Sunday, August 17, 2014
If you go to Union Square East and 14th Street, across the street from the park, there is a label with a qr code. You can scan it with your smart phone and it will bring you to an image that I made of Union Square a few months ago.
This is a test run. I would really like to know how the image looks on your phones. I have to scroll to see the image, maybe it needs to be smaller. I would love some feedback on this.
There were not any labels pasted around Union Square, so there may be a regular scraping of illegal labels. If the label is gone, you can see the image here.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I was in Le Croisic for a wedding. My bedroom window offered a view of the ocean
The sky would melt into sunset.
Le Crosic graffiti
The wildest time on my trip was on my birthday when I was stranded in the walled city of Guerande with a lovely Spanish lady.
We wandered around the city and spent hours chatting on a cafe terrace about the importance of letting adventures happen. I tried to keep the spirit of the day throughout my trip.
Then to Paris, and this was the view from my window.
There was no light in the wc for a few days, which gave me a chance to take a picture by candlelight.
I went to see the JR installation at the Pantheon.
All of those faces looking straight at the viewer were very intense.
I visited the petite ceinture which is like the high line in New York, but left to run wild. It is unlike the French to let nature do its thing but they were very proud of protecting the abandoned railway's ecosystem. I thought it was far better than the fussy nyc park.
Here are some thistles behaving a lot like weeds.
On the parapet walls of the railway, the graffiti blended with the vines.
Sometimes a tagger would paint over the dead branches.
I had planned on taking photos for my dream project, but the light was never what I expected
There always seemed to be additional layers things were never as they appeared. It was like living in one of my dreams.
I wandered through the neighborhoods where I lived, remembering lost adventures and enjoying the colors.
My dream project will just have to fit with the images I have.
Friday, June 13, 2014
I went to see Kara Walker's installation in the Domino Sugar refinery. On the web site it is described as:
an Homage to the unpaid and overworked Artisans who have refined our Sweet tastes from the cane fields to the Kitchens of the New World on the Occasion of the demolition of the Domino Sugar Refining Plant
There was a short wait outside. The sun was hot and the shift into the cool factory space was noticeable, as was the smell of molasses. The walls were painted in sugar.
Some of the boys made out of sugar have already melted, but others are still standing.
They leave pools of sugar on the floor.
The boys seemed to be watching the viewers.
The sphinx drew everyone towards her, massive even in the large space. It was a lot like a cathedral with the light filtering down from high windows.
Her head was held high in spite of the impossible position of her body. Her eyes were blank, certainly not engaging the viewers.
Some of my favorite details:
Her thumb clenched between the fingers of her other hand
The installation will be up until July 6