posters

i know, i know. the hipstamatic thing. again.
let me get it out of my system





ps I shouldn't be so cryptic. for those not (yet)
obsessed with the iPhone and
it's wondrous photography apps
(I'm thinking of starring paa
- photo apps anonymous. )
hipstamatic is the latest of these
to lure me
and I'm not ready to move on.

un oeuf in not enough

egg

i'm participating in a photography workshop
here. first assignment:egg.
the suggestion: begin by shooting a white egg on
white and black backgrounds paying attention to light.
then... whatever.

also at the modern

moving or hokey, meaningful or pretentious...
all or none of these?



i had mixed reactions to the performance piece
(full disclosure: i have
mixed reactions
to performance art
in general.)
the artist is present
by marina abramovic
at the museum of modern art

the artist, present indeed, sits quietly
(kind of morosely truth be told)
at a small table
in the center of the enormous atrium
and the empty chair opposite her
is occupied by museum patrons
one after another
who determine how long they wish to sit.

while i was there everyone who participated
stayed for many many minutes.
to prove something?
(to themselves? abramaovic? the bystanders?
the cameras recording the event? about these more later)

the sessions were uniformly serene,
both participants seeming to be in a state of
profound catatonia.

does anyone laugh? smile? is it permitted?

at the close of each session
abramovic slowly bows her head
preparing for the next participant.

There's a sort of calendar on the wall
which looks like the marks one might make
to record the passage of time
on a prison wall - four strokes crossed by a fifth.
They indicate the time this piece
will be performed through may 31.

photographs are not permitted in the atrium
nor from the various viewpoints on the floors above -
inconspicuously positioned guards are there
to remind you.

so - prosaic or profound,
judge for yourself:
the cool thing is, you can tune in,
during museum hours,
to the live feed here

in the garden at the modern

giacometti
tall figure

spring begins as summer
and sitting in the garden at
the museum of modern art
is a lovely way to enjoy it.

especially after the tim burton show
which is cramped, crowded and in need
of editing. my feeling is that
if you like the work,
it is probably a good book
albeit a clumsy exhibit.

found

my favorite comment.
from a gentleman walking by
as i was shooting:
what are you seeeing that i'm not?
beauty, i blurted, smiling.

night lights

rain and

what's the meaning of 79?

coffee love

sweet, right?
until you realize
i take my coffee
b for black

bicolor lunch hour

i have tried in my way

but not hard enough, clearly.
from now i will ask for more.

another sunday

(view of the exhibit)

the international center of photography
is showing the work of czech photographer
miroslav tichý
until may 9.
a true eccentric, he's known his use
of makeshift cameras and the distorted,
unfocused results, are enchanting.
while the work itself sometimes verges
on the voyeuristic -
women photographed unaware,
often just in parts -
these are exquisite artifacts.
some of tichy's cameras are also on view.



(some of his photos)

tichy's work reminds me of diana/holga
photography and, ta da, some of my
new iphone apps fit right in.
(below are my photos...sorry for the misunderstanding)

torn away