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| August 20, 2010 |
From the 305 Gallery Show
A quotidian stoplight snapshot. Still Life, but there isn’t really anything still in this picture except for me. This one ends up being rare because multiple points of movement are rendered as crisp stills. A un-staged wind up staginess to it. The freshly paved macadam surface is simply a coal colored orange peel. The sunlight hunting in the west animates leaves, glass, faces. Stoplights gone domino for blocks and blocks. Pedestrians, cyclists, cabs – everything moving in a slightly robotic way. Even the color in the sky, mechanical. Opening the face of the grandfather clock to view the innards. Even the trees, husbanded as they are within the 2-block long confines of Stuyvesant Square. Of course it looks robotic, it's above 14th Street, isn't it?
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