Chinatown had some cool signs.
Manhattan’s Curry Row
Was wondering how Milon came into being and what the reason behind the exploded-Christmas-tree aesthetic was and found a New York Times article that might have unraveled it: hippies.
Getting emotional in the New Museum
Sarah Charlesworth’s “Stills” exhibition in the New Museum silenced me in awe. Walking into an exhibition space with photos of free falling people brought up emotions I did not expect. Reading the artist’s description stated many of the people in the photos continue to be unidentified men and unidentified women saddened me. It made me wonder why these men and women were falling in the first place. Why were they falling? Did they jump? What were they running from?
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
Bailey Takin’ Pictures
-J.L. Gazabat
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.
-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
Interesting art today
With pics of fun times as well.
-Julie M.