TORN

Saturday, September 8, 2012.  Layers of images and innuendo.  I see the fear of alien in this.  Underneath our skin, is there an alien presence, the implant of a species that left us here?  Will we react to it as we see so often in how we react to the unknown, with force and violence?  This image portends the worst.  Yet there is a word of hope - LET.  Let it be.  Let it live.  Let us imagine.  Let us grow.  Let us become.

NIGHT DIVE

Monday, August 20, 2012.  This reminds me of night diving in Bonaire.  The little fish are illuminated with our lanterns, swimming among the dark shapes of the coral and rocks, and the inkiness of the depths where our lights do not shine.  It is what I saw when I momentarily lost my dive partners in the wilderness of that space.

A LA CLARK

Sunday, August 12, 2012.  This is what lies behind the mask.  Behind the eyes is structure, light, darkness, cracks.  The stripping away of this rectangle has given us insight, but has denied us entry through those soul tunnels - the eyes.  Adding to or taking away helps me to see in very different ways.

MOONLIGHT IN THE PRIMEVAL FOREST

Sunday, April 29.  Ah, what mysteries unfold in this corner of the forest, lit by the golden light of a full moon?  The figures meet and perform the ritual, the trees and vines as witness to the dance.  It makes me sad to know that this work will soon be gone, an ephemeral piece of our City.

TEAR AWAY

March 10, 2011. The artist Elspeth Meyer created a subway series of collage faces, which she has slowly unveiled at successive shows at BWAC. I anticipate with eagerness her studies of the people that she observes on and off the trains. Here, under CPW at 96th street, an unnamed artist creates observations of their own, but from the billboards that line most platforms. I like that selective tearing away reveals a layer of random color and shifts the face into another dimension, unknown except for the fact that I know.

COLLAGE 96

October 15, 2010. A surface that has been glued over, painted, graffitied, papered and stickered, has become a work of assembly that arrests the eye and wants you to stop and look. What happens when we just pass by, not taking the time to let the layers, colors and patterns soak into us? Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Our experience of today is either changed or not.