When light hits what is mine.

MY

FIRE

MECHANISM

LIGHT

ENTRANCE

FLUIDS

Presented at a group art show at Farm SOHO, August 2016.

"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction."
                               
                                                                       A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf, 1929.

It is my very honor to participate in the closing reception of Making Space: Beyond a Room exhibition at Rosemary Duffy Larson Gallery (Broward College Central Campus) with a reading of my short poem Fly. 

Fly

Elements layer over each other.

All see through.

None is first, none is last, none is middle.

They keep rearranging.

It is quite exciting.

Easily, it gets quite confusing.

It is tangled information that keeps re-tangling.

Everything connects, overlaps, interacts, webs.

It is not a chain reaction.

It is not mechanical.

It involves a certain amount of chaos.

In its essence it is organic.

Unpredictable.

Quantum.

Strangeness is very dominating.

But all I can keep doing is holding back to the order.

I need to explain myself all the time.

I need a post.

I need a beam.

I need to stand solid and reaffirm my realness.

I need to repeat that I am a part of something.

But I am casting this shadow until I turn into something else.

Occupying space is such a wonder because one thing occupies space

That occupies space, that occupies space, that occupies space…

Everything is always open.

And that is too much for me to fly through

Because

I cannot fly.

So I start closing doors and creating boundaries for myself.

And it goes as far as conveying a half – presence.

Again.

It is so impermanent that it can fall apart anytime.

It is like the social fabric clinging onto the earth.

If it stops clinging, it will fall out in the sky.

There is always that other option.

As grounded as I seem to be

I am always above the ground

In between the walls

And wish for no ceiling.

                             Clover Systems

                             Video projection of 108 collected four-leaf clovers 

                             9:23 minutes

                             2014

                             Linen hard cover book

                             8.5" x 11”

                             2014

STUDIO 109 presents NARTIFICAL

Saturday, February 22, 2014

7 to 11 pm

NARTIFICIAL is organized by Nicole Calderón in collaboration with Michael Utzon and John Clendenen. 

Featuring work by:
Paul Baumann
C. Wright Evans 
Isolde Kille 
Michelle Leedy
Lorri Ott 
Macarena Rojas 
Liliya Sotirova 
Nicky Sparre-Ulrich 
Kaitlyn Stubbs

STUDIO 109 

175 Stockholm St. #109, Brooklyn, NY. 11237

http://studio.johnclendenen.com/

micro spaces

(homage to homage to the square)

Art. Literature. Music/Noise. People. Presence.
Constructing. Deconstructing.

My recent art endeavor is well summarized in this paragraph by the remarkable writer Thomas McGonigle:

 "The Bulgarian Salon surprised me with its actual complexity. A long introduction to the ethereal fabric art hanging on nylon cord high over head... Then a reading by Michael Hyde... Then my three paragraphs from The Corpse Dream of N.Petkov...my reminding people that this might all please the old comrades back in Sofia as a pre 9 September celebration...an irony not lost on the older members of audience...the cheering on of Daniela Pondeva... Good Bulgarian food...two copies of Petkov autographed... Finally the startling conclusion as the fabric artist Liliya Sotirova ascended a ladder and systematically cut down her construction...the realization how temporary a moment such as this... Trusting it all to the memory of those who were here in Smithtown, NY."

My gratitude to event co-producer Daniela Pondeva, artist Daniela Kostova and curator Alan Lupiani is endless...................................! My deep respect to writers Michel Hyde and Thomas McGonigle.

"The aim of our studies is to prove that color is the most relative means of artistic expression, that we never really perceive what color is physically."(Josef Albers)

"Whether something 'has color' or not is as hard to define verbally as are such questions as, 'What is music?' or 'What is musical?" (Josef Albers)