makeshift storage

Locked up makeshift storage of once useful things long forgotten can be opened up many years later. Short-term memory waves broke decades ago but still wash up on the shore today where a row of new worshippers sit on their meditation boards, as the old did, and wrestle with their desires while they gaze upon their floating temple that guides them through the oncoming set of watery frequencies. And the reflection of my shadow, of who I used to be and all that I was unaware of when transfixed by that practice, oddly fits back into this ramshackle lean-to memory shed that seemed less permanent at the time it was built.

reproduction facility

The glass curtain rolls over every segmented and coded unit ready to plug into a conditioned lack. In the cavernous belly of the beast, only objects of warm and cozy domestic bliss can be found. The unctuous chain of production leads back to certain reflective surfaces that bounce any seekers back to the reproduction itself. And in the rafters of the subsidiary, the conglomerate shadows eavesdrop for absolute compliance in service to all desiring machines in all directions.

New York is a Lotus Flower

Dedicated to everyone who has passed away from COVID-19. Rest in Peace.

New York is a lotus flower with giant petals.  If the petals were put on the floor, their terrain is so immense that each one would cover a small town.  Between the petals, pathways weave in and out of this labyrinth.  Go in one direction and the petals unfold before you as they fold back behind you.  Turn around and the folded unfold again.  The journey on one side of the lotus becomes a journey on the other.  

New York is a lotus flower with infinite pathways.  Step on the path and look at the petals loom overhead.  From any standpoint, the petals blend into transitory formations that embody the supreme randomness out of which came its design.  See how the petals twist and turn together into a vertiginous dance.  If you whirl clockwise to find your way, the whole flower turns counter-clockwise.  Take a rest and the place where you stood has already shifted away from where you thought you were but a minute ago.

New York is a lotus flower of bright light.  Every petal has a thousand pores radiating.  Every being that lives there bathes in its glory at one time or another.  Its hive energy buzzes anyone who steps on its pathways and delivers them toward the light they seek.  It is a flower of knowledge and know-how.  It’s a beacon to the world.  It’s a place of heartbreaking beauty and all the dimensions of tragedy, too.  And whenever it seems to die it is reborn.  And it gains even more petals which in turn create a seemingly infinite array of new pathways to explore.

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The Process: About a year and a half ago I found out that I had an opportunity to studio-sit in Manhattan (otherwise there’s no way I could afford it!) for two weeks.  I treated it as an artist’s residency but on my own dime. To prepare, I poured over as many photographs of New York City from great photographers like Edward Steichen, Helen Levitt, Joel Meyerowitz, Paul Strand, Berenice Abbott, and countless more to study how NY was depicted/experienced by others.  Yearning to contribute some way of looking that I hadn’t come across yet embracing all that I have seen. I spent hours thinking of my previous experiences there and how the city felt to me as well.  The dominant theme was that of a labyrinth but I was unsure of how to convey that feeling.  By the time I arrived in NYC, I had my notebook of ideas on what to try, but after many days, I felt like it wasn’t working.  When I could sleep, though, I entered half-dream states where I was ceaselessly wandering through the outer terrain internalized. And then, it came to me.  The simplest of ideas. I tapped into this feeling of the buildings unfolding before me like a thousand petals of immense scale.  Yet also scattered in my mind’s eye these petals came from all over town. Then, this boiled down photographically to two images juxtaposed together in a diptych.  Two images of these buildings from different areas had to be brought next to each other! And once I got to develop them, some blended together, some grated against their companion, and others twisted and turned into uncanny forms from simply placing them side by side in an embrace of the fundamental experience of randomness. After a year of developing them, this is what you see now. 

Where to purchase: They are for sale at www.society6.com/oneroundcorner.  There are prints and framed prints available (the largest size will be the best), in addition to some having small items available like pillows, clocks, iPhone cases, and such. 

Favorite? Of course, I’m proud of all of them but if I had to pick a personal favorite, it’s New York is a Lotus Flower #4 because it references zip paintings by the New Yorker Barnett Newman and I always think of them when I go to New York since I saw them in person for the first time at the MOMA many years ago.  If you have a favorite, I’d love to hear about it! Thank you and enjoy!