Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
The end of an old year in favor of a new year... has me thinking of the cycles of life, change, resolutions, and inevitable consequences. I will be exhibiting an installation called "Contained Garden" at the end of Jan for a group show called "Lumen" put on by Asha Ganpat. The artwork will be presented in a dark gallery space and the only light will come from the artwork which will all be self-illuminated.Here is my artist statement for the piece:
Contained Garden is a terrarium installation that includes living plants, dirt, vines, dried spines, human spinal column and human calvarian cut skull. The installation is illuminated with grow lights from above and lights placed within the terrarium. The effect is an overgrown surreal landscape reflecting the beauty and abjectness of nature. The skull and spine are overtaken by grasses and vines as life overtakes death in an endless cycle of mortality. Vines and roots spill out of the terrarium, seemingly growing from below the wrought iron stand, as if nature cannot be contained, even in art. The soft subtle sounds of the woods at night emerge from the terrarium beckoning the viewer to come closer.
Monday, December 14, 2009
www.spaceandmotion.com Quotes
"Deep Ecology is concerned with the Metaphysics of Nature, and of the relation of the Self to Nature. It sets up ecology as a model for the basic metaphysical structure of the world, seeing the identities of all things- whether at the level of elementary particles, organisms, or galaxies- as logically interconnected: all things are constituted by their relations with other things ... Applying this principle of interconnectedness to the human case, it becomes apparent that the individual denoted by “I” is not constituted merely by a body or a personal ego or consciousness. I am, of course, partially constituted by these immediate physical and mental structures, but I am also constituted by my ecological relations with the elements of my environment- relations in the image of which the structures of my body and consciousness are built. I am a holistic element of my native ecosystem, and of any wider wholes under which that ecosystem is subsumed ... From the point of view of deep ecology, what is wrong with our culture is that it offers us an inaccurate conception of the self. It depicts the personal self as existing in competition with and in opposition to nature [We fail to realise that] if we destroy our environment, we are destroying what is in fact our larger self." (Freya Matthew) (Fox, 1995)
"I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. " (Frank Lloyd Wright, 1869 - 1959)
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009


I spent some time this past week photographing around Ampersand Mountain and near the Lake Country of the Adirondacks. The first afternoon was a sad an attempt at climbing up to the top of Ampersand which failed because of ice and a stubborn clumsy bulldog. But the next day I lugged my Mamiya RZ into the surrounding old growth forest at the base of the mountain and spent five hours studying all the beauty and abjectness that a late autumn ancient forest has to offer. Being so still and quiet while setting up each shot offered an opportunity to really see the woods, and hear and smell and touch. Wildlife emerged out of holes and from a distance. Climbing off trail to get to some particular fallen tree, my hands grasped layers of moss and lichens, soft and wet. We never got to see the view at the top of Ampersand, but many of the hikers rushing past us never got to see the forest like I did. It takes patience to be still, but I think spending several hours just sitting on a log in the middle of the woods, is just as rewarding as a panaromic view.
Friday, October 16, 2009

-Federico Fellini
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
One of things Ford wasn't ready for is the weird smell.
"From the [spacewalks] there really is a distinct smell of space when they come back in," Ford said from the station in a Friday night news conference. "It's like...something I haven't ever smelled before, but I'll never forget it. You know how those things stick with you."
In the past, astronauts have described the smell of space as something akin to gunpowder or ozone.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Red for a while: Clandestine Garden in Red
Tek-TanikNew Show: Tek-Tanik at the Arts Guild of New Jersey. Opening Sept. 11th with reception Sept 13th from 1-4pm. Curated by Evonne Davis.
1 Geology of or relating to the structure of the earth's crust and the large-scale processes that take place within it.
2 of or relating to building or construction.
DERIVATIVES
tectonically |-ik(?)le| adverb
ORIGIN mid 17th cent. (sense 2) : via late Latin from Greek tektonikos, from tekton 'carpenter, builder.'
“The idea behind this exhibit is influenced by an appreciation for Charles Darwin, Kiki Smith, Noam Chomsky, Andy Goldsworthy, Robert Smithson, e.e. cummings and others.
|tek'tänik| will attempt to explore the relationship between our physical environments and our emotional/psychological environments. Where we are physically has a great deal of impact on how we feel and identify on many levels, short term and long term. This exhibit will deal with issues of environmental health and relates those issues to health of community and spirit.
Questions asked will include: How do we create and recreate ourselves around our spaces? Does the shape of our internal lives reflect the literal shape of the structures that surround us? What impact has the wealth of technological advancement made on our thought/emotion processing?
Often we are unable to analyze an event or experience until we occupy a changed space giving us distance not only linearly but physically from the event we try to understand. As our environment changes so do we. We adapt to changes large and small.”
Friday, August 28, 2009

Phantom Motorists: How do we make urban legend and ghost stories? While reading a wonderful book I found in the trash called Weird US, I came a across a section on haunted roadways. Strange headlights are seen in the distance, phantom hitchhikers beckon from the side of the road, and sometimes even jump in your car unexpected. Sometimes these roads are just in isolated areas which gives them that spooky qualitiy. But usually there is a common ingredient to creating a haunted place... a violent act usually occured somewhere nearby and enough people talked about it to create a mythical version of the events. What if Clandestine Garden could become such a place... a highly concentrated series of people coming and experiencing a place of violence in an isolated wooded parkland of NYC. Could art and enough people create a haunted place that becomes well known afterwards?
Monday, August 24, 2009

I will also particpate in a group show at the Arts Guild of Rahway NJ...


I will be presenting at Conflux Festival 2009 !!! Clandestine Gardens looks like it will happen...
Friday, August 14, 2009

Clandestine Garden will be located in Fort Washington Park at the site of a fatal car crash near the Henry Hudson Parkway. Using this debris left behind, relocated plants and other items I will create a feral garden installation suggesting violence and beauty of the space, a pilgrimage site. A platform from branches will allow visitors to spend time here. Solar lights will be set up for visiting at night. A journey must be made through the thick wooded area to gain access to the temple. Fear is overcome. The lure of the space fills the visitor and they react accordingly. Whatever inspiration comes to mind…Pray, meditate, plant flowers, paint, have sex, have a picnic, write a poem, whatever comes to mind and to document their experience through photos, video or writing which they will be encouraged to share online. A website with a link to Twitter, Facebook and email will be set up to document each visitors experience, turning topophobia into topophila.
and some further thoughts:
In areas such as heavily rustic and overgrown parkland, which is further isolated by the abrupt cut of a highway and a tangle of cloverleaf overpasses a sense of forboding and phobia is to be expected…
Areas so isolated that the debris of fatal car crashes are left behind, as if the quick pace of disentigration will take back our man-made objects that much sooner in such a remote area..
Sites of extreme violence have always been places where people have visited. A sort of distopic tourist destination.. they hold a powerful emotional reaction… a room becomes imbued with ghosts, the imagination of what had happened there takes hold. Gettysburg, Aushcwistz, Ground Zero are now all major tourist attractions. Platforms are erected, displays of that violence are shown.
The sites of fatal car crashes are similar in feel, but become more personal in nature. Fake flowers, teddy bears, large ribbons, crudely made crosses and sign posts indicate dates and names of the victims.
The insanity and disbelief of such thick and overwhelming nature… let loose and uncontrolled in the largest city in America.
But we are in Manhattan… the screech of cars is terribly close.. like the rush of fast flowing river, but mechanical and not as soothing…
These wooded places are places of crime, violence, and sexual tension.. a location for a prostitute to take her john, a gay meetup place, or a perfect location for predatory rapist. It holds some privacy, but also holds the sexual tension of being “caught” in public, the added danger of being seen and exhibitionism. There is also the air, the trees, the brambles, the thorms, the dirt, the rock edges, the discomfort, that harkens back to a more primitive experience of our sexuality… something only remembered on the cellular level till we re-enter these spaces and feel the lure of freedom








