I dreamt that I opened my mouth and took out a substance incessantly. As this was happening I felt as if I was losing my own internal substance, which made me very anguished mainly because I could not stop losing it. In the work I made afterwards, which I called Cannibalistic Slobber, people had cotton reels in their mouths to expel and introject the slobber. Lygia Clark (Brazilian performance artist, 1920-1988)
The rooftop of the Old American Can Company, an historic complex in Brooklyn, is packed with nearly 600 people glued to their seats. They watch the film on the large screen as the camera cuts from the gutting of a fish to broken shards of a mirror; then to Isaiah Zagar, a legendary mosaic artist, fingering colorful tiles embedded in a wall along the South Street Corridor in Philadelphia.
The only pedestrian on the clean-swept sidewalk, I feel lost in an American suburban landscape: rows of tidy houses with front lawns, chain-link fences, driveways, large cars, and ceramic Madonnas in the driveways.
If you paid attention during presidential primary season, you might have been led to believe that Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton are the first African-American and woman to seek the U.S. presidency. In fact, this idea was put forward with mantra-like regularity. Of course, it was false.
Driving on the 59th Street Bridge, you pass over Roosevelt Island, that strip of land between Manhattan and Queens. The northern tip of the island is home to a lighthouse and a small park and its middle section is a concentration of high-rises.
Greg Dinkins is fascinated with the backyard gardens of Brooklyn. He is enthralled by those secret spaces you cant see from the street and which lie behind the interlocked procession of brownstones. He is also a stereoscopic (3-D) photographer who has been taking photos of other peoples backyards for over twenty years.