Day 1 – Tel Aviv to New York – Thursday Nov.17, 2011 – a Daily Journal of NYC
Left a cold and rainy Israel, for a 12 hour flight on El Al. I had my erotic sculptures in my carry-on, and as it went through the camera at security I wondered what the guy sitting there looking at the screen would do. He didn’t even blink an eye or look to see who the bag belonged to. It made me wonder what would raise his brow :-).
“Cinderellas Fuck Me Slipper”, and “Man Masterbating”
Lazar and I sat separately since I wanted window and he wanted aisle seat. I sat next to a little girl and her mother. I found out afterwards that I got the better deal as Lazar sat next to an overweight Mother and Son that smelled like piss and kept getting out of their seats all the time. I was chatting with the woman next to me, and like only women can with strangers, we started talking about the most intimate subjects – our goals in life, satisfaction, and what desires we have for the next stage in our lives. After telling her about my newest video art I am working on, Lilach gave me the following contact: http://www.go2films.com/, Hedva Goldschmidt –Hedva markets Jewish films and documentaries. My first contact!
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Landed in JFK. Walking out of the plane, a huge sculpture of extra large curtains was hung all along the long walk to passport control. What a great feeling to enter New York through a curtain as if to some grand performance!
Harry Roseman, Curtain Wall, 2001, pictured on site – John f. Kennedy International Airport, International Air Terminal, Terminal 4, Modified Gypsum, 600 linear foot relief sculpture.
Throughout the week, I noticed again and again, that you not only needed to be a good artist, but you really need to know how to express yourself in the language of art. Now some may call this the art of B.S. (Bull Shit), and sometimes I felt it was, yet other times I felt like the statements about the art or the artist accompanied the piece like salt and pepper on a good steak. No matter what yours or my personal opinion is, it is a skill that I have to learn, so I am including many quotes by artists or galleries here in this blog. Here is a statement by the artist Harry Roseman, I’ll let you judge for yourself.
“My enterprise is elliptical and parallel, with varying episodes of linearity. The ellipses sometimes are slightly offset and sometimes pull taut like a chain, the parallels sometimes converge, the linear can be as short as dashes and long as distance. I would say that time is the main element of my work. The effort to fill it with meaning, to deal with its relentlessness and to periodically supersede its insistence with the experience of an infinite presence, an infinite presence that could traverse ten minutes or five hours at a stretch. The subjects of my work are the bend of a curve, the conjunction of edges, the turn of a fold, the weight and nature of objects, the conjunction of idea and object, the way an idea sits in an object and next to an object and the way surface can obscure and also reveal. One of my aims is to close the distance between thinking, looking and making, to the point where it is hard to tell the difference.” – Harry Roseman
We took the subway to my good friend Kennys apartment, where we will be staying for the week. Lazar got the new couch and I took the old one. My friend Kenny lives in a rent controlled flat in upper west Manhattan. The building was taken over a few years ago and turned into a Senior Citizen Residence ( http://www.atriaseniorliving.com/west86-new-york-ny/). This means that sometimes people are wondering the halls not knowing where they live, and the elevators are real slow as it takes people for ever to get in, and with their walkers there doesn’t leave much room. I guess that’s what’s waiting for all of us (or at least the lucky ones who can afford it) down the road. We dropped the suitcases off, helped Kenny with the laundry (so we would have clean sheets to sleep in) and went out to a local restaurant – 5 Napkin Burgers, that had burgers, chicken wings, and sushi rolls for 2$ a plate plus we all ordered milkshakes. To quote Kenny, “you gotta try the milkshakes in this place they are f**ing awesome”. The chicken wings were so spicy I got heartburn.
Went back to Kenny’s, showered and crashed out on Kenny’s couch(with the clean warm sheets, fresh out of the dryer :-))
Tomorrow: /Blue Wig/ Vintage/ Chelsea/ Party Crashing / & Private Photo Shoot
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