Truly idiotic and embarrassing or advertising scheme that proves there is such a thing as bad publicity…you be the judge.
I went to MOMA yesterday with a friend who wanted to see the “Isa Genzken: Retrospective” and I wanted to see “A World of It’s Own: Photographic Practices in the Studio.” We both were interested in “There Will Never Be Silence: Scoring John Cage’s 4’33”
I took a few pictures of the Genzken Retrospective. I didn’t take any of the Photographic Practices since I am not a big believer in photographs of photographs unless you have a specific idea in mind and I did not take any of The Cage because, amusingly given his work and the work of his mentors and followers, photographs were not allowed. Insert visions of Fluxus and Dada giggling….
“I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry.”
― John Cage
Summer arrived in NYC today. High of 82 degrees and supposed to be 90 Thursday and Friday. I love hot weather but I also love spring and I am sorry we did not have one again this year.
That has nothing to do with the pictures I am about to show you however. Back on April 20th, I stopped at Trinity Cemetery to pay my respects to James Audubon
who is buried in the graveyard at the Church of the Intercession in the Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum at 155th Streetand Broadway. I have been spending a lot of serious work time on my Hudson pictures and given the summer weather just wanted to play a bit. Two views of his grave marker…
“Which is more musical: a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?”
As I said the other day, I have been buried in the computer over the last few days. I am trying to pull together my “best” river images. I am splitting them into two groups, the cool colors and the hot colors. I have been showing them to a select group of colleagues. I wanted to share with you three of the “cool” ones that have been consensus picks. I would love to hear your opinions.
“If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.”
I have been inside the computer for the last 5 hours and my eyeballs are spinning.
Seen on the wall of one of yesterday’s pathways…
and yes, in honor of the artists slogan…I did play with it a bit. Not much but enough to add to the mix.
“What I’m proposing, to myself and other people, is what I often call the tourist attitude – that you act as though you’ve never been there before. So that you’re not supposed to know anything about it. If you really get down to brass tacks, we have never been anywhere before.”
This week’s Photo Challenge is In The Background.
In honor of Mr. Cage ( I am reading Kay Larson’s book: Where The Heart Beats – John Cage, Zen Buddhism and the Inner Life of Artists), I pulled out the first ten “self portraits” I found in the archives, printed them, shuffled them, split them into two piles, and labeled each of them 1-5 and then rolled a pair of dice, one for each pile. If a six came up there would be no picture from that pile. If both die came up six, this would be the first Quotidian Hudson without a picture. As it occurred, that did not happen.
As always, a few other responses to the challenge:
“I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I’m doing.”
In the past week or so I received a number of lovely comments off-line about the Quotidian Hudson. In the course of etalking with these folks I received three requests. One person commented that I had not shown any river art in a good while. The second said that they missed my fogs (I think they meant pictures and not my mind but…). The third asked if I would shoot more water. Wednesday, chance brought these requests together in such a way that I believe I was able to accommodate them all and chance threw in another little treat.
“The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
Following up on my attempting to not just look but to see, I walked in some familiar places in town yesterday. (Today I walked the stretch of the Hudson I have been on more than any other, details tomorrow.) This is what I found.