song for summer 2010:

2010-08-04T18:34:00.002-04:00

bobby doherty

2010-07-26T17:14:00.011-04:00

(rafa castells)

2010-07-26T12:58:00.001-04:00

bryan lear, via mossless

2010-07-25T16:00:00.002-04:00

lorenzo caffi

2010-07-21T16:43:00.004-04:00

Jarrod in the wilderness via alana celii

2010-07-17T23:40:00.005-04:00

'what is this posture i have to stare at?'
that's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
change the name of the game 'cause he lost
and he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
but I'm not being fair
'cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
but I'd like to choose right
take all the things that I've said that he stole
put 'em in a sack
swing 'em over my shoulder
turn on my heel
step out of his sight
try to live in a lovelier light.

2010-07-16T22:20:00.000-04:00

leah reena goren

2010-07-16T22:01:00.002-04:00

2010-07-16T21:59:00.002-04:00

i love you, tierney gearon.

(letter from jack kerouac to his ex wife)

2010-07-15T17:32:00.004-04:00

I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

2010-07-13T11:53:00.003-04:00

Capricious Space is pleased to announce Saturday Sun, a group exhibition of new photography and works on paper by twelve emerging artists. Opening July 14^th, works are on view through August 21, 2010. A reception will take place on Wednesday, July 14^th from 6 – 8pm.

Released in 1969, when British musician Nick Drake was about twenty-one years old, the song “Saturday Sun” (Five Leaves Left LP) speaks of a brief reprieve from melancholy – sunshine that appears without warning, disappears just as quickly as it came, and leaves behind memories indelible and recurring, however positively or negatively distorted from reality they may be. The artworks shown provide analogous visual instances of a warm reprieve from an ordinary trajectory of thinking or living – some real and some manufactured – all transporting nonetheless.

Aisling Hamrogue / Chris Domenick / Dana Gentile / Emily Klass / Erin Jane Nelson / Jessica Williams / Lauren Maresca / Mara Baldwin / Zack Genin / Alana Celii / Grant Willing / Jessica Olm

Curated by Karen Codd

2010-07-08T21:55:00.000-04:00

“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”

susan sontag

2010-07-07T03:20:00.004-04:00

recently received an email from alexander binder regarding his new series allerseelen. check it out here

2010-07-06T18:44:00.002-04:00

series.

for the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air

to live the taste of colours easily

to enjoy loves so as to laugh

to open eyes at the final moment

she has every willingness.

(paul eluard)

2010-07-05T16:55:00.003-04:00

Swill Children is pleased to be announcing 3 physical releases today as well as the launch of a new internet project:PAPERWEIGHT.

A little about PAPERWEIGHT:

Throughout the past decade, the internet has presented us with an array of alternative information disseminators. The influx of these ubiquitous platforms has resulted in the replacement of prior methods of media distribution, a good deal of which dealt with ink on paper. Though these time tested forms, such as books, newspapers, and other printed ephemera are increasingly less commercially prevalent, there is yet an actively growing community of artists working in these seemingly antiquated realms of ink on paper.

PAPERWEIGHT is a blog attempting to highlight such valiant efforts using the very means of their obsolescence.

PAPERWEIGHT features a stunning list of contributors:

Milano Chow
Jesse Hlebo
Chelsea Hodson
Anne Lai
Megan Plunkett
Veronica Rafael
Diwa Tamrong
Grant Willing

Each month will feature a different guest contributor, the first being the lovely Rachael Morrison. Rachael works at the Museum of Modern Art Library in New York where she recently curated an exhibition on the work of Bern Porter. She is also an artist whose work has been exhibited internationally and she is co-editor of the magazine f.ART.

2010-06-15T13:30:00.003-04:00

i'm LVL3 gallery's artist of the week! thanks vincent!

check out my interview here

2010-06-09T04:16:00.012-04:00

hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another word for going home.

2010-06-05T17:31:00.001-04:00

Trine Søndergaard, from the series Now That You Are Mine

2010-06-03T03:13:00.001-04:00

in case you feel like seeing my thesis work again...

2010-06-02T05:38:00.000-04:00

kate edwards

2010-05-31T14:47:00.001-04:00

guest bloggin' on _Quarterly this week!

see ya there :)

2010-05-30T21:03:00.004-04:00

"people think a soulmate is a perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. but a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. a true soulmate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. soulmates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. "

(image: jackson eaton. text: elizabeth gilbert)

2010-05-30T05:18:00.001-04:00

jesse chehak

2010-05-30T05:15:00.000-04:00

suzanna zak

2010-05-30T05:08:00.002-04:00

un momento, un recuerdo, una mirada y un sentimiento. un fragmento de ese instante deseado, observado, convertido y representado. de esas obsesiones. de un sueno y una realidad. una pregunta de la que no busca respuesta. el deseo de encontrar cuando ya hemos hallado. ansiar ver mas.

(image: alberto sevesco, text: found somewhere in madrid in 2004)

2010-05-30T04:39:00.005-04:00

how am i not myself?

2010-05-28T19:47:00.002-04:00

ye rin mok

everything is crazy and up in the air and changing. but the truth is that i'm happy. and i think i deserve it. and i just really, really want to be at peace with that.

2010-05-21T10:19:00.001-04:00

2010-05-21T09:50:00.006-04:00

My life as I know it is a gift.

It is a result of your sacrifice, your courage and your determination to make sure that all of us could have what you never did.

I remember every single day why I am here and what it took on your behalf to make my life what it is. I think of you often when I am walking through the city alone- when the weather is perfect, when everything feels alive and electric and full of possibility. Whenever I am miserable and disillusioned with my life, I think of you then too, and can never help but feel a bit embarrassed for complaining about anything for too long.

I am thankful for you having told me over and over again that you were proud of everything I have done and that I have somehow made everything you suffered completely worth it. For as long as I can remember, you’ve told me every single time we talked that all you ever wanted was to see me graduate and get my degree in something that makes me happy.

It seems both beautiful and cruel that you die the morning that I will wear my cap and gown and do this, but it is all I could ever do to repay you and I hope that it is enough. Thank you for everything. I will miss you forever, grandpa. Te amo.

Vero.

2010-05-16T12:41:00.002-04:00

(jessica milan, text: yoko ono)

2010-05-12T19:14:00.006-04:00

louise dahl wolfe

constantly talking isnt necessarily communicating.

2010-05-10T11:51:00.002-04:00

my senior thesis exhibition is (FINALLY, OMG!) tomorrow night & i would love to see you there!! :)

Parsons Photography Senior Thesis Exhibition

Opening Reception:
May 11th, 2010
Calumet Gallery
22 West 22nd Street
2nd Floor 6:00 - 8:30pm

Ongoing until May 21st, 2010!

Featuring the work of… Jillian Aldrich, Eric Akashi, Callie Barlow, Gloria Bonilla, Will Bowers, Don Brodie, Nikol Burgos, Erica F. Campbell, Elizabeth Colrick, Kate Edwards, Katy Everson, Lily Ferguson, Juliana Gamino, Laura A. González, Nicole Harkness, Jesse Hlebo, Alexander Ho, Megan Hunt, Jessica Ianuzzi, Joel Jägerroos, Ed K. Holder, Joy Kerveillant, Hannah Kuo, Frances Kwon, Suzette Lee, Nicky Lesser, Brian Lynch, Silja Magg, Tohar Magen, Angela Mayo, Leah Meltzer, Trevor Miles, Barbie Moreira, Devon Morgan, Therese Öhrvall, Luisa Opalesky, Lizzy Oppenheimer, Kathryn Owen, Sarah Park, Brandon Pavan, Dacia Peterson, Christie Pirrone, Gwynn Powell, Veronica Rafael, Serena Reynolds, Nazita Rezai, Liana Rios, Mauricio Rodriguez, Tina Sarno, Bart Strang, Kina Taylor, Katie Theofilos, Taku Toma, Naya Urena, Bernadette Vitale, Christopher Walsh

2010-05-10T11:08:00.005-04:00

2046 Love Songs of Wong Kar Wai

I once fell in love with someone.
After a while, she wasn’t there.
I wonder what I could have done differently,
what sequence of moments
could have led to her

standing here before me
instead of vanishing. What one thing
to put in front of another
in time? What passion,
what restraint, what silence, what word, what self, what

effacement? Every time we tried,
I took a misstep somewhere. Yes, she hurt me,
but if I had led her
this way instead of, with just the right
poise—would she have turned?

If you take the right steps,
a voice tells me, the whole dance will
open up to you.
This keeps me coming back to her in my mind.
If I could right the wrong steps, open

up a new sequence . . .
But each new one is already scored and cross-
hatched with all the old mistakes, making
it even more difficult to
navigate. Sometimes I

think love shouldn’t be
this difficult: two people are
involved, there should be room
for error, interplay between them,
one person should not have to do all the work

of leading. Sometimes I think love is
all a matter of timing: it’s
no use meeting the right person at the wrong
time, maybe I met her
at a time when no

right steps even existed. But these
sound like excuses. If a woman loves you,
and you love her, and you
fall apart, let’s face it, you failed
her. The man should take

responsibility.
It’s childish to blame her, to
absolve yourself by saying she made it too
hard, requiring
you to be perfect; you were going

for immortality, of course
you had to be perfect! The poet does not
blame his poem if it doesn’t turn
out right. It may be
we are all tragically

in time, that no single sequence can save us,
but I persist in the belief,
perhaps to my demise,
that all can be won through mastery
of performance: time

can be conquered by consciousness.

And yet the cost of such
consciousness—a disinterest so powerful
as to appear cruel.
Chow leans back with a puckish smile

against his wall, stranding Bai Ling
in the middle of his room as she coaxes
her fledgling declaration out of
its nest. I don’t care if
you love me or not.

I’ll love you anyway.
He snaps smoke in through his nose, coolly whistles
it out. Since we got together,
I haven’t brought other men back. I
hoped you’d feel the same.

Will you promise me that?
—No. The grin again,
slowly fading as he looks up
and meets her expression: he knows that
vulnerability. How did he get here,

aloof from all that?
He feels a sudden falling, a drop
to the past person inside of him, but he’s
worked too long to secure
this hard housing in the present

to suffer a collapse
now. How many nights
has he spent turning in on himself
in the same knife-peel of anguish
he sees working at her face, eyes loosening,

mind bereft, a blown field
completely at the mercy of the hours?
A single god presides over
that field, indifferent.
He knows how brutal that god can seem,

how criminal it feels to have
a single visage
colonize your consciousness, but with
the slightest slip into sympathy, he knows
he soon could find himself

in her place. So he
holds his position, telling himself
he never meant to hurt
her—she’s just an unfortunate casual-
ty of this discipline—but he

can’t help but feel a slight
satisfaction at maintaining
the upper hand, which shows him his disinterest
is not yet complete,
that he’s still taking some subtle form

of vengeance on the past.
And when she screams and storms out, the way
her glare glazes him
inhuman makes him think perhaps disinterest
should be left to the gods, because

its human form always takes on an aspect
of cruelty, as now he pulls
her back by the arm
and grins: If you’re ever in the mood,
feel free to come over.

I once fell in love with someone.
I couldn’t stop wondering whether
she loved me or not. I found an android which
looked just like her. I thought
the android might give

me the answer. At first
it seemed everything had worked out
for the best: M-2046 was just as
beautiful as N,
if not more so, because she had all

the same physical features with none of the
imperfections. I thought I loved
those imperfections, but
one can get used to pristine android
skin pretty quick. Plus

M had no emotional baggage.
She was so dependable! If I called her,
she was there, no drama.
People used to say I was in
love with drama, but

I always thought this was stupid:
I loved N in spite
of her drama, not because of it.
The drama was what drove me crazy; did I
love being crazy? No.

Still, I couldn’t get past
a certain barrier with M.
She was wonderful
in all the ways N wasn’t: sitting with me
through the long afternoons on the train

reading, having coffee;
taking walks with me through the corridors to
watch the windowed whir of the world
go by; stopping to
hug me in all the cold passages;

nestling up to me
in the cinema cabin—just
the feel of her doing
things with me filled me with such well-be-
ing that I saw how much of a hole my love

had become. Yet some part of her
was unreachable in a way N never
was. She wouldn’t give in to passion:
if I tried to kiss her,
she’d accept my mouth

briefly the way a secretary
might accept a memo. Totaling up all
our kisses, our fragments
of flame, as I liked to call them,
I’d say they equaled

one semi-okay kiss.
Nothing like the nova of a kiss with N.
There was no tongue, no saliva;
I became obsessed
with android saliva—what did it

taste like? Her tongue—was it
rough or smooth? What was her hidden malfunction?
Why wouldn’t she give herself to
me? I lay next to her in her cool
grey satellite dish

of a bed thinking, This is even weirder
than my last relationship. And
soon I found myself
making all my old mistakes. When I
pressed her, asking her how

she felt, she stiffened
like a table lamp. It didn’t help
that the same parts used to
make her head and neck were actually used
to make table lamps. I began

to long for all the things in N
I used to hate, the wild emotional
fluctuations, the sad
apologetic emails always
a little too late,

her “unintentional” cruelties;
because I saw, through the contrast
with M, how these could be proofs of her love for
me, which was comforting
and damning at once.

I slowly began to doubt myself.

Maybe it was me,
maybe I was nuts. What was likelier, that
all the pain she brought was love or
not love?
Love is not love,

I said to myself, collapsing
the sonnet.
I read to pass the time

but really time read me, flattening open
the page of my face,

picking my meaning a-
part.

When had I boarded
this train, why was I always staring at this
wall?
Talking to myself. Counting.

I read of Unsang
Institute on Mt. Jiri, where old
Okbogo enrolled
to study the geomungo.

I swallowed my heart, an unsung institute.

O Okbogo geo-
mungo, I mumbled, geobogo,

mungnasium, geranium,
giraffe, waiting is like a giraffe,
long in the middle.

“The giraffe is deer-bodied, cow-tailed, wolf-browed,
horse-hoofed, and grows one horn-

shaped clump of flesh without
bones.”
I liked this sentence, all its mad hyphen-
ations.
My love was cow-browed, wolf-
hoofed, horse-horned, and chewed
my heart like one deer-shaped clump of flesh

with small bones.
Chomp, chomp.

I read, “We could just be
a simple, direct and straightforward person.
Form a simple relationship
with our world, our coffee, spouse, and friend.

We do this by abandoning
our expectations about how we think things
should be.” I had no world,
no spouse, no friend, so
I looked in prayer to my coffee.

Oh ma ni es press oh.

What did I expect my coffee to be? It
gaped back pleasantly.

I remembered sitting with her once,
reading the back of my coffee

cup because I couldn’t bear to read her face
and feeling all too much kinship

with the description
of this bean: “Dark, nearly
black in color, Espresso Roast flirts

on the border of ruin.” I
swallowed my heart, an Espresso Roast
coffee bean. A giraffe
was my esophagus, and the swallowing
was slow.

It begins
as a dance of detachment, the man leaning
in to whisper along her neck,
the woman freezing, wanting and not
wanting his lips to con-

tinue against her flesh, the man
pulling away now with a little
smirk, saying, I’ll leave
now, withdrawing where most
men would have pressed their brief advantage and been

rebuffed. And so the posing, the
distancing, the woman laughing a little
too loudly on the phone,
the man parading
a sequence of women back to his

room, both spying through eyeholes, windowslits, pricked
for a certain set
of heels on the floor, until chance (which
the man had secretly
been courting) brings them together

in the hotel hall on Christmas Eve
where, sensing his opportunity, the man
suggests they have dinner
to keep each other
company. And then there are names,

pasts. But Chow keeps this information
at bay, trying to steer
the interaction methodically toward sex;
with one as guarded, as practiced
as Bai Ling, he knows

their coming together must seem
spontaneous, inevitable,
or she won’t go for it.
Under the lightest pressure (Another drink
someplace else?), she backs

off, smelling his intent;
so, deftly, he backs
off, saying he just wants to be “drinking pals.”
Years later, he’ll use this phrase to clench
their relationship (Of course you

missed me, we’re drinking pals) as she tries to pry
it for meaning, flicking
a finger against
her glass; and she’ll wonder how she once
took comfort in this, how once she

wanted so little
of him—why did she ever start to want more?
What filled this frame with her whole future?
I wish it could have gone
on a little longer, she’ll say,

softly, trying to
get back to this place of poise, this last platform
of sanity before everything
started sliding away from her,
as if sped from a train . . .

And of course he’ll hear her,
but ignore her cheerfully, almost—
this is what she can’t understand—kindly, as
if it were tenderness to show
her she meant nothing.

( poem by jason koo, photo by benjamin seely)

2010-05-09T22:26:00.005-04:00

julia randall

2010-05-05T09:14:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow night is the opening for Graphic Intersections at Umbrage Editions.

Umbrage Editions
111 Front St. Ste. 208
Brooklyn, NY

Opening reception: Thursday, May 6, 6-8pm
On view: May 4 – June 26

The exhibition includes work from Ben Alper, Anastasia Cazabon, Thomas Damgaard, Scott Eiden, Grant Ernhart, Jon Feinstein, Elizabeth Fleming, Alan George, Hee Jin Kang, Drew Kelly, Michael Marcelle, Chris Mottalini, Ed Panar, Bradley Peters, Cara Phillips, Noel Rodo-Vankeulen, Irina Rozovsky, Brea Souders, Jane Tam and Grant Willing (photo).

2010-05-04T00:59:00.014-04:00

brandon pavan

remember through sounds

remember through smells

remember through colors

remember through towns

with fear and fascination

on what was here

& what's replacing them now.

2010-05-03T18:03:00.001-04:00

katherine wolkoff

2010-05-01T10:48:00.006-04:00

brandon pavan

spring fever

opening reception: saturday, may 1, 2010: 8pm-2am
100 sutton street
brooklyn, NY 11222

featuring the work of: anna bauer, ryan bradley, jenna choate, andrea chu, jon feinstein, emiliano granado, ariela grossman, dan halm, ahndraya parlato, brandon pavan, reka reisinger, jason shelowitz, marie vic, grant willing, sydney friedman, jessica yatrofsky, jeff zimmerman, kate o'donovan-cook and fabrese anneron.

for complimentary admission and drinks for you and your guests, email: rsvp@shangrilastudio.com

see you there!

2010-04-28T21:30:00.000-04:00

excited to be a part of this! see ya there!

in short (#31)

2010-04-28T19:43:00.008-04:00

(1- 2-3-4)

2010-04-28T16:06:00.006-04:00

“to love. to be loved. to never forget your own insignificance. to never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. to seek joy in the saddest places. to pursue beauty to its lair. to never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. to respect strength, never power. above all, to watch. to try and understand.to never look away. and never, never, to forget.”

new life goals.
(quote via arundhati roy, image via katherine squier )

2010-04-28T12:12:00.001-04:00

Karla Cikánová

2010-04-28T09:04:00.002-04:00

fluent

i would love to live

like a river flows.

carried by the surprise

of its own unfolding.

(text by john o'donohue, image by luisa opalesky)

2010-04-27T00:15:00.011-04:00

veronica rafael

Parsons the New School for Design

BFA Photography Exhibition

Opening Reception; May 11, 2010 : 6:00-8:30

May 11, 2010 - May 21, 2010

Calumet Gallery

22 w. 22nd street, 2nd floor

New York, NY 10001

Featuring the work of:

Jillian Aldrich, Eric Akashi, Callie Barlow, Gloria Bonilla, Will Bowers, Don Brodie, Nikol Burgos, Erica F. Campbell, Elizabeth Colrick, Kate Edwards, Katy Everson, Lily Ferguson, Juliana Gamino, Laura A. Gonzalez, Nicole Harkness, Jesse Hlebo, Alexander Ho, Megan Hunt, Jessica Ianuzzi, Joel Jagerroos, Ed K. Holder, Joy Kerveillant, Hannah Kuo, Frances Kwon, Suzette Lee, Nicole Lesser, Brian Lynch, Silja Magg, Tohar Magen, Angela Mayo, Leah Meltzer, Trevor Miles, Barbie Moreira, Devon Morgan, Therese Ohrvall, Luisa Opalesky, Lizzy Oppenheimer, Kathryn Owen, Sarah Park, Brandon Pavan, Dacia Peterson, Christie Pirrone, Gwynn Powell, Veronica Rafael, Serena Reynolds, Nazita Rezai, Liana Rios, Mauricio Rodriguez, Tina Sarno, Bart Strang, Kina Taylor, Katie Theofilos, Taku Toma, Naya Urena, Bernadette Vitale & Christopher Walsh.

YES, THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING!

see you there!

2010-04-23T01:17:00.008-04:00

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2010-04-22T11:35:00.001-04:00

tim barber

2010-04-21T17:41:00.000-04:00

hannah whitaker

2010-04-21T17:39:00.002-04:00

sam falls

today is the last day to submit

2010-04-21T17:35:00.001-04:00

PhotoFeast is a student organization from the Photography Department of Parsons the New School for Design, which hosts various events to generate in-depth conversations. PhotoFeast’s Breakfast is a one night event (not a meal) to connect the student and young artist community in New York featuring their work in a group show. The event will introduce the related themes and shared interests that are being explored by both generations.

Photography, video, installation and performance submission/proposals will be accepted from students attending surrounding New York universities and local young artists. The event will be hosted by ISCP’s (International Studio and Curatorial Program) gallery space in Brooklyn on April 30th.

Submit to Breakfast! Open to students attending New York universities and local young artists! : )

DEADLINE: APRIL 21ST
Submission details at photofeast.org

2010-04-21T17:20:00.005-04:00

"my real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”

(hermann hesse)

2010-04-20T23:33:00.004-04:00

"Go on carrying heavier stones until they become so heavy that the whole city starts to look lighter than what you are carrying."

(yoko ono)

2010-04-20T10:28:00.002-04:00

Light clarity avocado salad in the morning
after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is
to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
since what is done is done and forgiveness isn't love
and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
(in the imagination) but not really for love
though a block away you feel distant the mere presence
changes everything like a chemical dropped on a paper
and all thoughts disappear in a strange quiet excitement
I am sure of nothing but this, intensified by breathing

(text: frank o'hara, image: alexander ho)

2010-04-17T17:04:00.005-04:00

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”

(Virginia Woolf)

2010-04-16T17:43:00.002-04:00

paul paper

TODAY

2010-04-16T15:13:00.000-04:00

Join the Three Gallery this Friday for IN/OUT(side) - the first curated exhibition of 2010 featuring the work of :

Don Brodie
Alfonso Chavez-Lujan
Kate Edwards
Juliana Gamino
Laura Alejandra Gonzalez
Nicole Harkness
Joel Jagerroos
Hannah Kuo
Anthoula Lelekidis
Luisa Opalesky
Brandon Pavan
Liana Rios
Kevin Warner
Felicia Wong

Three Gallery is curated by: George Pitts, Joy Drury Cox and Veronica Rafael.

Three Gallery at Parsons the New School for Design

Friday, April 16th 2010 // 4 - 6:00 PM

66 Fifth Avenue, third floor

NY, New York 10011

2010-04-13T16:46:00.004-04:00

do you believe in always, the wind
said to the rain
i am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered.

(image unknown, text: e.e. cummings excerpt)

2010-04-13T10:32:00.002-04:00

PhotoFeast is a student organization from the Photography Department of Parsons the New School for Design, which hosts various events to generate in-depth conversations. PhotoFeast’s Breakfast is a one night event (not a meal) to connect the student and young artist community in New York featuring their work in a group show. The event will introduce the related themes and shared interests that are being explored by both generations.

Photography, video, installation and performance submission/proposals will be accepted from students attending surrounding New York universities and local young artists. The event will be hosted by ISCP’s (International Studio and Curatorial Program) gallery space in Brooklyn on April 30th.

Submit to Breakfast! Open to students attending New York universities and local young artists! : )

DEADLINE: APRIL 21ST
Submission details at photofeast.org

2010-04-12T21:52:00.001-04:00

I believe in intuition and inspiration. At times I feel certain that I am right while not knowing the reason. Imagination is more important than knowledge, because knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world.

(albert einstein)

2010-04-12T17:51:00.001-04:00

oh yes

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

(image: jackson eaton, text: charles bukowski)

in short (#30)

2010-04-12T10:59:00.015-04:00

(from top: brandon pavan, golden grey blue, ten of swords, sam falls)

2010-04-11T17:06:00.005-04:00

at best i will turn out to be a phantom memory

( excerpt, richard brautigan)

2010-04-11T02:22:00.000-04:00

jackson eaton

2010-04-10T21:19:00.000-04:00

2010-04-07T11:11:00.004-04:00

2010-04-05T22:15:00.005-04:00

"Every week, Le Blogotheque invites an artist or a band to play in the streets, in a bar, a park, or even in a flat or in an elevator, and film the whole session. all of the little incidents, hesitations, and crazy stuff happening unexpectingly are what make them beautiful. They do not edit the videos, as their goal is to try and capture instants, film the music just like it happens, without preparation, without tricks."

these have always made me so happysad. perfect for today.

(favorite)

(for the ending)

(one of my favorite covers ever)

(for the song)

2010-04-05T19:28:00.004-04:00

April 8 - 15
Opening Reception: Thursday, April 8th, 6-8PM, Ground Floor Lobby*

Artists & Curators Panel: Friday, April 9th, 6-7PM, Ground Floor, Orientation Bark Room*
Friar's Lantern - PhotoFeast Spring Show

featuring work by: jeanie choi, dylan defalco, marina ferreira, camilo godoy, tatiana godoy, ryan whittier hale, leia jospe, anthoula lelekidis, jetro nicolas, jennifer tinkoff, jarrod turner, kevin warner

curated by: luke burke, marc flaux, hannah kuo, sunny macarty, tyson robertson, matt shrier, jessica sokolowski, diwa tamrong, christopher walsh

a spring exhibition featuring photographic, video and installation works by The New School, curated by selected students from the Parsons Photography department with a panel discussion between curators and artists moderated by Diwa Tamrong.

see you there!

2010-04-04T20:58:00.004-04:00

Thursday, April 8, 2010 7:00 pm

FREE

The New School Tishman Auditorium

66 West 12th Street New York, New York

Aperture and the Photography department in the School of Art, Media, and Technology at Parsons and the Vera List Center for Art and Politics at The New School present a panel discussion with artists Roe Ethridge, Collier Schorr, and James Hoff & Miriam Katzeff of Primary Information, to discuss the pressing question: As print faces the encroachment of digital technology and the mainstreaming of online culture, what is the viability of the printed and published form of photography—monographic, serial, underground, or otherwise—as a means of artistic production? This panel discussion will be moderated by Gil Blank, artist and founding editor of Influence magazine.

excited for this!

2010-04-02T12:02:00.003-04:00

new work by alexander binder

2010-03-31T20:17:00.002-04:00

"anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness."

(quote charles bukowski, image via flickr)

2010-03-31T12:48:00.002-04:00

alison scarpulla

2010-03-30T16:13:00.001-04:00

2010-03-30T00:32:00.002-04:00

leah goren

2010-03-29T22:41:00.003-04:00

"the cogent lesson i've learned is simple. testify to the life you live and love now and even if you never achieve fame at least you captured a moment"

(image via celine clanet, text via the imagist)

2010-03-25T16:51:00.002-04:00

Lay Flat and the International Center of Photography invite you to celebrate the release of Lay Flat 02: Meta!

Founded in January 2009 by Shane Lavalette, Lay Flat is an independent imprint that specializes in unique, small-run and limited edition photography books and multiples. Working collaboratively with both emerging and established artists, we create books that both express a vision and exist as artful objects in themselves. In addition to artist books, we also produce the journal of the same name – a publication devoted to the synthesis of contemporary photography and writing in which each issue is assembled by Lavalette along with an invited guest editor.

Friday, March 26th from 6-7:30pm
FREE and open to the public!

ICP Museum Store
International Center of Photography
1133 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10036
t: 212-857-9725

The editors and various contributors will be in attendance and
available to sign copies of the publication.

For more information or to purchase online:

http://www.layflat.org/
http://www.layflat.org/events/
http://shopping.icp.org/store/product.html?product_id=32763

2010-03-25T15:43:00.001-04:00

do what you love. know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.

2010-03-25T12:09:00.000-04:00

I guest curated an issue of Huh Magazine!
check it out here

2010-03-24T11:32:00.005-04:00

Pool Gallery
Tucholskystraße 38 / Ecke Auguststraße
10117 Berlin Mitte, Germany
fon .49.30.24342462
info@pool-gallery.com

Vernissage: Friday, 26 March, 18-22h
Exhibition: 27 March – 3 May, 2010

This is Patrick Hoelck’s first solo-exhibition in Berlin. He lives and works between Los Angeles and New York City.

2010-03-23T15:41:00.003-04:00

susanna zak

2010-03-22T20:56:00.001-04:00

lotsa new photos on flickr.

2010-03-21T19:59:00.009-04:00

"i liked berlin. the city and i understood each other. nobody had forgotten anything here. in berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. it wasn't like america, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. we hadn't learned yet, that there was no such thing as an empty canvas"

(quote by janet fitch, my image.)

2010-03-20T04:55:00.004-04:00

The History of Love: The Age of String

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.

( excerpt by nicole krauss)

2010-03-20T04:43:00.000-04:00

in short (#29)

2010-03-20T04:32:00.005-04:00

(image: artist unknown, text by c.s. lewis)

2010-03-20T04:31:00.000-04:00

2010-03-20T04:28:00.002-04:00

viviane sassen

2010-03-18T19:15:00.001-04:00

buy hannah's prints because shes the best! click here to go to her print sale!

2010-03-18T06:35:00.002-04:00

berlin, 2010

2010-03-15T04:57:00.006-04:00

jennilee marigomen

2010-03-13T09:14:00.005-05:00

i'm in berlin!

i can only imagine how beautiful it is here when its warm. im almost positive it comes to life the same way new york does.

2010-03-10T22:17:00.002-05:00

“it is always the instantaneous reaction to oneself that produces a photograph.”

(robert frank)

2010-03-10T21:36:00.003-05:00

01
Presented by 01 Magazine

Featuring works from:

Peter Sutherland, New York
David Horvitz, New York
Sam Falls, Brooklyn
Niall Mc Clelland, Toronto
Leo Fitzpatrick, New York
Jason Dill, New York
Bree Apperley, New York
Alexander Binder, Germany
Becky Brisco, Vancouver
Coley Brown, Brooklyn
Maryanne Casasanta, Toronto
Alana Celii, Brooklyn
Jessica Eaton, Montreal
Seth Fluker, London
Nicholas Gottlund, Baltimore
Nicholas Haggard, Brooklyn
Steve Halo, New York
Daniel Jackson, New York
Robert Johnson, New York
Todd Jordan, New York
Ryan Kearney, New York
Andrew Laumann, Baltimore
Jennilee Marigomen, Vancouver
Heather Martin, Vancouver
Bob Myaing, Philadelphia
Jeff Otto O’Brien, Vancouver
Melissa Paget, Vancouver
Nathalee Paolinelli, Vancouver
Les Ramsay, Vancouver
Melinda Santillan, Monteal
Dan Siney, Vancouver
Grant Willing, Brooklyn
Young Kyu Yoo, Brooklyn

March 11 - April 3, 2010
Opening Reception: March 11, 2010, 7pm

107 Shaw Street
Toronto, ON
M6J 2W4 map

Curated by Redia Soltis + Jennilee Marigomen

About 01 Magazine
01 Magazine is an independently owned arts and culture online magazine that encompasses contemporary art, photography, and fashion with a focus on emerging and established artists. 01 Magazine is based in Vancouver, Canada and is published online bi-monthly. The “01” Group Exhibition is an extension of the magazine, featuring works by artists and who have inspired us in their craft.

If you live in toronto, go to this for me!

in short (#28)

2010-03-08T13:36:00.006-05:00

(image via goldengreyblue, text: sartre scan from 'nausea')

2010-03-07T22:49:00.002-05:00

You have to be able to observe life as if you were a camera all the time, constantly looking at light and the way that things are placed and the way people hold themselves. You need the ability to see something in someone or something that no one else really sees and be able to bring that to light. Basically, you have to be an obsessive crazy person.

(ryan mcginley, image: sam coldy)

2010-03-07T18:41:00.002-05:00

“My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.”