Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Silly Snow


Our historic blizzard turned into a nice little bit of snow. It is pretty snow, but perhaps not worth all the craziness or what Pat Kiernan of NY1 called placing "the entire city under house arrest"


Still, I was only moderately inconvenienced by the lockdown. I felt bad for people who get paid by the hour especially those who work in the evening.



One of the guys who lives at the shelter near my subway stop was hanging around yesterday while the storm was tapering off. He is a bit ravaged by drink or drugs, but he always smiles at me and says hello. He was watching the snow, his battered face lit with joy. He said, "isn't it beautiful? It's so clean, like a waterfall."



At 34th street, the city had totally vanquished the snow as it always does.



There were no cars, not even on 8th avenue leading into midtown.



Elm trees in Union Square park. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Ice Light


This is one of those winters of bitter dry cold followed by milder weather and rain. I have had a hard time settling back to work after the holidays. On one of the last icy days, I went out looking for inspiration.


People have been drifting into my pictures. I think it is because I have been using the phone on my camera, and I am not always aware of the the edges.


The quality is the same as with my point and shoot camera. The saturation is a bit intense, kind of like old Kodak non-professional film. Luckily I can tone it down.


I had planned on a new virtual street art site, but it was in one of those parts of town that is regularly scrubbed clean. I was wandering around Tribeca in search of a new spot.


This once gritty, edgy neighborhood has been taken over by strollers. Everywhere small children were being escorted on their morning outings. And it seemed that the women doing the pushing were their mothers and not the typical nannies one sees in other neighborhoods. Actually I think the woman above was someone's nanny, but everyone else seemed like catalog models.

I found a spot regardless, and it has the added benefit of being from a dream. I can make a dream image that will be virtual street art.


After that, I wandered around in the Village, capturing the icy cold light.



Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Pictures I Took Since August


I did not realize how long I had been working on my last art piece, until I posted the pictures to my blog.The last entry was in August. I have been taking pictures, but every time I was in front of the computer, I was working on that image.


These are some of the pictures I took.


I sometimes suspect that my phone camera increases the saturation on its images, but this silver fence really does throw some wild light and reflections around.


One morning in early October the rambling garden of the church arcross the street glimmered in the light.


Gentrification continues in Williamsburg. This brightly painted building facing the bridge is being eviscerated while its pretty shell remains.


I tried to photograph through the window to capture the sunlight filtering down through the roofless ceiling.


The graffiti monsters at the building's base looked forlorn behind the scaffolding, as if they were imprisoned. I wonder if they will be restored in the finished building.


This empty space will probably soon be filled in as well, the colorful tags hidden behind glass and steel.


A little November light

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Virtual Street Art

Lost Mural Runs Free

On Cooper Square near 6th Street, I have placed a label with a QR code. It is right outside that shiny new silver Cooper Union building, on the lampost.




If you scan the QR code with your smart phone, you can see the image.


Nothing could console me after September 11th, not the national day of prayer, or the Budhist monks drumming in Union Square Park, the last spot before the streets were closed. We stood there in small groups talking in low voices, strangers at a funeral. The faces of the departed stared out at us from missing posters.

Weeks later, a mural appeared on the wall of a small old building on Bowery. It summed up everything I was feeling. It was a comfort to walk past it for a while.

The city recovered, the mural was painted over. The old 19th century building it was painted on was deemed unworthy of conserving and was torn down. Now a new building is rising up. It will be dormatories for the Cooper Union students who must now pay tuition for the first time since the university was founded over 150 years ago.

I wanted to let the mural loose on Cooper Square once again.