The city is dressed
usually
obtrusively
naked
pre-sexed or post-sexed
this morning I woke
and the city was dressed
hidden away
are the dinner remains
the city's cow paddies
arrant plastic bags and newspapers and grit
mixed and made into mud
masked is the smell of urine
the sirens and trolleys
are muted
the whole angry mean thing
insulated
trapped within itself
beneath a blanket
of snow
all forms of public transportation
are stalled
now its raining
in the breaking morning light
we are all waiting
for the trolley
and they keep driving
past.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
A breeze blows underground
the personality of public transportation
being pushed down long corridors
and through tunnels
smell of wet earth in the concrete
we are all potatoes
french fried
and mashed
shoe-string and crinkle-cut
baked and dressed
with sour cream and chives
greek yogurt
honey and raisins
bacon bits
cheddar cheese
artichoke hearts
marinated in olive oil and garlic
tuber roots
with tentacles and pock marks
stink-eye and bruises
showing our growth
in lines along our faces
scared arms and hands
And at night
lying in the bed
next to one another we roll over
Potatoes turning in the dirt
we all
roll over
waking to apply
eye glasses
get up
and
take the train.
the personality of public transportation
being pushed down long corridors
and through tunnels
smell of wet earth in the concrete
we are all potatoes
french fried
and mashed
shoe-string and crinkle-cut
baked and dressed
with sour cream and chives
greek yogurt
honey and raisins
bacon bits
cheddar cheese
artichoke hearts
marinated in olive oil and garlic
tuber roots
with tentacles and pock marks
stink-eye and bruises
showing our growth
in lines along our faces
scared arms and hands
And at night
lying in the bed
next to one another we roll over
Potatoes turning in the dirt
we all
roll over
waking to apply
eye glasses
get up
and
take the train.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Photo I Portfolio
*** New on my website!Check out my student's work from Tyler School of Art, B&W Photo I Class!
http://www.tamsenwj.com/
(above image a self-portrait by Brandt Imhoff)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Pink building side
Western Union sign
pictures of basketballs
and beer
tombstones on the hilltop
at horizon
#13Yeardon/City Hall
we make our descent
green and rose colored
tiling
time passing
in blue molded
plastic
scrawl my name on the scales
inside of the snake
under
subterranean
yellow light
I wonder
would I
use my real name
or something
heroic?
Western Union sign
pictures of basketballs
and beer
tombstones on the hilltop
at horizon
#13Yeardon/City Hall
we make our descent
green and rose colored
tiling
time passing
in blue molded
plastic
scrawl my name on the scales
inside of the snake
under
subterranean
yellow light
I wonder
would I
use my real name
or something
heroic?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
GRAND SMALL WORKS, until Jan 24th, Philadelphia, PA: Artist's Reception Jan. 22nd
The F.U.E.L. CollectionGrand Small Works
Artists’ ReceptionThursday, January 22, 2009
6:00 - 8:00pm
249 Arch Street
(corner of Third and Arch)
Philadelphia, PA 19106215
592.8400
Enjoy refreshments/lite snacks andmeet some of the artists in the show!FUEL is especially thrilled to host over200 national and international artistswho have created work for the GrandSmall Works exhibit. View over 50020-inch-by-20-inch or smaller piecesof art throughout the entire gallery.Painting, photography, sculpture,mixed media and more.
Please RSVP to rsvp@fuelcollection.com*Include your name and # of guests attending
If you haven't seen it yet - go check out my work at F.U.E.L.!!!
*last chance!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Thursday.
A man was lying in the forest. And he died. Upon opening
his eyes he expected to find heaven, lush greenery and fresh
fruit and women, lots of women, with wet dripping down from
between their legs. Well, that’s not really what he
expected, but that’s what he had hoped. He expected hell. He
expected he would wake up in a jumpsuit that was too tight
around the waist, with a pleated front. He would be the
lone man on the hot box shift, shoveling shit into an oozing
burning inferno, the mouth of which was just slightly
smaller than the width of the shovel's blade, forcing him to
be extra careful, trapping his mind as well as his body,
lest he want to be covered in the mess from head to foot.
When he opened his eyes he was surprised to find neither wet
women nor hot shit. He found himself in the forest. The same
forest in which he had laid down to die. The sky was the
same shade of pale gray. The air had the same crisp bite on
his skin. The mud was still cold and caked underneath his
fingernails, in his hair behind his head.
He sat up. Zipped his worn canvas coat over top his
flannel shirt and brushed off what he could of the dirt
down his front. Leaned back on his hands and looked from
side to side. Pulled the leaves out of his hair. Bent
forward to tie his shoe. Glanced at his watch. Might as
well be on his way, could still make his shift on time at
work. Yum, he thought, pudding for lunch, he had hoped for
chocolate, he expected it would be vanilla.
his eyes he expected to find heaven, lush greenery and fresh
fruit and women, lots of women, with wet dripping down from
between their legs. Well, that’s not really what he
expected, but that’s what he had hoped. He expected hell. He
expected he would wake up in a jumpsuit that was too tight
around the waist, with a pleated front. He would be the
lone man on the hot box shift, shoveling shit into an oozing
burning inferno, the mouth of which was just slightly
smaller than the width of the shovel's blade, forcing him to
be extra careful, trapping his mind as well as his body,
lest he want to be covered in the mess from head to foot.
When he opened his eyes he was surprised to find neither wet
women nor hot shit. He found himself in the forest. The same
forest in which he had laid down to die. The sky was the
same shade of pale gray. The air had the same crisp bite on
his skin. The mud was still cold and caked underneath his
fingernails, in his hair behind his head.
He sat up. Zipped his worn canvas coat over top his
flannel shirt and brushed off what he could of the dirt
down his front. Leaned back on his hands and looked from
side to side. Pulled the leaves out of his hair. Bent
forward to tie his shoe. Glanced at his watch. Might as
well be on his way, could still make his shift on time at
work. Yum, he thought, pudding for lunch, he had hoped for
chocolate, he expected it would be vanilla.
ALL SMALL REDUX at Dalton Gallery - Agnes Scott College
*** Selections from my series Perhaps have been selected for this show down in Georgia.
I am thrilled at the opportunity. If you're down that way, check it out! Or you know, get there - Atlanta has a pretty nice airport... just saying.
Below is all the information about the show:
Feb. 12-March 22, 2009
All Small Redux returns to the premise of the acclaimed 2002 exhibition, all small@eyedrum—that the exquisite and completely petite nature of small works can be overwhelmingly mighty. In this time of downsizing, low returns, minimal output and small budgets, it is refreshing to celebrate the fabulous preciousness of the tiny.
All Small Redux adds into the fold the world of micro fiction.
Works at or under six inches, sixty seconds or one-hundred and eight words will be reviewed for possible inclusion in the exhibit.
The jurors who organized the first all small return to jury this exhibition.
Jurors
Lisa Alembik is the director of The Dalton Gallery. An artist, educator and curator, her work has been exhibited throughout the Southeast, including the Museum of Contemporary Art of Georgia and the Huntsville Museum, AL.
Rachael Baldanza is the Managing Director of the Creative Workshop of the Memorial Art Gallery in Rochester, NY, where she also serves as curator of the Lucy Burne Gallery. Baldanza is an artist and arts educator.
Richard Gess is a writer, visual artist and curator. He formerly programmed art, film and video at Eyedrum Gallery, GA and organized the film segment of the exhibition No Agenda But Their Own at The Dalton Gallery.
Dates: February 12-March 22, 2009
Agnes Scott College
Dana Fine Arts Building
141 East College Ave.
Decatur, GA 30030
daltongallery@agnesscott.edu
I am thrilled at the opportunity. If you're down that way, check it out! Or you know, get there - Atlanta has a pretty nice airport... just saying.
Below is all the information about the show:
Feb. 12-March 22, 2009
All Small Redux returns to the premise of the acclaimed 2002 exhibition, all small@eyedrum—that the exquisite and completely petite nature of small works can be overwhelmingly mighty. In this time of downsizing, low returns, minimal output and small budgets, it is refreshing to celebrate the fabulous preciousness of the tiny.
All Small Redux adds into the fold the world of micro fiction.
Works at or under six inches, sixty seconds or one-hundred and eight words will be reviewed for possible inclusion in the exhibit.
The jurors who organized the first all small return to jury this exhibition.
Jurors
Lisa Alembik is the director of The Dalton Gallery. An artist, educator and curator, her work has been exhibited throughout the Southeast, including the Museum of Contemporary Art of Georgia and the Huntsville Museum, AL.
Rachael Baldanza is the Managing Director of the Creative Workshop of the Memorial Art Gallery in Rochester, NY, where she also serves as curator of the Lucy Burne Gallery. Baldanza is an artist and arts educator.
Richard Gess is a writer, visual artist and curator. He formerly programmed art, film and video at Eyedrum Gallery, GA and organized the film segment of the exhibition No Agenda But Their Own at The Dalton Gallery.
Dates: February 12-March 22, 2009
Agnes Scott College
Dana Fine Arts Building
141 East College Ave.
Decatur, GA 30030
daltongallery@agnesscott.edu
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