A FEW SNAP-SHOTS…

Wonderful to see students so engaged in ART. The adventure continues tomorrow in Queens and Long Island city! PSI, Noguchi, Socrates, Fisher Landau, Sculpture Space…

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Soaked and Stoked

Started the day with some ping pong. Went to the New Museum and enjoyed one of the best views in New York City. Saw photography by Sarah Charlesworth which was incredible, enlightening, and original. From there we journeyed to China Town which was filled with a wide range of odd and delicious aromas and enjoyed a filling lunch. The Drawing Center exhibited phenomenal sketches and renderings of artists current and past including a beautiful Matisse. We ended the day with the Gay and Lesbian Art Museum also filled with original artwork and artists that I have never seen before. Getting home was a slight struggle but made it back after walking from Harlem through a hurricane. Excited for tomorrow. -Max

D-Day: The First chapter

06/23/15

There was so much excitement, anxiety, and apprehension coursing throughout my parent’s house… Today was the day we were waiting for. This was it. No more time to plan, only execution. For the past few months, this class was the only thing on my mind; not just because of the adventurous trek ahead with some fellow artists, but because the closer the date got, the more unrealistic it sounded. Finally, we were all presented with the trip of a lifetime; one that was immersed, steeped in art. That time full of anticipation and anxiousness arrived; the day upon which we embarked on our journey.

Security was a breeze, my nerves however were not. Apprehensively, I walked to my gate unsure of what awaited me once I got to NYC.

Seattle to Dallas, Dallas to JFK. Seemed simple enough— get to the other gate I needed as quickly as I could, board the plane, sit and wait. Turns out that plan had holes…

I got off the plane in Dallas, asked where my gate was, went to the gate I needed only to discover my gate assignment had changed; I had forty minutes to go to the opposite side of the airport that was only accessible by a light rail. Flustered, hot, and exhausted, I boarded the light rail, and hoped that by a miracle I’d find my gate, everyone would cheer, there would be balloons, cake, and flowers; all would be swell.

Boy, was I wrong!

In my anxiety ridden state, I got off at the incorrect stop, had to re-board the light rail, and pray a lot harder that I’d make it on time. I got to the appropriate gate when the man behind the counter says, “ Ladies and gentlemen, just letting you know that the flight to JFK, flight number 256 has been delayed due to extreme weather conditions. Right now, I’m waiting to hear back when exactly we’ll be ready to board, but as of right now, we’re looking at about 2 and a half hours from now. I’m sorry for the inconvenience!”

The worst part? There was no coffee anywhere in sight…

At long last, we boarded. I was freed from the hot, stifling, tiny terminal and able to begin the last leg of the journey.

The view from up there was beautiful, though my fear of heights surfaced a few times. Eagerly I examined the view from up there, the marvelous lights of cities beaming up at me, wondering which one would be our final descent.

Almost instinctively, New York laid itself out on a marvelous carpet studded with lights, dimension, and mystery. All too quickly, I knew that this was the New York I was about to see.

20150623_22291020150623_222823 -Rebekkah James

China Town and The Drawing Center

China Town was a sensory overload!! So many smells and and some great people watching.  

 We found a man sleeping in his delivery truck! I didn’t notice at the time but the photo I took has a great reflection of Kam, J.L, and Max off to the left. 

 The Drawing Center was small but very impressive. The skill and technique that some of these artists have is inspirational.  

   Graphite takes so much patience and precision. I’m always so envious of those who have mastered it. I was especially excited to see that they had some drawings in chalk pastels (one of my favorite mediums) from Natalie Frank. Her technique shows the tooth of the paper below her vibrant colors she uses.  

   -Celeste 

Day 5

On the subway this morning Ella’s toe almost touched a strangers toe! I just about died of laughter as I snapped this pic! Love you girl!  

 The New Gallery building was probably my favorite archictural space (besides the Guggenheim interior) so far! The 7 story building is truely unique in the concrete jungle that is NYC. 

 And the view from the top is extraordinary!  

   Albert Oehlhen’s monumental paintings are so dynamic. I appreciated how Kam emphasizes that he is more invested with the process than the actual outcome. I got this great picture of J.L  standing next to one of enormous paintings. 

 -Celeste 

A little bit of Pacific NW in NYC

Well, it rained today in typical north west fashion. Later in the day, it became more of a typical east coast weather with torrential rain with wind that will turn out your umbrella (that happened to a few people). Same old east coast weather. The thing is…..I forgot my raincoat and didn’t have an umbrella. 

At least that city is less polluted and it’s not acid rain. 

-Julie M. 

History in the making…

I dunno, it kinda just hit me that this drawing tool is something that furture Barbara Millers will be teaching our grand children. It reminded me of some of the drawing aids use in the 18th and 19th century visual aids artists used. After talking to the gentlemen at the drawing center we found out that this apparatus relies on the eyes natural “double vision”(our sight is a combination of to views, one from the left eye and the other from the right) to create a traceable illusion. The artist has about two inches of area in which they can utilize this illusion, hence the size of the size of the paper. The curve of the cage is to keep the surface of the paper an equal distance from the artist’s eyes at all time, eliminating distortion.

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HISTORY! Marriage Equality!

One night we were fortunate enough to walk down to 53 Christopher Street to the Stonewall Inn. The Stonewall Inn is the birthplace of the modern Gay Rights movement.  On June 28th, 1969, the patrons of the Stonewall Inn fought back against what had become regular, tolerated, city sanctioned harassment by the police department.  For the first time in history Gay people refused to accept the status quo of oppression and stood up for themselves and, ultimately, the global Gay community.  The Stonewall Inn, and the rebellion here, became the iconic flashpoint that sparked the long, uphill battle towards equality for all members of the Gay community.   Often referred to as the “Rosa Parks moment” in Gay history the Stonewall rebellion paved the way for future members of the community to not accept treatment as second-class citizens but rather to expect that the LGBT community be treated as equals in the eyes of both the government and society at large.

In a landmark opinion, a divided Supreme Court on Friday ruled that same-sex couples can marry nationwide, establishing a new civil right and handing gay rights advocates a historic victory.

In the 5-4 ruling, Justice Anthony Kennedy wrote for the majority with the four liberal justices. Each of the four conservative justices wrote their own dissent.

Nearly 46 years to the day after a riot at New York’s Stonewall Inn ushered in the modern gay rights movement, the decision could settle one of the major civil rights fights of this era. The language of Kennedy’s opinion spoke eloquently of the most fundamental values of family, love and liberty.

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